“Handsome submissive to be used by a female. Willing to do house cleaning, massages, and pedicures.” The post read.
-“Oh, my!” Very interesting Sandra thought.
Well, she did plan to get rid of a lot of stuff. She planned to get rid of the stuff which reminded her of her soon to be ex-husband. What would be the harm in asking this kind hearted, and solicitous young man to help her tidy up, and help her move boxes and such? This with an offer for a massage to boot!
-“Oh, here’s another one!”
This titled: “Let’s shoot some guns at the rifle range.” It read.
That would be awesome! To feel the power wrapped around her hands, to aim and execute with acute concentration and pre-meditated calculation at the target…right between its legs.
Sandra spent the rest of her lunch hour browsing through the men seeking women classifieds. She decided to answer one which seemed very nicely written by an intriguing man. The other posts, perhaps she would explore at a later date. It was Valentine's Day tomorrow after all!
She decided it was time to start dating again. It had been quite a while since she had dated…gulp. No matter, she was hot, still a good looking woman, and her derriere was to coin the popular song: “Bootylicious.”
The procedure had been worth every dime. She now reveled in the pleasure of buying sexy lingerie which only complimented her improved figure.
For her photograph, Sandra wore a form fitting knitted dress which hugged closely her enhanced curves. She posed sideways, at a favorable angle, and adorned it with a brilliant smile. She sent this picture with her reply to the posted ad, asking this total stranger if he would like to be her valentine.
Sandra intended to be as assertive and effective in her romantic life, as she was in her business persona. She was no wall flower.
-“You seem startled, is anything the matter?” Jeff asked as he warmly and assertively shook Sandra’s extended hand.
Sandra carefully guarded her expression. She made up her mind to be open to all possibilities, and she intended to have a fabulous free meal this evening. She made a mental note to ask next time for pictures, before she actually made the time and effort to meet someone in person.
-“No, I’m fine. Actually, I have to tell you that this is the very first date I’ve had in 34 years. That is a very, very long time. Please excuse me, if I seem not updated with the dating protocol.” Sandra said this while focusing her attention on the menu before her. She was famished.
Jeff was not fooled. He was a very astute and intuitive man. He looked at Sandra with eyes that questioned if she liked him; silently asking if she would allow the race division to set up a barrier between them.
-“Sandra if there is a problem, the least we can do is enjoy a great meal together, good conversation, and perhaps make a new friend. No expectations, no pressures on my part.” He said.
After taking a long gulp of her Grand Marnier, which was thick, hot and sweet... Sandra took a good look at Jeff.
Her eyes surreptitiously surveyed his frame, while taking a complete inventory of him. He had kind, soulful eyes… these expressive and dark like aromatic coffee. His lips were lush and sensual; these complementing his strong nose. His curly hair was peppered with white. He looked very well put together for his 49 years of age, and he smelled simply delectable.
Sandra focused on his strong hands for a moment. Her pre-conceived notions crumbled in the face of an acute need to simply be held and caressed. She needed to feel wanted, desired and to feel alive once more. Her skin vibrated and her body ached to be touched by a man again.
Her bruised self-esteem needed a little tender care too. What did race matter? They were two lonely people gathered on this Valentine's day. They were merely human after all.
Sandra reached out her hand to enclose his, and answered with a sweet smile on her lips: “There is no problem.”
to be continued...
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