New Experience for Separated Woman

We inch closer and take in our sex, able to cut through the perfume and aftershave the scent of our insides want out, threatening to fog us in caged and helpless, a pair of animals drawn close by each other’s heat.”

Lanie age 25 separated from her husband in heavy debt in Allen Tx, her husband’s idea of starting a arty little magazine seemed so glamorous. It had been glamorous until she started work. The close knit, tight publication that she had dreamed of cutting her teeth and becoming a journalist in didn’t exist. Rather, the arty little magazine felt more like a boiler room and the hyper-competitive atmosphere is off putting. As ad revenues got harder to come by, journalism took a beating. The idea of collaboration and mentorship faded behind a new reality – if you don’t get page views, you don’t keep your business. Consequently, their pay was our extremely low and almost no revenue to pay bills. Her husband walked out on her leaving her in a dingy apartment. She got a job at Macy’s so she could pay her bills. On a lonely whim, she decided to put herself out there and so she made a profile on a popular online job site. Lots of her friends had tried it and a few even found great jobs online. But she hadn’t tried it. My HR recruiter seen Lanie’s profile and called me. I checked her profile out and sent her a couple of messages. I wrote her, about the things I found interesting about her profile, about interviewing her for a job, and meeting me to discuss the details. She logged out after reading my messages, she resisted for almost an hour before she logged back in to reply to me.

The next time she logged in, I had written her a longer reply, and so it went for over a week. We’d send each other two or three messages a day. When I insisted that she meet me for a drink, she said yes. We chose to meet on a Thursday, just a few blocks away from where she lived. I was older than she expected, I was dressed perfectly in a blazer and tailored trousers and I was taller than she expected. She never imagined meeting a guy 30 years older then her. I walked her to a booth in the back of the bar, we chatted and she opened up to me about her marriage problems, her failed business, and the mountain of debt. She also confessed loosing her virginity to a boyfriend when she was 16. ” It was horrible, uncomfortable and awkward. I had her a piece paper with the address of my condo and the key.
I tell her to go to my condo and prepare for our meeting later. Lanie looks at me in shock then we leave the bar. Iknow my cock is not small, but Lanie is horny and needs to be fucked. I open the bathroom door and slip inside. I shut and lock it in the same motion, then quickly remove my pants and and shirt. I drop them to the floor, where Lanie’s clothes lay in a heap, and push down my boxers. I face the shower, flex my hands, and then open the shower door. Lanie whirls, her eyes wide, her mouth dropping open in shock. The bar of soap she is holding squirted out of her hand and hit the wall. Her gaze dropped to my waist. She gasps, and her eyes met mine again. I step into the shower and gripped her by her arms.

” Wha-?! John!” she gasps, whatever her objections might have been, my lips sealed them in as they laid firmly over her mouth. I let go of her arms, but only to grip her hips. My hands ran down the outside of her smooth thighs, and she gasps against my mouth, ready with another denial. My tongue poked inside, and she mumbled against it. I bent my knees, so my penis is below the cleft of her thighs. Then I pull her legs open and shove my pelvis forward. I watch her as her eyes got wide, and her hands curled into claws and went for my face. I let go of her thighs, certain that my weight wouldn’t let her close them again, and grabbed her hands, raising them above her head and manacling them with my fingers.