The Legendary Mrs. Olsen's Next Day - Sex Stories

The Legendary Mrs. Olsen's Next Day

... the essence of a lecture she couldn’t care about. And while she was calming a customer down over an imagined dilemma, her phone beeped with a 612 area code. After she’d completed the call, she redialed the number, it tuned out to be Curt, not Tom. “Hi!" "Hello, Gayle. Hey, we said we’d call. I’m sorry, Tom’s a little under the weather, he won’t be joining us tonight." So that was the lay of the land, Tom had tossed her to Curt, not particularly a bad thing. But Gayle had to quickly make a decision, a dinner of futile conversation with a man half her age followed by a potentially lame sexual encounter, or dinner with an old friend ending sterilely. She made her choice. "Curt, I’m so sorry, but I bumped into a very old friend, and I’m going to have dinner with him.” She could hear the dismay in Curt’s reply. "Oh, I see. Well, maybe tomorrow night?” "I’ll be flying out then. But it was nice. Take care of yourself." And she pushed the hang up button before he could beg further. Her attention then turned to the encounter she had chosen. "Excuse me, is there a nice restaurant in the area?" she asked the hotel desk clerk. "If you like Italian, Ciao Bella is highly thought of, it’s about five miles away.” "That’ll be fine," and Gayle got the directions. After a long shower she began dressing, her options limited by her suitcase. While she primped, she phoned home, talking with her husband for nearly half an hour, her teen-aged daughter for only a few sentences. When he asked her ...

... what she was doing that night, she confessed, "Oh, I met some old friends from the early days, we’re going out to dinner. Then I’ll probably be in bed early." And when they were done, she said - and meant - "I love you.” She met Ron in the lobby at eight, his first words were complimentary. "You look wonderful. How have you kept that wonderful figure after so many years?" She beamed at the ovation, wondered if it wasn’t meant to be flattery, and returned a like remark, just in case it was. They drove to the bistro, decided it was a good selection. The atmosphere was dark and elegant without being overly pretentious. She let Ron order the wine, realized it was from the high end of the list, she was glad it was going to appear on his expense account, not hers. And the chat turned to the olden days, when she was a fledgling, he still struggling to make it to the top. "What ever happened to Rich?" "I heard from him a couple of years ago, he wound up in Dallas as a senior VP, then got booted out with a silver parachute." He confirmed that she was still married after a couple of decades, she found out he’d divorced, moved back to Philly, remarried and was living in a Montgomery County suburb. Old stories were remembered and laughed about, and when the dinner got to the coffee and desert stage and the room was nearly devoid of customers, Ron had a divulgence. "You know, back then, I always wished I could date you.” "Why didn’t you try?” "Well, you were seeing your guy, the one you ...