Life’s Pleasures



I met her on one of those dating sites, which by this time I had all but given up on. I had had a couple of dates with women and chatted to a few more, but like with all of them there had been something missing. That spark you always look for, if it really exists, was not there. Some had issues that I really could not comprehend, let alone deal with, hardly surprising they were on a dating site. And so it went on, an endless sea of 2 dimensional faces and profiles, and bullshit.

You see, I knew what I wanted and what I was looking for, I could afford to be choosey. I don’t mean that in a cocky “look at me I’m an Adonis” sort of way. But I was fairly happy with where I was in life, I had a pretty good job and some really good friends, the only thing missing was that so called “special” person. I have Standards, and those Standards are non-negotiable. So she had to be a certain height, body shape, strong mentally, intelligent and be able to string a sentence together without using “fucking” every other word. Don’t get me wrong, I’m certainly not a toff, rich or a prick who thinks he’s above everyone. I’m just a normal guy who has to work for a living, drinks, smokes including joints, and swears, 5’10 average build and showing the years of my age. But I can hold a conversation without having to swear, and I expect the same with whom I am with.

I had already cancelled my subscription when I came across her profile, her picture wasn’t that flattering but she certainly wasn’t a minger! Height 5ft and average build, so far so good 2 boxes ticked. A couple of daughters, older, another bonus as she won’t be tied down to school runs and babysitters! And a brief description about herself, which to be honest, I didn’t pay too much mind to. She had put a comment about “there’s no such thing as a perfect match” hmm cynical, to which I responded with “yes there is, vodka & orange” hit send then left it at that. A couple of days later I had logged back on to see if anyone had responded or even looked at my profile. Nothing, zilch, nada, fuck all. Was I surprised? no not really. I couldn’t have been on there much more than 15 minutes when a message popped up in my inbox. Miss cynical had replied! “yes hadn’t thought of that, prefer vodka & coke myself” well, 3 hours later she’s telling me that she needs to go to bed, fucking hell it’s 1 in the morning, where had the evening gone! It had been great we had been chatting all that time about everything. What we did, work, our lives, you name it we covered it. Her last message was her phone number. Of course, I sent a text saying goodnight and was pretty pleased when the reply came back saying the same. Well at least she had given me her real number and not some random radio station.

The next day I texted her “good morning, how was your sleep?” and got on with what I had to do. “morning, slept well thank you. How about you?” a reply!
“Yes very well thanks, doesn’t look like I’ll be going away, fancy meeting up tonight?”
“sounds good where?”
“I’ll come up to you, so you choose”
“okay will text you details later. What time?”
“About 7ish”

She sent details of where she had chosen, about an hour drive to a pub near to where she lived and there was a restaurant close by should we fancy it. In other words, if it all went tits up at the pub we could skip food and go our separate ways. I like her thinking!
I was late, not by design I just was, it wasn’t even by that much maybe 30 minutes if that. I blame her really, she had given me the name of the pub the town and that was it. No postcode no general directions, fuck all. Women! But I got there parked the car and walked up to her giving her my best smile while trying to check her out. Face? Gorgeous, tits? Hard to tell under the coat, legs? Again pretty good of what I could see, ass? No idea she was standing facing me. Now you have that awkward moment when meeting someone on the first date, do you kiss them, give them a hug or just shake their hand? I did what any normal man would do, smiled said “hi how you doing” before proceeding to blame her for not giving me proper directions hence the reason for being slightly late!

Luckily she laughed, good start. In the pub we sat and talked more about ourselves. She had recently split up from her husband and started divorce proceedings, how she hadn’t been on the dating site for long but thought it not for her. I in the meantime was using this opportunity to go through my check list, face, still extremely attractive, tits, looking pretty impressive, legs?, looking very nice! Ass? Considering she’s sitting on it, will check it out first opportunity. Wearing heels, good. This is where the height comes in, I love a woman in heels. It is my fetish the higher the better, but I hate a woman who is taller than me. Her eyes though, definitely, bluish with a hint of green in them. They draw you in and when she laughs, her face takes on a whole new dimension. It’s not just eyes, nose, cheeks and mouth anymore, it’s so much more. Her hair, a vibrant plum colour was cut to the jaw line on one side then graduated to a bob round the back to cut short just above her left ear.

