16-04-2026, 04:40 PM
Part 2
“Well…” she said after a few moments of dead air.
I sipped my beer. “Where do you want me to start?”
“Start with the baseball mom, what’s her name?”
“Geri.”
“Geri. How old is Geri?”
“Forty or forty-one, maybe forty-two. She told me she got married at nineteen and she has a twenty-one-year-old daughter, I’m just not sure of the time frame.”
“And her son is…”
“He’ll be sixteen next month.”
“So,” Sandy said, sipping wine. “Tell me all about Geri.”
“Not much to tell. She’s divorced twice with two older kids. They live in a little old house a few blocks from mine. She was a very active mom in the league. She used to come to all the games dressed in shorts and halters and tank tops and drive the coaches and umpires crazy.”
“Does she have a good body?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said with emphasis.
“How did you start seeing her?”
“I just rode my bicycle over past her house a few times until I saw her and we started talking. I told her what happened. I knew she kind of liked me, I just didn’t know what to expect. We went on a couple of bike rides, and then I asked her out. We went out a few times, enjoyed ourselves. Nothing too crazy. A movie, a dance, a party, normal stuff.”
“How’s the sex?” she questioned.
There it was. “Okay,” I said.
“Just okay?” Sandy asked.
“Well, it’s fine but it’s pretty straightforward. I get the feeling I’m just filling a physical need for her. She comes over, gets her rocks off and leaves.”
“Does she turn you on?”
“She’s got a great body. That turns me on. But in the sack…” I paused.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t believe I’m telling you this stuff.”
“Oh, give me a break. Talk. But in the sack…”
I looked at her and shrugged my shoulders. “Ordinary,” I said.
I excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I returned our dinners were being served. After everything was in place Sandy started right in.
“Okay, enough of Geri. Tell me about the other girl. Tell me how you met her and how you got in her pants.”
Chuckling, I replied, “Denise. She had her eyes on my pants. I’ve known her for a few months. We worked together, and there was chemistry between us from the start but we ignored it because we were both married. When we found out we were both separated and getting a divorce it didn’t take long. She’s thirty-six and has a twelve-year-old daughter who splits time between her place and the father’s, so I only get together with her on Thursday nights and every other weekend. This weekend the girl is with Dad.”
“I guess I chose the right week to call,” she said with that eye flick again. “What does she look like?”
“She’s attractive. Five-five, short brown hair, green eyes, slim body, nice tits.” I leaned over, looked at Sandy and said softly, “and she loves sex.”
“Ooh, do tell.”
“Well, she’s not shy I’ll tell you that. She came over to my house one day last week to pick up some papers for work. Denise told her daughter to wait in the car and she came inside, we kissed a little and she said, “I don’t have much time, my girl is in the car,” and then started pulling down my pants. We did it standing up, leaning against the back of the sofa in my living room. Then she straightened herself up, picked up the papers, kissed me goodbye and left. She was gone in less than fifteen minutes.
“How does she like it?”
I paused and thought about it. “Well, she’s liked everything so far. She likes to talk dirty. She really likes oral.”
Sandy was getting into this conversation I could see. She said in a low voice, “She likes oral. Giving or receiving?”
“Well, she likes both. But usually if I go down on her first, anything can happen. She comes two or three times and then turns into an animal.”
Sandy looked away briefly and seemed to shiver. She sipped some water, and then grabbed her purse. “Excuse me a minute. I need to go the ladies’ room.”
As she ran off, I wondered if I’d gone over the line, said something wrong. I knew I had gotten a bit descriptive telling her about Denise but I didn’t think I had offended her; in fact, she seemed to have enjoyed it. I ate the last few bites of my dinner and then she returned and slid into her seat.
“Are you finished?” Sandy asked.
“Yes, are you?” It didn’t seem like she’d eaten that much.
She took two more quick bites and said, “Now I am. Let’s go.” She looked at the chit and laid down the cash to cover it and a healthy tip. Then we stood up and she started for the door. I once again admired her appearance from the rear.
