I had just recently separated and divorced from my wife. My whole family loved her, unfortunately I didn’t. We were the best of friends but didn’t have a spark. Kissing her was akin to kissing a goldfish. The sex was passionless, which was absolutely brutal as I have a high sex drive and intense need for passion .

I love the teasing, the buildup, the kissing, the foreplay. All of it. But with her it was get naked, rub her clit until she cums, climb on top, and I mean literally climb, she had gained so much weight. That’s not why it was bad, I was willing to get past that, at least I thought. Then I’d fuck her until I came, if I came that is. Most times I’d fuck her until I got tired then I’d roll over and go to sleep. Those types of things only happened once every month or two.

One day while at work I met a vendor of mine. Her name was CJ. She was on the smaller side, standing at 5’5” tall. She weighed maybe 135 lbs. she had fake tits, which looked phenomenal. Her best asset was her smile. She could light up a room when she smiled, her eyes always glowed when she smiled. The attraction was there almost immediately. We flirted throughout the meeting. There was sexual tension there that could be cut with a knife. I could’ve wrapped her in my arms and held her the minute we met.

As our meeting came to an end, I couldn’t help but try and stall. I wanted nothing more than to be in her presence. Stare into her eyes, soak in her smile. I made small talk, asked about her personal life, while trying not to be too aggressive. She was recently divorced as well. She had kids and was enjoying the freedom of not being tied down. She wasn’t dating anyone. At least that she’d admit. I wanted to date her.

I asked her out for coffee. She willingly accepted my invitation. She was flirty in our interaction. But I had been out of the game for so long, I wasn’t sure what that meant. She held eye contact with me. She’d smile a lot, which I absolutely loved. She did this thing with her hands, she would play with her long blondish red hair, that’s how I noticed her fingers. She had long manicured fingers. I don’t know why, but I loved them. I immediately wondered what they’d look like stroking me. Those perfectly manicured nails, at the end of those long fingers, wrapped around my cock stroking me slowly. I don’t know what had gotten into me. Every bit of this woman was absolutely gorgeous to me.

We agreed to meet at a coffee shop the next day, it was a Saturday, I was off as was she. I remember watching her walk out of my office, that’s when I noticed her ass. She had on these jeans that hugged her hips. Her ass was small, it looked like it would fit perfectly in my hands. The jeans hugged her thighs, showing off the curve from her ass down to her thighs. I’ve always been an ass guy, she had the most perfect looking ass and thighs, I couldn’t stop staring at how the jeans she wore hugged the curve of her ass, how there was a defined line at the bottom of her ass cheek that turned into her well defined hamstring. Am I crazy, I was ogling her hamstring!?

I went home that night with CJ on my mind. I couldn’t get her infectious laugh out of my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about how those thighs would look and feel spread in front of me. How her skin would taste as I nibbled up the inside of one of her thighs. I couldn’t help but wonder want kind of panties she wore. I couldn’t see any lines under her jeans, they were definitely tight enough. I had so many different images of her, but the one that I kept coming back to was that smile and those eyes. I’ve always been a sucker for bright sparkling eyes. She definitely had them.

The night seemed to crawl by, I finally fell asleep. I’ve always been a very vivid dreamer. That night was nothing new. I dreamt that CJ and I went for coffee, we hit it off. We ended up spending the day together hugging every chance we got. When I woke up I actually couldn’t remember if it was just a dream or was it real? In my foggy state I had to think long and hard about what was real. Just as I was thinking all this through my phone vibrated. I never have the ringer on. It was CJ telling me she would be 30 minutes late for our date. She called it a date! How could I get so lucky?

I took a shower, taking extra care to make sure I was cleanly shaven and well manicured. I put on some lotion as it’s so dry where I live. I trimmed my nails, ensuring there were no sharp edges. I put on my favorite lucky cologne. I wanted to be perfect for CJ.

Nervously I left the house. I didn’t live far from the coffee shop so I would definitely arrive first. I sent CJ a text asking what kind of coffee she liked. She relayed her order, being a gentleman, I ordered both our coffees and found a seat towards the back of the quaint little coffee shop.

Right on time CJ arrived. She had on another pair of jeans. These had holes in the front so I could see her tanned thighs as well as a hoodie that concealed those man made tits that looked absolutely perfect on her body. She had her long blondish red hair up in a ponytail. I love a woman comfortable enough to dress down a bit. She looked absolutely perfect. Those eyes sparkled when she made eye contact with me. She smiled and made her way to the back of the shop. I remember watching her elegantly walk towards me, how her hips swung when she walked. She had her eyes on me the entire trip. She was mesmerizing. She sat down, we exchanged pleasantries. She told me about her kids, how they drove her absolutely nuts but she loved them. We talked about where we like to go on vacation, what kind of food we like. We talked about all the typical things people talk about when they’re getting to know each other.

I couldn’t believe how enamored I was with her. The way her her lips curled into a smile as she spoke. She kind of rolled her R’s when she spoke. It was so damned sexy.

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