When I slide my hand between your legs and say ” This is mine, are we clear.” Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. ” Yes” is the answer.

Nicole spotted me in the receiving line at her sister’s wedding reception. There I’m standing out like I just stepped out of GQ. I’m moving slowly towards her. Nicole held her breath. She had to meet me. Nicole looked around. She spotted me on the other side of the pool. I looked in my late fifties. I’m taller than anyone in her Italian family. Nicole guessed I’m six-foot-five. I’m trim and fit. I’m wearing a neatly tailored black suit and black leather shoes. I’m clean shaven and have gray short hair. ” Are you with the groom?” Nicole asked. ” No, actually, the groom is with the bride. I’m just here as a friend,” I said smiling. ” Pardon me. I’m joking of course. I am an old college friend of his. My name is John,” I said. ” I’m the bride’s sister. I’m Nicole.” ” Yes, I spotted you in the reception line. Then you were gone.” Nicole laughed. ” It’s a long story,” Nicole said. ” Do you think this will work out? Oh, I shouldn’t ask that question.” I look embarrassed. ” Don’t be embarrassed! The simple answer is: Does he have money?” Nicole laughed. I laughed. ” A woman cannot be too rich or too thin. Isn’t that what they say?” I said. ” There are other factors.” ” I can only imagine.” Nicole made a side step to put her body between the guests and me. She reached down and felt my manhood through my pants. It started growing. ” Some things shouldn’t be left to the imagination,” Nicole said looking into my eyes. ” I would enjoy having further conversation with you sometime,” I said smiling. Nicole released my now fully erect member. She reached into her purse and pulled out a business card and handed it to me. I looked at it. It read simply, ” Nicole A.” Her cell number was below.” ” I’ll call you,” I whispered.

She is 35 divorced and no children. Her body is petite. Her hair is blonde paige boy style. Her hazel eyes are wide set on her narrow face. Two hours after her sister’s wedding I called her. ” Hello?” ” Hi. This is John.” Nicole looked in the mirror and put the lipstick to her lips. She wanted her lips to be bright red. She wanted her eyes to be accented with mascara and a little bit of blush on her cheeks. She slipped on a pair of stylish lacy-top hose, a thong, and a camisole not unlike those displayed in Vogue. Lastly, she put on a short miniskirt and a top that accentuated her 34 B breasts.