It was clear from our first convo that she just wanted to fuck. Which, like, was okay with me, because as a single Mom anyone I talk to goes on one of two tracks : marriage or sex. (And women are not exactly lining up for the marriage track.) There is no such thing as “casual dating” and until I find Ms. Right, I was determined to enjoy the fuck outa Ms. Right Now!
She greeted me at the door with a Cheshire smile. Her 5’5″ frame was pleasantly full under her baggy men’s clothes. I knew she was trouble.
“Can I borrow some money?” She asked as I walked in the door.
But I kept talking to her.
She was thick, she was fine, and she liked me.
On our second meet-up I picked her up and drove her across town to her spot–a room in her sister’s house we could use for the night.
It’s a good thing she gave good directions, because it was all I could do to focus on the road as she reached out to stroke my breasts as I drove.
“You know it’s entirely possible that this won’t be any good.” She said, withdrawing her hand.
“What do you mean?” I asked, rolling my eyes in the darkness. Was this her idea of game?
“Well…I cum really fast…”
“I guess,” I said, sucking my teeth, “you’ll have to take care of me first”
“See there you go!” She threw her hands up in playful exasperation.
To be continued…