"Hey babe! My boss and a few coworkers are going out after work, we did really well during our sale and she's taking us all out to celebrate. Are you okay eating dinner without me tonight?" Liz's text lit up on my phone.

"Absolutely, have fun" I responded. They did this every so often, it was nothing unusual and honestly, I was tired and dirty after work, a night to myself sounded really nice. I showered, made myself a simple stir fry and settled in to watch a samurai film I'd been meaning to watch.

I must have dozed off, I was woken up by the door to our studio apartment closing as Liz walked in. I could smell her perfume as she sat on the bed, and kissed me as I sat up. "How was your night?" I asked. She unbuckled her heels, designer jeans hugging her thighs as she bent forward to take them off, and shrugged off the cardigan she was wearing over a tank top. Her long brown hair fell past her slender, athletic shoulders. “It was good, we finished way ahead of our goal and everyone was in a great mood." She was smiling, but answered without looking directly at me, staring absently at the tv. Toshiro Mifune was onscreen, looking cool while thinking about something.

I studied her for a minute, then asked, "are you okay? You seem a little distracted."

She looked at me, a little nervous when she made eye contact? And said, "yeah I'm alright, can I tell you something funny?"

"Of course baby, anything." I said reassuringly. She hesitated a moment.

"Have I told you about Darren? He's my boss's husband's friend, he's been partnering with us for this sale. He does a lot of work with outdoor clothing companies, he used to be a professional mountain climber and now he mostly does wilderness photography." I remembered her mentioning someone like that, but a lot of outdoorsy types came through her business, so I only vaguely remembered.

"I think you might have mentioned him, did he go out to dinner with you all?" I asked.

"Yeah, he sat next to me and we talked a lot during dinner. It was actually really fun, he's been to some really cool places and done some pretty amazing things. And it was funny because he was really humble about all of it too. Do you remember that guy in the documentary that we watched? The one who climbed all those peaks in the Himalayas? They've worked together a few times."

"Well that's cool," I said, and meaning it. "I'm glad you had a good time."

She played with the end of her hair, absentmindedly wrapping it around her finger as she stared at the screen. Then she continued.

"The reason I'm bringing him up... He walked me back to my car after we left the restaurant. And asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him this weekend."

“And?” I asked. “What did you say?” She looked at me, surprise on her face.

“What do you mean? I can’t go with him, he only asked because he doesn’t know I have a boyfriend,” she laughed.

“So you didn’t tell him about me?”

She paused now, her face showing guilt. “I mean, you didn’t really come up in our conversation… we were mostly talking about… I didn’t want to be rude…” I stopped her.

“You were enjoying his attention, weren’t you?”

“I mean…”

“It’s okay baby, I’m not mad. You can tell me.”

“Okay, yeah,” she said. “He asked me about some of the bike trips that I’ve been on, we’ve been to a lot of the same places. He was really nice.”

“Was he hot?” I asked. Her mouth fell open. Then closed. She looked away.

“I mean, he’s old.”

“Not what I asked. Is he hot?”

“Well, he’s a professional athlete.”

“So, yes.”

“He’s like, fifty, I think.”

I raised an eyebrow at that, but continued. “So what did you say?” She looked at me, then looked down.

“… that I’d think about it. He kinda caught me off guard, I didn’t want to be rude.”

I scooted closer to her on the bed. “Do you want to?”

“I can’t, obviously. Why do you keep asking? Do you want me to?” She looked a little annoyed now. I backed off a bit.

“I want you to enjoy yourself.” I said. “I don’t ever want to hold you back from something you want to do, and if you want to go get dinner with him then you should.” She looked at me sideways, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Are you sure?” She said, finally.

“Absolutely. It’s fine, I promise.”

She thought for a moment, then said, “no, there’s no way. I’m only a few years older than his daughter.”

“Is he married?”

“Divorced, pretty recently actually. Like, less than a year.”

“So he’s single, then.”

“I think you’re missing the point,” she laughed. “Besides, he works with my boss and her husband, he’s practically a coworker.”

“No, he’s not. And you hate your job.”

