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Glamour Shots, Chapter 18

Date: 1/28/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 29, Source: LushStories

will. You think he’s handsome, I guess?” She slid down and laid her head on my chest, snuggling into me. “He is nice looking, yes.” “What does he look like?” She thought about that for a moment, and then laughed softly. “A lot like you, actually. He’s about your height, maybe just a tiny bit shorter; similar build, just a nice male physique, nice shoulders, not too skinny, not too fat, not all bulked up like some gym rat. Just…nice. Handsome.” She paused again, thinking. “His eyes are blue, not hazel like your pretty eyes. His hair is brown, slightly darker than yours, but going gray along the sides – he sort of looks like an older version of you, in some ways.” That surprised me! I’d had him pictured in my head as being about Alli’s age. “Compared to you, babe, I’m an older version of me! But he’s older than me - than us?” She looked up at me, surprised. “Yes – didn’t I tell you that?” I shook my head. “I don’t think so. So how old a guy is he – ancient, I hope?” She laughed. “No, not ‘ancient’. We didn’t talk about it, but I’d say maybe late forties. Fifty, possibly. Not real old!” “I guess not. You seem to have a thing for older men like him and me, huh babe?” She shrugged. “I don’t think age matters, honey. I have a ‘thing’, as you call it, for nice men; men who are kind, and gentle, and easy-going, men who are strong, and confident in themselves so that they don’t always have to act so tough. Mostly, I think…men who are willing to be open and honest with me, and who ... don’t pretend to be something they’re not.” She chuckled ruefully. “Known a few of that type – no thanks!” She thought for a moment. “I like men who are respectful to women, and not intimidated by smart, talented, self-confident ladies. I like men who are good bosses, that can get the most out of their people, but by leading and inspiring, not by threats and intimidation, guys that care about things being done right and making sure those around them do too. You and Derek have that ability in common, that kind of leadership.” She remained silent for a time, but I could tell there was more she wanted to say, so I kept my mouth shut; soon, she went on. “I like good men, and men that treat me with respect, like you always have. And men who trip over their own feet and get all tongue-tied because they’re so nervous when we first meet.” I laughed. “Me again, right?” She kissed me. “Yes, you. Is there anything else you want to know?” I thought about it, knowing I should let sleeping dogs lie, but, being the masochist I apparently am…”So, since Derek sounds like he’s as wonderful as me, I assume he’s married?” “The subject never came up, but I don’t think so.” “No? Why?” “Well, for one thing, he wasn’t wearing a ring.” “What, you checked for that?” She laughed softly. “No, not specifically, but I noticed his hands. He has beautiful, amazing hands.” I frowned. “His hands? Why in the world would you notice his hands?” She snuggled against me, and I felt rather that saw her shrug. “Well, ...