Loving a mature man and finding happiness

Sometimes I think it’s time to settle down and have the security marriage can offer. Having been married twice, neither bringing the sexual excitement I have had as a divorcee, it would make the perfect man satisfy my needs.

Over the last two months, I might have found the guy I have sought.

I was picking out frozen pizzas at the supermarket. I guess I was hogging the area as I would pick one up, then another, and finally accepting the third for my choice. I did this a couple of times and finally heard someone say under their breathe, “hell, I didn’t take that long to pick my last wife.”

I turned to see a nice-looking man, in his fifties, leaning on his cart. He smiled and said, “I hope you didn’t hear that.”

I turned to face him and said, with a smile, “You must have had a loser.”

His eyes immediately went to my open blouse, barely concealing my bikini top. His eyes went up to meet mine and had a twinkle in them.

“I sorry, I’m not in a hurry, so that I could have waited all night.” I guess he liked what he saw. “I’m Nick. Live nearby, and I must say, you are very pleasant to look at.”

I guess I gave away my approval by realizing I had thrown my shoulders back a little. Nick immediately noticed. I told him my name, and like him, I was a two-time loser and have spent my recent years trying to make up for all I had missed.

Nick said, “no, they were the losers. To give up something like you were the worst decision of their lives”.

We chatted for a few minutes more and then agreed to meet later at a bar near his place.

It was apparent Nick was a boob man. And that is just what I have to entice him. After showering, shaving all the right places, I picked out a yellow sundress that allowed an abundance of cleavage to be viewed, no bra or panties, and yellow strapless heels. After applying makeup, I checked myself out in the hallway mirror and was pleased with what I saw.

Nick stood as I walked in the bar and motioned me to sit with him at the bar. He is a handsome man, deeply tanned, and with little excess weight.

He ordered me my favorite wine and another bourbon, straight up, for himself.

He filled me in on his background, work, and his current situation—nothing to dislike.

I told him about my son and his wife living we me. Adding I was in my own home, still working, and admitted I was tired of the bar scene. “The problem is I have desires that I can’t satisfy staying at home.”

Nick smiled and told me he is much in the same predicament.

Taking a slight chance of being rejected, I placed my hand on his thigh. He liked that!

“Sue, we seem to be in the land of lost love most of our lives. Too young to sit and watch television but knowing we are unsatisfied with the status quo.”

Nick placed a hand on my leg, but not before he pushed the dress up my thigh. A finger brushes my bare pubes. I smiled and cooed. “Nasty boy,” I allow.

We mutually agreed we should leave and go to his condo. I left my car and rode with him. I stroked his thigh and touched his penis as we rode. I was a little surprised he wasn’t growing erect.

Once in his foyer, we quickly began to remove our clothing. I was out of my sundress and standing in my heels as he removed his shirt. I helped to unfasten his belt and pushed his pants to the floor. Nick cleared his shoes and socks. I pushed his boxers down and found a semi-erect cock.

Nick kissed me as he took my left breast in his hand and lifted it slightly. “Nice,” he commented when we broke the kiss. “I love full, heavy breasts. So womanly. Let’s move to the couch.”

By :sueshows

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