A New Day, A New You part 9 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 9

... down stairs and rejoin the ladies who have all their stations set up when Bethany informs Kayla that I’ll be giving her a ride home and back to work for her shift in the VIP room tending the bar. Ever see a woman who doesn’t know what to do when she’s handed a good opportunity well this is it. I walk Kayla out to my mother’s car as she doesn’t own one herself and drive her back towards her home with the turn by turn directions she gives me. While we drive I take note of the bronze woman, probably Indian by her skin tone and thick black hair but it’s short and not long like Lajita’s. Also she’s about 5’7” and curvy but I’m pretty sure she’s almost my age with no real wrinkles in her skin. The biggest thing figure wise is she has an almost straight figure with a little curve for her hips and breasts from the front but the side profile give me D cup breasts and an ass with more jiggle than firmness. We arrive at a smallish apartment complex that is facing the street and I park where she points and when I shut the engine off she gives me an odd look. “What are you doing,” She asks confused. “I’m shutting the car off, I was told to give you a ride back to work when your shift starts so I can either wait here or come inside,” I make it a point to leave out the option of me leaving. “Oh, you don’t have to,” Kayla says and I stop her. “You know my sister, she’s got her brain set on me keeping an eye out for you so here I am,” I tell her and she nods lightly. I’m invited up to her ...

... apartment and once inside I can see she didn’t go for much in the divorce. There is a couple wicker chairs and an older coffee table in the living room with a makeshift bookshelf. I am wondering if she even has a bed as she gains my attention. “I can make some tea for you if you like,” Kayla asks and I nod. As she steps out I take a look at her books and see a few that I’ve read. I almost smile as Mom’s tutelage is coming back to me in spades from my days courting Rachael. I pull one book out and proceed to take a look at the words; I’ve read the book before. I hear Kayla come back to the room and set down the tea before noticing the book. “I’m sorry I don’t normally have company,” Kayla says noting the book I’m holding. “Oh I didn’t know you were married,” I tell her flipping through the pages. “I’m not married,” She states a little quietly and I smile. “Okay so aside from the decent but not great ring on your left hand, the dog eared pages of this relationship book on the troubled waters of marriage and the sparse home furnishings I’d say it your divorce is already filed,” I state as she looks at me a little stunned,” I’m going to guess that you filed because you wanted out fast?” “Yes,” is her simple reply. “You know my sister didn’t send me over because you need a ride to work tonight,” I state and she looks a little shocked. “But then why are you here,” I get the question and it tells me way too much about her marriage. I sit down on the small loveseat, the only decently ...