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queerdaisyjane · 2 days ago

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this gorgeous woman was in your daughter's grade growing up. Her family lives in the neighborhood, she went to the same private schools as your kids, family went to the same church. You met after work by chance at a bar where you had gone with friends to watch a sports playoff. She was there with her sorority alum group. You bumped into her at the bar literally. You apologized, she smiled and laughed it off. You forgot about the game and bought her a drink “to make up for it.” You were into a different sort of game now. Never mind you’re over twice her age. You’re divorced now but still…. Your sleeves are rolled up, she’s tracing a pretty manicured nail along your forearm. She’s sitting turned on the barstool so your knees touch. Finally she asks for your phone. You ask why, suspiciously. She says, “so I can give you my number, silly!” You wait a couple of days to call. Your girlfriend is out of town, visiting friends. Friday night by yourself. Too boring to take, so you text the day before. She’s free. You meet at the place you suggest for dinner, kinda pricey French place, romantic, elegant, dark. You ask what’s she’s doing after, she says nothing. In town for a wedding tmr. Staying at —- hotel, ubered over here, so can you give her a lift back? In the car, says she likes your car, almost purring, maybe from the wine, she’s leaning on your arm, twisted around in her seat so you can see a little bit down her blouse, saw a flash of a pretty lace bra, nice tits, but you’re driving, maybe you’re imagining things. Get a hold of yourself, man! You pull up under the porte cocherè at her hotel, which you note is one of the nicest in town. You’re ready for her to get out and you be on your way, maybe a hug or a sweet kiss on the cheek at most. She says, casually as all hell, “you coming up?” In the elevator, a kiss. Yes, a real kiss, bodies touching, tongues entwined, honest-to-god kiss. Uh oh. Now you’re here in her room. She’s kneeling on the bed in her lingerie, you’re down to your t-shirt and boxer briefs, your dress shirt and suit pants hanging on a chair. She has a suite, of course. You don’t have to be in the bedroom, but you are, half naked. What’s your next move? Are you going to fuck your daughter’s grown-up school friend?