Here I am, giving you another glance into a chapter of my crazy life. The year 2007 was filled with travel and sexual excitement for me. One of you asked me a few months ago if I was ever going to write again, as he was hungry for another chapter of my real life. Well, what you are about to read is just that, just another chapter of what a woman of 47 can get herself into when all alone. Come along with me and let me tell you what really happened.
I first met Joe as a result of having a car wreck. Someone ran into the back of me on an interstate close to where I live. I was on my way to meet a
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As the traffic slowed, I slowed but the guy behind me didn't. Boom! There we were, right in the middle of an accident. All I could think of was my poor BMW!
Sitting on the side of the highway, I looked at my watch. It was 6:30 pm It was pouring rain, and as soon as the police arrived, he directed us to a nearby parking lot so he could finish his report. Soon, the wreckers arrived. One of the wrecker drivers approached me and said, "Your car won't be able to be driven. I will have to tow it. Why don't you wait in the cab of my wrecker until the cops are finished. I'll get hooked up to your car and then take it to a repair shop. It will not take long, and you can get where you need to go." By this time, I just wanted to get things moving again, so I quickly agreed.
It was warm inside the wrecker cab. My summer dress was obviously not intended to keep me warm or dry on what had turned out to be a cool and rainy summer evening. Now it was wet and a little more transparent than the designer had intended it to be. I hardly ever wear a bra these days, and the cool air was making my obvious nipples stand at attention.
The wrecker driver walked back to the cab of the truck, climbed in and quickly introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Joe. I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. Are you okay?", He asked.
I assured him I was fine, just a bit nervous and cold and wet. He took off his black leather jacket and wrapped it around me and then turned the heat up in the cab. The police directed him around in front of my car, he got out, hooked it up and off we went. On the way to the shop he said, "I hope I don't offend you but I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are." I responded by saying I wasn't offended and thanked him for the complement. He then asked if I always dressed so sexy. I asked him what he meant by "that way." "Without a bra?," he responded, adding, "It is very apparent you don't have one on". I blushed, knowing how obvious it must have been. As I glanced down at my very enlarged and obviously erect nipples, I pulled the coat closer around me and then replied, in a rather shameful voice commented that the sundress was just more comfortable without one on. He paused, focused his eyes on my 35C's and just smiled.
When we arrived at the shop, he dropped the car off and climbed back inside the cab. "Now where?" he asked.
I was a bit taken back by his offer, but responded by telling him I had planned to meet my girlfriend. Then without thinking, I mentioned that my husband was out of town. Then, I added that I was too wet and in too much disarray to go any where in public. Then he said, "Would you like to come to my place for a drink and then I can take you home?"
"Oh, I couldn't do that. I don't even know you," I said.
Joe then pointed to his wrecker license with his photo on it and said, "That is who I am. I am licensed. That is my license number. The name on the truck is my company. It is not like you don't know who I am."
I thought for a moment, having taken notice of how ruggedly handsome he was, not to mention he was obviously a full 10 years younger than my 47 years. Pausing, then looking up at him, I said "okay, I'll trust you. I'll go, but I can't stay long."
In less than 10 minutes we pulled up in front of a town home. He got out, ran around and opened the door. My mind said, "What a gentleman!" I awkwardly climbed down trying to keep my summer dress down as far as I could but still high enough to allow me to bend my legs and step down out of the high cab. I was sure he got a full view of me of which he would confirm later. I always wear sheer white, unlined bikini panties, and with my bush, there is never a doubt when you get a flash of my crotch and
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We entered the town home, which was modestly furnished and clean for what I assumed was a bachelor pad. He brought me a scotch and soda. I asked how he knew that was my choice of drinks. "A good guess," was his answer. I drank that nude pictures of girls first drink way too fast and found another in my hand before I realized the first one was gone. "Are you feeling warmer yet," he asked.
I said, "Yes, some." With that, he responded that he had an idea that would warm me up quickly. He didn't want me catching cold. With that he left and went up stairs. I heard water running. He came back down and said, "Please go upstairs, I have prepared a warm bath for you. I'll put your dress in the dryer and it will be dry in minutes. There really isn't a lot to dry." He followed that with a warm smile.
I thought, with my mind starting to whirl, how could I resist? I thought about how to say no. But, by then, after a couple drinks, I couldn't really think of a good reason. Okay, so I am married. But he doesn't seem to care and my husband won't ever find out. Then my drink fogged mind says I don't know this guy but I know who he is. Like I said, I couldn't think of a good reason. So, I said, "After you."
He responded with, "No, after you, I insist." I walked up the stairs knowing he was behind me watching my ass and legs exposed by my very short, very wet, semi transparent summer dress. I blushed but up the stairs we went, with me in front.
When we reached the bedroom he told me, "I'll give you a couple of minutes to get comfortable and then I will join you." That took me back a bit, but by this time the drinks had taken away most of my common sense.
I entered the bathroom and found a large whirlpool tub full of water and bubble bath. I quickly slipped out of my wet summer dress and high heels. Since I was wearing absolutely nothing underneath and it didn't take me long to be fully submersed in the warm water.
I knew Joe was going to join me and that he was most likely going to try and fuck me, I was fully prepared for his advances. He came in and pulled up a bench and took a seat on it. He then said, "Like I said earlier, you are a beautiful woman. I am very tempted to join you in your bath and then have sex with you but I choose to only do that kind of thing on my own terms."
I looked at him with a question mark on my forehead. He said, "Let me explain." "I would love nothing more than to have sex with you but, my guess is, after that, you would then go home and I would never see or hear from you again. That wouldn't be all bad except I don't want it to be that way. I want to have sex with you tonight, but I want you come back to me whenever I tell you to, and, I want you to respond to me the way I tell you to." The question mark on my forehead grew larger. Then he said, "Think about that for a few moments while you enjoy your bath. When you loved this article and you would love to receive more information concerning
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I thought about what he had said. I wondered what he meant by sex being on his terms. Here I was, naked in his bathtub, and a man I had only met an hour earlier was telling me HE was willing to have sex with me, but under his terms! What kind of insane approach was this? Perhaps it was my curiosity, my fear of not ever knowing, or just my wanton lust for sexual excitement, but I decided to get out of the bathtub, dry myself off, put my high heels back on and walk into the bedroom, bare ass naked, and see just what kind of man I was dealing with. Naked, I can bring most men to their knees they want me so badly!
When I entered the bedroom naked, with only my high heels on, I was expecting him to be waiting in the bed for me. No, that wasn't the case. There he was, setting in a chair in the far corner of the room, wearing a silk robe. He spoke, "I take it you have decided to accept my terms and do as you are told." I nodded my head.
"I need to hear you say it," he demanded. I spoke softly, "I will do as you say and I agree to have sex with you on your terms." I could feel myself growing wet between my legs from the building anxiety. As I think back now, by this time I still had the belief that this was some kind of foreplay. I would soon learn I was very wrong.
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