We walked outside of the restaurant and waited to cross the highway. I started to feel the inept uneasiness that comes right before a moment of truth. I felt things had been going along pretty well with my soon-to-be ex-mother-in-law, but then it all fell flat. Sandy and I had never really discussed whether I would sleep here or drive home. I had my overnight bag in the car, but I didn’t know what to do and I only had a one-block walk to figure it out.
It was later now so the traffic was lighter and we walked across the highway. We didn’t say much for a moment or two, but once we were on the other side of the road and walking back to the condo, I started talking. I thanked her for dinner, and I told her how great it was to see her again and I kept babbling. All too soon we arrived at my car at the base of the condo.
Sandy was to my right and grabbed my right arm with her left hand and turned me toward her. She said, “Rob, will you do me a favour.”
“Of course I will. What?”
“Kiss me.”
I looked in her eyes for a second or two without saying anything and she said it again with emphasis.
“Kiss me.”
I stared in her big brown eyes. She still had a grip on my arm as I moved my face toward hers. Her right arm went to the back of my head and pulled me to her. She sucked on my tongue and then plunged her tongue into my mouth. It was a long, passionate, aggressive kiss. We parted briefly and our eyes met.
“Let’s be bad,” she whispered.
She rose up and pulled my head toward her. She kissed me gently this time, her lips met mine and her tongue explored my mouth slowly and I followed her lead. My left arm held her shoulders and my right hand fondled her ass. Our kiss was soft, our mouths meshed. I couldn’t tell where my mouth ended and where hers began. She held me tight and we kissed for what seemed like a long time. She leaned into me and felt my cock between us, hard against her.
Finally she backed off and said, “Come upstairs.”
Always the punster, I said “I’m surprised I haven’t come already.”
She smiled at that, gave me a peck on the lips and said, “It won’t be long.” She smiled up at me, took my arm and led me up the stairs.
Once inside her condominium and the door closed behind us, we immediately embraced and kissed again. Our tongues explored, our mouths accepted, our fingers groped, our groins grinded. “Tell me what you want,” I gasped.
“I want you in my bed,” she said.
To be continued
“Well…” she said after a few moments of dead air.
I sipped my beer. “Where do you want me to start?”
“Start with the baseball mom, what’s her name?”
“Geri.”
“Geri. How old is Geri?”
“Forty or forty-one, maybe forty-two. She told me she got married at nineteen and she has a twenty-one-year-old daughter, I’m just not sure of the time frame.”
“And her son is…”
“He’ll be sixteen next month.”
“So,” Sandy said, sipping wine. “Tell me all about Geri.”
“Not much to tell. She’s divorced twice with two older kids. They live in a little old house a few blocks from mine. She was a very active mom in the league. She used to come to all the games dressed in shorts and halters and tank tops and drive the coaches and umpires crazy.”
“Does she have a good body?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said with emphasis.
“How did you start seeing her?”
“I just rode my bicycle over past her house a few times until I saw her and we started talking. I told her what happened. I knew she kind of liked me, I just didn’t know what to expect. We went on a couple of bike rides, and then I asked her out. We went out a few times, enjoyed ourselves. Nothing too crazy. A movie, a dance, a party, normal stuff.”
“How’s the sex?” she questioned.
There it was. “Okay,” I said.
“Just okay?” Sandy asked.
“Well, it’s fine but it’s pretty straightforward. I get the feeling I’m just filling a physical need for her. She comes over, gets her rocks off and leaves.”
“Does she turn you on?”
“She’s got a great body. That turns me on. But in the sack…” I paused.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t believe I’m telling you this stuff.”
“Oh, give me a break. Talk. But in the sack…”
I looked at her and shrugged my shoulders. “Ordinary,” I said.
I excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I returned our dinners were being served. After everything was in place Sandy started right in.
“Okay, enough of Geri. Tell me about the other girl. Tell me how you met her and how you got in her pants.”
Chuckling, I replied, “Denise. She had her eyes on my pants. I’ve known her for a few months. We worked together, and there was chemistry between us from the start but we ignored it because we were both married. When we found out we were both separated and getting a divorce it didn’t take long. She’s thirty-six and has a twelve-year-old daughter who splits time between her place and the father’s, so I only get together with her on Thursday nights and every other weekend. This weekend the girl is with Dad.”
