Im laying here in bed this Shabbos afternoon relaxing all alone with my door locked so my rebbitzin won’t bust me texting on Shabbos. I took a hit on my vape, still a bit buzzed from the few lechaims I made. I have been thinking about writing down some of my stories as a married mid 40s guy in the Frum community. This story may or may not 😉 have happened to me in my 30s and while I changed names and a few minor details for obvious reasons it is more or less exactly what I may or may not remember 😜

It's been quite a few years, however I still fondly remember this story as if it happened yesterday.

It was a bright, warm Sunday in September, a week or two after the new school year had started. My wife had a lunch date with her friends, and I was tasked with doing carpool to and from a birthday party for a girl in my daughter’s class. After rounding up the kids, I dutifully drove to the birthday party and walked them to the door to ensure it was the right home and everything was safe. I knocked on the door, and it was opened by a strikingly beautiful woman around my age. She smiled at me and thanked me for bringing the children, introducing herself as Sarah. I smiled back, introduced myself as Sol, and said it was my pleasure. I complimented her on her beautiful home and thanking her for entertaining the children for the afternoon. I asked her if she could text me when they were ready to be picked up. She agreed, and I gave her my number, not knowing that doing so would forever change my life.

An hour or so later, I got a text from her saying that the party wasn't finished yet, however she wanted to send some pics of the kids having a great time. A few pictures and a couple of videos later, we casually started chatting about the school and other inconsequential things. I cracked a few jokes and thanked her again. She said I should come pick up the kids and asked if I minded that she wasn't dressed very tznius, as the last activity had involved shooting at a clown with a water gun, and she had changed into gym clothes to avoid messing up her outfit. I politely said it was totally okay, no need to change, as my heart thudded in my chest. I quickly drove over and once again knocked on the door. It opened almost immediately, as if she was waiting there for me to knock. She stood there in her super tight Lululemons, her blond hair and striking grey eyes sparkling in the doorway. She asked me to come in and wait while she and got the kids ready to leave. A few minutes later, they came out and piled into the car. We chatted for a few moments, exchanged pleasantries, and said goodbye. She looked up at me, our eyes locked for a brief moment which felt like eternity. We both knew at that moment that it would not be the last time we met. She held out her arms and we briefly hugged. I could feel my heart pounding as her perky breasts pressed against me. I felt my erection growing and hoped she wouldn't notice it against her tight lower belly. Her tummy muscles flexed once then again, and a devilish grin spread across her face. I hastily stepped back before things got out of hand, walked back to the car, and drove the kids home.

I felt my phone vibrate a few times, but since I was driving, I waited to read the texts. After dropping off all the kids, I arrived home, and my daughter went to play outside. I went to my bedroom, locked the door, and started to read the texts. It was Sarah; she said she loved our hug and mentioned that as a Rosh Yeahivas daughter she should feel ashamed of herself, and asked how I felt about it. I sent a 😊 emoji and apologized, saying I hoped she wasn’t offended by my obvious erection and that as a from Jew I should be ashamed but instead I was turned on like crazy. She replied that she was embarrassed to admit it, but she enjoyed it very much. Then she asked if it was a full six inches, following with a 😈🍆 emoji. I blushed and asked if she wanted to measure it followed by a 😉 and that I thoroughly enjoyed her tight abs rubbing against it. We flirtatiously texted back and forth for a few minutes before we had to stop to have dinner with our families.

To be continued if enough interest is shown.

Ladies please feel free to text me suggestions on how to improve my writing style or anything else that comes to mind 😉