A Christmas Story
It was a long slow day and I was wondering what I’d do later. My wife’s gone so all I have is a cold, lonely bed to go home to, on Christmas Eve.One of my customers is a really cute thirty-five year old with a seven year old boy, Michelle and Dale. I’ve talked to them many times. She brings Dale in at least once a week, he’s a real rock-hound. My store specializes in minerals and I always spend time talking to him. I know she really appreciates it because she told me.I’ve thought about her but I never fuck around with customers. It was closing time and she seemed depressed about something so I asked her what the problem was. She said, “Dale’s having problems in school. He has no adult male in his life.” and she started crying softly. As Dale looked around I gave her a hug and got her a tissue.She watched me for several minutes as I turned lights off and closed, and I wondered what she was thinking.”Would you like to have coffee with me?” she finally said.”Of etlik escort course, where would you like to go?” thinking we’d go down the street to a local place.”How about my place?” she asked. Why was this young woman asking this? I’m seventy-one, an old man twice her age with long, pure-white hair and a beard. A couple of dirty thoughts crossed my mind, but I stopped myself.”OK, I’ll follow you.” And she got her son and herself belted in. I hurried to get my car and, as she pulled away, I followed her to this cute little house with a big yard.Dale was asleep so I carried him in for her. As we walked through to his room she kicked off her shoes and I did too. She took him and sent me to the living room. She was back out soon, closing the door softly.”He’s asleep,” she explained walking through to the kitchen, and started making coffee. I went out to help but just stood watching her.She started to cry again and I gently keçiören escort put my hand on her shoulder and turned her to me, hugging her. She snuggled in and started to explain about Dale. I pulled her closer and rubbed her back and then stepped away. No pushing.The coffee was done and she poured two cups with cream and sugar. We sat sipping coffee and talked about Dale. She broke up again so I slid my chair around, pulling her gently to me until she lay her head on my shoulder, crying hard.This went on for five minutes or so until she calmed down. I got a paper towel and carefully wiped her eyes. She sat there, staring up at me with a thoughtful look, then slowly this wonderful smile spread across her face as she looked at me.”You are a beautiful man and I think I like you more than anyone I know. Every guy I’ve dated for years has only wanted sex and just ignores Dale. You’ve always been a gentleman and the only kızılay escort one who showed a real interest in him.””Me too. I’ve seen you watching me. I like your gentle manner and I want something I haven’t had in over five years. Sex.””With you Paul.”, and smiling said, “It’s a shared Christmas gift.”Then very softly, looking down, not at me, “Besides, I’ve never had a quickie before.” My heart jumped.My mind just emptied of all thoughts. This absolutely stunned me, and for the first time in years I couldn’t think of anything to say. She laughed and stood to get us more coffee.I just sat there, dumbfounded, staring. She looked at me then softly took my hand, pulling me through the living room, past Dale’s room and left into hers. She has a king size bed, neat art on the walls and scattered throw rugs on a hardwood floor. Nice, warm, comfy room. Softly lit. And I thought, “We’re going to need all of that bed.” My world got a lot brighter right then.She turned, stepped to me and started to pull my shirt off. I helped by undoing my belt and let my kilt fall to the floor. She kneeled and took my socks off then reached up and started pulling my underwear down. It’s always been me undressing her first so this was a new feeling for me.
