1. First Date After


    Date: 9/20/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: ClarkRoberts, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    Frowning at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I sighed then spoke to it, “Well, what’s it going to be Miranda? Cancel the date or get ready for it?” My reflection looked back at me for a long silent moment. I couldn’t believe I had said yes without even considering the implications of dating a much younger man. To make matters worse, I had said yes with a giddy-giggle like some teenage girl. I was a fortyyear old woman with a grown child, for goodness sake, not some whimsical adolescent. This would be my first date since my divorce. It had been years since I had been on a date where a man was actually trying to woo me, instead of just placate me. I didn’t have a clue about what I should do, but deep down I knew I needed to go. After a long exhale, I answered myself aloud, “You'd better get ready.” I threw some bath salts into the tub and filled it with water. I lit an aromatherapy candle and the bathroom filled the relaxing fragrance of lavender. Reaching behind my back, I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor with the rest of my clothes. Standing in my panties, I gleefully rubbed my just released Double-D breasts like a rider rubbed down a horse after a hard ride. It felt good. After stripping my panties, I slid into the warm water with a gratified groan. It felt good too. Most Fridays were long days at the bank where I worked as a teller and today was no exception. It amazed me that in the age of direct deposit and debit cards that so many people still wanted ...
    cash from their paychecks on Friday evening. I had been so preoccupied thinking about my date this evening that I had miscounted several transactions. The chief teller had even pulled me aside to give me a firm talking-to. I shivered recalling the reprimand. Thankfully, I had built a good record during my two years with the bank. I knew my job was safe, but I had been embarrassed for being so distracted that it had affected my work. The distraction’s name was Rory. He was twenty-three years old, seventeen years my junior. Our age difference troubled me, yet I found it thrilling at the same time. The fact that a younger man would find me attractive really boosted my ego. It needed boosting after the bruising it took during the course of my divorce proceedings. Rory’s mother, a former neighbor, was a good friend of mine. She had invited me to her youngest son’s high school graduation party. It was an opportunity to reconnect with old friends. As part of the divorce settlement, my house had been sold and the proceeds split between my ex-husband and me. I had been forced to move away from the neighborhood. Lying in the tub of warm water reduced my anxiety and the soothing scent of lavender comforted me. As I grew more relaxed, I recalled the graduation party. I sighed, returning to the old neighborhood had filled me with a painful melancholy. It reminded me of how much I had lost in the divorce; not only the house, but good friends as well. With my emotions barely in check, I ...
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