She was quiet for a minute, thinking. “I can’t tell if you’re teasing me or not. What am I going to do with him if we do go out? He’s so much older than me, we come from completely different worlds.”

“It sounds like you had a lot in common. He’s newly single, he’s probably just looking to spend some time with a pretty girl that he had found interesting. It might not be more complicated than that. And, besides,” I leaned in closer, looking her in the eye. “I think you already know that you want to.”

“What makes you say that?”

“The fact that you even brought it up. You’re really hot, guys hit on you every day and you never tell me about them. You have no interest in them, so there’s no point even mentioning it. And the fact that you didn’t tell him about me, and didn’t flat out reject him when he asked you out. Does he have your phone number?”

“No,” she said, then, “but he gave me his…”

“Ah ha!”

“Okay, fine, what if I do go out with him? What if he makes a real pass at me? Tries to kiss me? Touch my ass? What then?” She stood up and began pacing around the room, avoiding my eyes.

“Use your best judgement. I trust you. The only thing I ask is honesty, no secrets.”

“I feel like I’d be leading him on. If that’s what he wants, letting him take me out and spend money on me when I have no plans to give it to him seems a bit shallow.”

“Well…. What if you weren’t leading him on?”

She stopped pacing and looked at me in disbelief. “What are you saying?”

“Just be honest baby, with me and with yourself. If you were single, would you go out with him?”

“That’s beside the point, I’m not single.”

“But if you were? It’s okay, I promise I won’t be mad.”

“I don’t understand, what are you asking? Do you want me to go out with him?”

“If I said that I did, would that make it easier to say yes?”

She stared at me, trying to figure out if this was a game. I liked teasing her, she knew that, but it was all in good fun, and I always knew when to back off.

“You want me to go out with him.”

“If that’s what you want…”

“No, I want to hear you say it. You want me to go out with him.”

Now it was my turn to hesitate. Is that what I wanted? I felt this was the point of no return, I had been teasing before, but to tell her it was okay and then change my mind wouldn't be fair. Now all of a sudden I was a little nervous, unsure if this was what I wanted after all.

“Yes,” I said.

“Yes, what?”

“I want you to go out with him.”

She was quiet again, looking at me. But she wasn't protesting anymore, and didn't look annoyed. More curious. "You didn't answer my question before," she said. "What if he wants more than just friendly conversation?"

I opened my mouth to answer, it came out as a croak. My throat was dry, I really was getting nervous. I swallowed and cleared my throat, then said, "You have my permission to do anything you're comfortable with." Her eyebrows shot up.

"Anything?" She asked, incredulously. "Do you have any guidelines?"

"Yeah, if he's into crack or offers you heroin, get out of there." She laughed, but asked again.

"Anything?"

"Yup."

"And you won't be mad."

"Promise. Just relax, don't worry about me. I'll be waiting for you at home when you're all done. Just have fun."

"Okay," she said. She sat back down on the bed. She looked at me. "Anything?" She asked again.

"Yes, babe," I laughed, and pulled her over into my arms. "Now come here and let me tell you about my day.

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*Author's note: Liz is almost 100% dutch, and the resemblance between her and Dutch speed skater Suzanne Schulting is uncanny, face, body type and everything, except that Liz has been blessed with a 32 F bust that has continued to grow the whole time I've known her. I showed her once, and she laughed because she both agreed, and was flattered. I've included some links for visual reference.

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She texted him the next day, they were on for Saturday night. The remainder of the week flew by in the way that happens when you work a 9-5, and every day is basically the same. Friday night came and we made dinner together, watched some stupid movie, and cuddled into bed. Our sex that night was full of a nervous, heated passion, both of us fueled by the unspoken expectation for her date the next night. Around 7pm on Saturday she was getting ready to go.

