It happened at his cousin's wedding. He didn't want to be there, hates weddings, but his wife made him go. As she was out on the lawn chatting with friends, he had already made up his mind to choke down the rest of his cake, find her, and tell her he was leaving. If she wasn't ready to go, she could just find another ride home later. That's what he would do all right.
Then he noticed a pretty woman from across the country club lawn. She was extraordinary, blonde hair entwined into a lazy French twist, dotted with babies' breath, softly rounded curves shaped in a tight midnight blue satin gown. It was her eyes that captured his full attention. They were locked on his!
This is a story that happened about four or five years ago. My life has changed since the time of this story, but it came up in conversation with some friends and they insisted that I write it down. While I have to change one or two of the details so that I don't get caught, the story is essentially true. The woman in question is a real person is hard as that might be to believe.
I was at kind of a low point socially. I had been through an emotionally and finically devastating divorce, and was having trouble getting going again with the opposite sex. My ex-wife, Robin was a beautiful, fiery redhead that I had been totally in love with. Robin had wonderful freckles, a great body with large breasts, and a bright red pussy. I was convinced that she was my sole mate until the day she ran off with my best friend, and most of my possessions. It had been a year, and I was ready to move on.
Mike had been itchy all evening, Rachael could tell. He'd been rubbing his hands across her shoulders, down her arms, and across her ass, bumping up against her as they moved from one crowded room to another, and slipping his hand halfway up the inside of her thigh whenever he thought he wouldn't be caught.
It wasn't ordinary horniness, she knew. They had taken care of that earlier while showering before they dressed for the party. It was definitely something else. And she knew just what he needed to scratch that itch.
The winter storm had moved into the ranch country just after lunch, bringing cold, wind and snow. The radio had predicted near blizzard conditions by nightfall. Joe had brought the horses in to spend the storm in the protection of the barn, the cattle had been fed and their water tanks cleared of ice so they could drink. Finally he could head home to spend the stormy night with a good book and the radio.
Joe was born and raised on this ranch and wouldn't think of doing anything else; he loved his life. He had looked forward to his wife coming home this night, as she did most Friday evenings, but she had called to tell him she would be staying in town to attend the volley ball game; their daughter was a player. She spent the week in town with their daughter to send her to school. And if this storm became as strong as they predicted, his wife and daughter would likely spend the entire weekend in town too.
Joe looked forward to weekends and the regular fuck he got on Friday nights. His 6'2" frame squirmed in the pickup seat, thinking of the pussy he would miss. The squirming and his thoughts made his 45 year old cock swell. He rubbed his crotch. "Calm down big guy, you ain't getting any tonight," he told his cock, as if it had a life of it's own; which it seemed to have at times!
Joe had been a janitor at Wickman School For Girls for about three years, and while the pay wasn't the greatest, being a young single guy he didn't have many needs. Besides, the scenery at the school was nothing short of spectacular! The little bitches that attended the exclusive private school never even gave him a second glance. As far as they were concerned he didn't even exist, but that was okay with him because it gave him the perfect cover for his one and only hobby; trying to see these little sluts with their panties down!
There were really only three places that Joe knew the girls got naked at, in their own dorm rooms, in the bathroom showers, and in the main gym locker room showers. After careful evaluation, Joe soon figured out that the gym shower was by far the best place to make his attempt, as all of the girls would be totally nude. The bathrooms had stalls and the girls wouldn't be totally disrobed, and it would be almost impossible to see much in the dorm rooms, and it would be much too risky for the limited rewards.
"Karen, it's a crying shame the way these tax people try to screw us. Look at this notice my husband and I received the other day. It's an audit, I think."
The petite, pretty blonde housewife was obviously very angry as she handed the notice to her lovely, dark-haired neighbor. Karen read it slowly, then looked up.
"I agree with you, Mary. But what can you do about it?"
Rat-a-tat-tat! The banging on the back door could only mean one thing; Tommy was here to visit with Jimmy.
Without waiting for an answer, Tommy popped open the screen door and marched into the kitchen. "Jimmy around?"
"I'm sorry, Tom, but Jimmy and his dad went shopping for a new bike," replied Mrs. Overton, "he should be home in an hour or so if you care to wait."
The teenager stood in the middle of the kitchen and pondered for a few seconds and answered back, "Yeah, I'll wait, is it okay if I watch television in the basement?"
"Sure," Mrs. Overton replied, "go right on down, I'll tell Jimmy you're here as soon as he gets back!"