“I guess I chose the right week to call,” she said with that eye flick again. “What does she look like?”
“She’s attractive. Five-five, short brown hair, green eyes, slim body, nice tits.” I leaned over, looked at Sandy and said softly, “and she loves sex.”
“Ooh, do tell.”
“Well, she’s not shy I’ll tell you that. She came over to my house one day last week to pick up some papers for work. Denise told her daughter to wait in the car and she came inside, we kissed a little and she said, “I don’t have much time, my girl is in the car,” and then started pulling down my pants. We did it standing up, leaning against the back of the sofa in my living room. Then she straightened herself up, picked up the papers, kissed me goodbye and left. She was gone in less than fifteen minutes.
“How does she like it?”
I paused and thought about it. “Well, she’s liked everything so far. She likes to talk dirty. She really likes oral.”
Sandy was getting into this conversation I could see. She said in a low voice, “She likes oral. Giving or receiving?”
“Well, she likes both. But usually if I go down on her first, anything can happen. She comes two or three times and then turns into an animal.”
Sandy looked away briefly and seemed to shiver. She sipped some water, and then grabbed her purse. “Excuse me a minute. I need to go the ladies’ room.”
As she ran off, I wondered if I’d gone over the line, said something wrong. I knew I had gotten a bit descriptive telling her about Denise but I didn’t think I had offended her; in fact, she seemed to have enjoyed it. I ate the last few bites of my dinner and then she returned and slid into her seat.
“Are you finished?” Sandy asked.
“Yes, are you?” It didn’t seem like she’d eaten that much.
She took two more quick bites and said, “Now I am. Let’s go.” She looked at the chit and laid down the cash to cover it and a healthy tip. Then we stood up and she started for the door. I once again admired her appearance from the rear.
We walked outside of the restaurant and waited to cross the highway. I started to feel the inept uneasiness that comes right before a moment of truth. I felt things had been going along pretty well with my soon-to-be ex-mother-in-law, but then it all fell flat. Sandy and I had never really discussed whether I would sleep here or drive home. I had my overnight bag in the car, but I didn’t know what to do and I only had a one-block walk to figure it out.
It was later now so the traffic was lighter and we walked across the highway. We didn’t say much for a moment or two, but once we were on the other side of the road and walking back to the condo, I started talking. I thanked her for dinner, and I told her how great it was to see her again and I kept babbling. All too soon we arrived at my car at the base of the condo.
Sandy was to my right and grabbed my right arm with her left hand and turned me toward her. She said, “Rob, will you do me a favour.”
“Of course I will. What?”
“Kiss me.”
I looked in her eyes for a second or two without saying anything and she said it again with emphasis.
“Kiss me.”
I stared in her big brown eyes. She still had a grip on my arm as I moved my face toward hers. Her right arm went to the back of my head and pulled me to her. She sucked on my tongue and then plunged her tongue into my mouth. It was a long, passionate, aggressive kiss. We parted briefly and our eyes met.
“Let’s be bad,” she whispered.
She rose up and pulled my head toward her. She kissed me gently this time, her lips met mine and her tongue explored my mouth slowly and I followed her lead. My left arm held her shoulders and my right hand fondled her ass. Our kiss was soft, our mouths meshed. I couldn’t tell where my mouth ended and where hers began. She held me tight and we kissed for what seemed like a long time. She leaned into me and felt my cock between us, hard against her.
Finally she backed off and said, “Come upstairs.”
Always the punster, I said “I’m surprised I haven’t come already.”
She smiled at that, gave me a peck on the lips and said, “It won’t be long.” She smiled up at me, took my arm and led me up the stairs.
Once inside her condominium and the door closed behind us, we immediately embraced and kissed again. Our tongues explored, our mouths accepted, our fingers groped, our groins grinded. “Tell me what you want,” I gasped.
“I want you in my bed,” she said.
To be continued
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