“How do I look?” I looked up from my phone as she came out of the bathroom. Stunning, was the first word that came to my mind. She had chosen a somewhat sporty look, wearing her favorite red Chuck Taylors and a pair of snug jeans that showed off her firm thighs and round booty, paired with a black graphic cropped t shirt, showing off a tasteful amount of her toned midriff and hugged her large, perky breasts. She wore her brown hair down over her shoulders, and she’d done subtle black eyeliner and red lipstick the way she only ever does when the two of us are going out on a date. Her whole outfit was sexy, and not overtly so, but underneath I knew she was wearing a lacy black bra and thong matched set, a favorite of mine that I had bought for her myself as an anniversary present last year.

I cleared my throat, then said, “amazing babe, I love it. He’s going to love it. Where are you two going again?”

She turned around a checked her hair in the mirror, brushing out a few tangles and puckering her lips in the mirror to check her lipstick. “Across the river, he’s got a friend who owns a winery over there. We’re getting dinner, and heading over for drinks after.” Her phone buzzed, she looked at it and typed a response. “He’s almost here.”

A few minutes later our driveway facing windows flooded with light, illuminating our small studio apartment, as a large camper van pulled into our driveway. I peeked out through the blinds to look, he’d had a lot of work done on it. Big off-roading tires, 4wheel drive conversion, a roof rack packed with gear, and a brush guard on the front. “He’s here, babe,” Liz said as she walked over to where I was sitting in bed, pulling on a snug fitting leather jacket. She leaned in and I kissed her on the cheek, not wanting to mess up her makeup.

“Have fun, I love you. Keep your phone on you, text me every so often so I know you’re okay.”

“I will,” she replied. “See you in a few hours!”

“And, babe?” I said as she reached the door, one foot outside already. She paused and looked back at me.

“Have fun,” I said, with a wink. She laughed, rolling her eyes, and then she was gone. A moment later the van pulled out of the driveway.

Then it was quiet. I put on a movie and did a workout in my living room to distract myself, fighting the urge to check my phone every two minutes. Mostly failing. I made food. Checked my phone. Thought about texting her. Decided not to. How long had it been? I thought she'd have texted by now, at least to let me know how dinner was going. I thought about texting first, just an easy question to let me know if she was looking at her phone or not. I decided, no. I told her not to worry about me, I should stick to that. About an hour after she left, my phone lit up.

"Hey babe! Sorry I didn't text you sooner, we just finished up dinner and now we're headed over to the winery. I'm having so much fun, thank you for encouraging me to do this. Luv you!"

I stalked her Instagram to find him, I was curious. The store she worked at had a shop insta, I found him there in a staff photo they took to celebrate the end of the sale, standing next to Liz. He was tall, she was 5'7" and only stood as high as his shoulder, with wavy black hair and trimmed beard on a square jaw. Lines on his face showed his age, but his eyes were bright, full of intelligence and vigor. And he was big. When Liz said he was a mountain climber, I'd imagined he would be thinner and wiry, built for the endurance that long treks into the backcountry require. But he was broad and strong, standing next to Liz's athletic 135 lbs, he was close to twice her size, looking like some black haired viking towering over my girlfriend. This was the part she hadn't told me, aside from being attracted to his personality, he was physically very much her type.

Liz had once confessed to me what her ideal man looked like, during a conversation where I had pledged to her complete freedom to speak. As a partner, a long term partner and potential future father of her children, I was ideal. I'm hard working, have a steady job with good future prospects, I'm kind, I have interesting hobbies and a sense of adventure that we both share. But, in terms of pure lust... She loves older men. A confident, experienced, fit older man is exactly what she fantasizes about. And she loves big guys, men who are large and strong, who can physically dominate her with ease, who can pick her up and put her exactly where they want her. She wants to be able to turn her brain off, and just surrender while this man uses her body until they are both too worn out to continue. Darren seemed to check all of those boxes.

Another hour went by, then another. No word from her. Were they still at the winery? Had they gone somewhere else? I think she would have told me, wouldn't she? I was beginning to feel sick with a combination of nerves and lust. I masturbated to take the edge off, it helped for about 15 minutes. My phone lit up.

"Hiii, we're having a really good time, I just wanted to check on you. What are you up to?"

"I'm good," I texted back. "J chillin. Are you still at the winery?"

