I bet youre pretty confused right now. she grinned as she sat down on
the edge of the desk. A woman walks in on you sitting in her house,
playing with your cock and instead of screaming in outrage she starts
telling you aspects of her personal history.
As she answered part of his unasked question, Jim remembered his now
shriveled cock. He was unsure if he should now make some attempt to cover
it or just ignore it. Since Christine hadnt mentioned it, he finally
figured that drawing attention to it might not be a good thing to do.
I just mentioned that because I want you to know that I wasnt a slut
back then, she went on. Just as Im in no way a slut now.
Why would I think she was a slut now? Jim thought. After all, he was
the one who had been jacking off in her house.
Actually, my walking in on you has a positive side. she said in a
quieter voice.
I dont understand. Jim replied, finally finding his voice.
Theres something I wanted to talk to you about, something of a somewhat
sensitive nature. she answered, more than a trace of hesitation in her
voice. If this isnt the ice breaker to beat all, I dont know what is.
Jim actually laughed, feeling a little relieved for the first time since
hed heard her voice.
Theres no easy way to ask this, so I guess straight out is always best.
The older woman paused for a moment as if searching for words. Then she
simply asked.
Jim, would you like to sleep with me?
What? Jim asked, the word practically dying stillborn on his lips.
Would you like to sleep with me, you know... sex? Im sure youve heard
of it.
Me..?
Yes you. You have done this before, havent you? I mean youre not a
....
No, Ive done it before. Jim said, although he could count the number of
times he had on one hand.
Good, she beamed, a smile that transcended the years between them.
Why me? Jim asked. I can think of a dozen men whod jump at the chance
to date you.
Not the answer I really expected. she laughed. I though young men your
age were perpetually horny.
We might be. But this young man ties to think with his big head rather
then his little one.
Not so little from what I saw. Christine laughed. But the fact that you
even hesitate is one of the reasons. But I guess you do deserve more of an
explanation.
Christine moved off the desk and settled into a nearby chair. She took
a minute to think about what she wanted to say.
Youre right about a lot of men wanting to date me, she began. I cant
tell you how many propositions Ive had since the funeral. How many men,
some of them even married, want to help console the grieving widow. The
problem is that none of them interest me. Im not looking for a new
husband. And if Im going to just have a casual lover, then I think I could
do a lot better than what choices Ive been offered. As a result, Ive gone
to bed alone ever since. Its not something Ive enjoyed.
That doesnt explain why me? Not that I havent fantasized about you more
times than I should admit. he replied.
A few months before Ron died, she went on. We actually talked about
this. Not that we ever expected to do anything but spend the rest of out
lives together. It was just some play talk late one night. About if we
were going to pick a young lover, who would it be. You were my choice.
And I have to say, I gave it a lot of thought. In many ways you remind me
a lot of Ron. And you can take that as a pretty big compliment.