“so where can we eat here”
“well there’s an Indian across the road if you fancy that”
“is that what you fancy?”
“I’ll go with whatever you decide”
Hmm interesting response.
“okay sounds like a plan, shall we go then”
We had a nice meal and carried on chatting and laughing until it was time to go, I had work the next day and so did she. Had a kiss said our goodbyes and I drove home. Was definitely going to see her again.
I booked a hotel room in the town where we had met for the following weekend, she had to work on the Saturday morning but would be over on the Friday night then return Saturday afternoon. You would have thought we had been together for years when she eventually showed Friday evening.
“umm, what are those?”
“boots, why?”
“where are the shoes you wore the other night?”
“oh they were my daughters I just borrowed them but she’s gone out in them tonight”
“hmm shopping tomorrow then”
“you don’t like them then?”
“no, I have standards. With me you need shoes with proper heels”
“and what do you call proper heels”
“at least 5 inches” As I said, I have a shoe fetish.
“well I certainly don’t have anything like that. So you better take me shopping to get some”
Again, interesting response.

She didn’t stay that night much to my disappointment but If I wanted me and her to work, I had to be patient and not push. So I laid in bed and went over it all in my head. The chats we had on the first date and tonight. But what struck me the most was her attitude, the couple of comments she had made. That was what had my interest whilst laying there. As much as she seemed full of confidence, especially about her work and kids. There was something else when it came to other things, she was mild, timid even but no shrinking mouse. The look she gave me sometimes, almost like seeking approval. Or I might have just imagined it all and it was wishful thinking on my part, either way I couldn’t wait to see her again and Saturday afternoon seemed far too long to wait.

So after a decent sleep a quick shower and good English breakfast, I was ready to face the world. Well, this little town anyway, I say little because it was. A few shops selling pretty boring clothes, a small pet store, a riding and tackle shop, a tea room! And a couple of pubs and restaurants scattered about. All on 1 road that doubled as a fucking great hill. Well this is the Cotswolds I suppose all quaint and dainty. The people were nice enough though, a good morning here a hello there, and coming from London where the majority don’t even talk to their neighbours, it was quite refreshing.

So time wasting over I decided to head back to the hotel to relax for a bit and wait for her to return. Somehow I didn’t think it would go down too well if I was late again. When she did eventually turn up she was looking pretty good. A nice pair of skinny tight jeans, now I had a real chance to check her ass. The jeans hugged it perfectly and if could have bent her over and fucked her ass there and then, I would have, six ways from Sunday. Yes she had a nice ass! Top was a bit of a let down as I couldn’t really make eye contact with her tits, I know, little minor details, but I do have Standards. Shoes were nondescript just little pumps, but at least they weren’t those hideous boots again from last night.
We took a drive to Cheltenham as I was reliably informed by her that it had a pretty good shopping centre. Give her her due she came good, plenty of shops and not a fucking great mountain to walk down either, result. Now even though I am a man, I do like to shop. Not so much for myself but for my woman. I take great interest in what she wears and how she looks, yes standards. I have no qualms in entering women’s clothing stores and purchasing anything from shoes to dresses to lingerie. If I see something that I would like her to wear, then I will buy it. So this trip was for shoes, proper shoes for her more specifically. She tried on a few pairs all black platforms with a 5” stiletto heel never commenting about being too high, always looking for approval. We bought them along with a couple of tops that I said I would like to see her in, nothing too risqué just showing a bit of cleavage. I could tell she was hesitant about them and wasn’t sure, it was the one area that she lacked confidence in, her body. She didn’t like it, and no one had said any different. Including her ex-husband, whose only vote of confidence was to tell her to cover up, so that’s what she had been doing for all the years.

Cheltenham experience over, we decided to head back to get ready to go out for the evening. She needed to get home to sort a couple of things shower then she would return.
“I’ll be back about 7.30”
“Okay no worries” Right that gives me an hour and half to sort myself out. 30 minutes later I’m sitting in the bar with my first drink of the day, reading a leaflet about the band that was playing here later tonight. 4 late 40 year olds covering anything from blues to rock to more modern stuff, you can’t beat a bit of live music from a local band on Saturday night, looking forward to it.
“just leaving now be about 10 minutes” said the text.

“I’m in the Golden Pheasant, meet here. See you in a bit” She didn’t hang around! I was at the bar ordering a pint when she walked in, new shoes? Check. Tight white jeans that go perfectly with 5” heels. Top? Not sure but there does seem to be a bit of red showing under her coat, and a big smile as she walks up to me. I lean in and give her kiss whilst I squeeze her ass, her response is to move in closer. Worry over, she’s not going anywhere. Ordering her a diet coke, she’s not really a drinker, we find a table in the window taking her coat off before sitting down across from me. Now, as much as I love looking at her eyes and face, but when a woman removes her coat to reveal a top showing an impressive cleavage, it’s bloody hard not to stare while resisting the urge to lean across to cop a feel, or even better, put your head down there to see if one can actually get tit into said mouth! This was no different, in fact it wasn’t until she asked “is this okay?” that I remembered there was a head further north from those tits! “Yes they look really nice. You. You look gorgeous I mean” Small talk over we planned what we were going to do tonight. Actually it was me that decided what we were doing, her only input being “I’ll go with whatever you decide” There it was again!