Chapter 67:

SHARING KINKS

67. It was raining cats and dogs in Orlando, coming down in buckets. Barbara and I were sharing an Uber from the airport to Titusville, a 45 minute drive. With our addresses loaded into the app, we noted that her stop was first.

Along the way we got to know each other on a more personal level. There was no direct talk about sex although she did let drop that her husband was “more risqué” than her. In her words “He has some kinks that he likes sharing.”

From the beginning, I felt that Barbara had put me in the “friend zone.” This was unfortunate although not unexpected. For a woman freshly into her 60s, she was still desirable. With above average looks, she was no beauty queen, yet she had maintained a trim figure and an overall attractive appearance. Brown hair, flecked with gray, cut to just past her ears; an engaging smile and brown eyes that always appeared partly closed, like Jack Nicholson’s. She sported a nice, solid rack, proportional to her 5’4″ frame. Her hips showed the usual post child bearing thickening but her torso was still slender. Given the chance, I’d fuck her in a heartbeat.

“Sometimes you remind me of my husband. Your sense of humor and your willingness to please, especially. I’d like you to meet him. I think you two would get along famously.”

“That sounds like fun, Barbara. Maybe we can have dinner or cocktails sometime. It’ll have to be soon, though. Within a day or two I’ll be casting off for parts unknown.”

“Well, why don’t we seize the moment and do it now? He’s home waiting for me. It’s only mid-afternoon. We could have some drinks and maybe go out or have dinner delivered.”

I saw an evening with “normal” folk in a comfortable setting preferable to diving headlong back into the bizarre world at the “cornucopia of delights” marina. I accepted her kind invitation.

The Uber dropped us, in the pouring rain, at a well-kept home in a residential suburb on the north side of Titusville. We dashed from the car to the front door, getting soaked in the process. An average looking man greeted us at the door. As Barbara was introducing me to Tim, her husband, I saw that the rain had given Barbara a “wet tee shirt” appearance.