"Leaving in a minute, time kinda got away from us. They actually closed a little while ago, we've just been hanging out and drinking more with the owner, we're the last ones here."

"Sounds fun, you'll have to take me there some time ;)". I tried to sound casual. "What are you up to now?"

"Well, Darren says there's something he wants to show me. Tonight is a full moon, and there are no clouds in the sky. He says there's a ridge not far from here where you can see the whole valley, and he thinks they view will be incredible tonight. Is that okay?" She asked. "Can I go with him?"

Yeah, this was happening. I had to admit, he was smooth. I could see why she liked older men, what he was doing was obviously an attempt to get her alone, same as any guy her age would try. But after literally wining and dining her, and then offering her a romantic full moon viewing... it was just that, very smooth.

"How much have you been drinking?" I asked. I did have to take a heartbeat to be responsible. "Are you sober?"

"Sober? Ummm haha no. But I'm not drunk either. I don't know, do you think it's a bad idea? I can just tell him to take me home."

Well, this was it. As far as things had gone, if there was a moment to turn back, this was it.

"Do you want to go? If you're having fun, and you want to, then you should." I texted back.

"Yes, I want to go." She replied. "Okay, I'll tell him yes. And, um, are you sure you're okay with everything? He's been a gentleman all night, but I think we can both see where this is going. I don't want to freak you out, but something may have already happened..."

I stared at that last message for a moment. For such a short message, there was a lot to process. My curiosity got the better of me. "What happened???" I texted back.

"We have to go in a minute, he's just saying goodbye to his friend. I'll tell you all about it when I get home, I promise. But I'm just saying, if you want to stop things going any further, I need to know now."

I appreciated the out, but I'd already made up my mind.

"Thanks for telling me baby, but tonight is about you. Have fun, just be safe. If I don't hear from you by sunrise, I'm gonna come looking for you :)." That was the last I heard from her that night. Eventually I took an indica weed gummy to make myself get some sleep, jerked off one more time and climbed into bed.

Just before dawn, the van pulled back into the driveway. I've always been a light sleeper, so even though he turned off the headlights as soon as he pulled in, I woke up. I got out of bed and peeked through the blinds. The engine was idling, and though I couldn't make out exactly what was happening, I could see movement inside the cab. The passenger door opened and the interior lights came on, illuminating them both. Liz was looking around for her stuff, climbing halfway into the back to grab something, then sat back and looked at him, smiling and saying something. He was smiling back at her, and his large frame leaned over towards her. She met him halfway, and they kissed. She got out of the van and closed the door behind her, holding her jacket, purse and shoes in one hand, then stood and watched as he backed out of the driveway, waving goodbye. I got back in bed, a moment later the door opened and she came inside.

I sat up, she knew that I slept lightly and was probably awake. I could see her in the dim, predawn light as she walked over to our bed and sat next to me, leaning in the kiss me. She smelled of musky sweat, the way she smelled after a workout, and another scent I didn't recognize. Her lips tasted salty, and with a hint of wine. I kissed her deeply, drinking as much of her as I could. She pulled away and sat up, pulling off her cropped t-shirt, revealing her bare breasts. The bra she had been wearing when she left the house was gone, and when she pulled off her jeans I saw her panties were gone as well. She crawled into bed with me, and snuggled her cold body up against my warm one, rubbing the length of herself herself against me to warm up. I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her, my hands wandering and gently massaging her everywhere, kneading her firm back muscles and the smooth round of her butt. So far, not a word had been spoken.

"How was your night, babe?" I whispered into her ear, as she sighed and melted into my touches. She buried her face into my shoulder, almost as though she was hiding, and held me tightly.

"It was really good," she said quietly. "Really good." She was quiet.

"We had sex," she whispered. I didn't say anything. My fingertips stroked gently up her spine, and back down again. Her head was resting on my arm, and I cradled her head against my shoulder, playing gently with her hair and massaging her scalp. Her hair was tangled in the back.

"Are you mad," she whispered.

"Tell me everything," I said softly into her ear.

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*Part 2 coming soon