Someone New

She was new to the morning meeting. He’d never seen her before, at least. And then, well, she introduced herself, said she was new. She’d lived in town for a few years, but didn’t know about this.

He noticed her immediately. He’d lived in town 20 years and never seen her. Not at the store, not in town, not on the streets. Certainly not at this meeting.

She was maybe 5’4,” thin, blue eyes. Amazing blue eyes. Her hair was cut short - it was blonde with streaks of grey emerging. She wore sweatpants and a t-shirt. Totally fine for that meeting. And, well, on her totally fine.

He was struck by the simplicity of her beauty. By her calm voice when she spoke. He noticed the thin blue line of her bra strap peeking out beneath the navy blue of her shirt.

She looked at him almost the entire hour. Noticed him noticing her.

He kept his jacket on the whole time. The room was fairly cold, but there she was in a t-shirt and there he was in a winter bundle.

On the way out, she walked quickly behind him. Tapped him on the shoulder, told him she was glad she came that day. Told him to have a good day.

He told her he was glad she’d found the group. Glad to hear her voice. Hoped she’d be back.

Monday came and he was on his way to do business around town. He stopped at the coffee shop and there she was, waiting. 14 years he’d gone to the same coffee shop at the same time every Monday. He’d never seen her there.

She was wearing the same sweatpants from the meeting. Tennis shoes. A different t-shirt. Apparently, her uniform.

Her features were small, but distinctive. He liked her. They’d said only a few words to each and sat through just that one meeting, and he liked her. A lot.

She wanted him. She always did this. Found someone new and wanted them. Went to the meeting, and of 30 or so men in the room, she’d picked him.

She asked what his day looked like, and he told her. She asked if she could come along on his errands and they could get to know each other.

He was thinking about a day all alone, riding in the car. Getting out, running in. And he was thinking about her. About how it’d be nice to have someone ride along, about how he hadn’t really even been on a date in so long.

Was this a date? It kind of felt like it. I mean, here was a woman he was interested in who met him at a coffee shop and asked to spend a part of her day with him. He really didn’t know much about her.

Yes, he told her. She could ride along on his morning drive.

She was a nurse, he learned. And she smelled amazing. She had a very natural beauty, almost a purity about her.

As they drove along, talking about the children they both had, their work, her habit of running at 5 AM (which helped explain her thin figure). His penchant for gardening. They both liked the feeling of physical exertion and they both loved bourbon and a good book.

She offered him a cigarette, and he declined. She asked if she could, he said it was fine. She didn’t smell like smoke, and she told him she didn’t smoke often. Only when she was anxious.

Had he made her nervous?

He had not made her nervous, but knowing what she wanted to do to him made her nervous. She rubbed her hands on her sweatpants and then placed one on his thigh.

He just smiled.

He said nothing as her hand crept up his leg, a finger resting against the semi-hard head of his cock.

He had been thinking about it, too, to be honest. He wanted her badly. He’d wanted her badly since the moment he saw her in the chair against the wall that morning. Just a few days ago. He wondered what she’d think of his cock, he wondered what she tasted like, he wondered how it would feel if she sat in his lap and kissed him.

He wanted her mouth on him, and he reached down and moved her hand inside his pants. She let out a sigh and then gripped his now very hard member with her small hand. She squeezed and let go, squeezed again. She moved her hand inside his boxer briefs, felt the flesh of him, felt his veins.

Now, her head was in his lap as the car accelerated. Now her mouth was on the head of his cock, her blonde-grey hair against the black steering wheel. Now her tongue was tracing down his shaft. Now he was focused on the road and taking a turn. Now they were parked in the back of the park, under some trees. Now his hot cum was shooting into her mouth. Now she was smiling at him and he was leaning over to kiss her and taste his cum on her lips. Now they were behind the tree near the creek and she was bent over and his cock was deep inside her. Now he was cumming again as he felt the grip of her orgasm pull him deeper into her.

Now they were riding back to the coffee shop. Now she was kissing him. Now he was absorbed in her. Now he was saying her name and saying goodbye and she got into her car. Now he was texting her and asking about her tomorrow. Now he was home in bed, stroking his aching cock at the thought of his morning.

Now it was tomorrow, and she was there, and she handed him his coffee and told him she was ready to go.