An Unexpected Late Valentine - Sex Stories

An Unexpected Late Valentine

... ravishing, and I would be the envy of all the men at the country club where we were going for dinner.

We drove to the club in my vintage pale yellow 1967 Ford Thunderbird 4-door hardtop. It was the perfect pairing of an elegant woman riding in a classic car. It was a match made in heaven. The trip to the country club took about a half hour. We talked and got to know each other better. Lynn grew up in the area while I was a transplant from over nineteen hundred miles away.

Lynn gave me her life story in about four minutes. She grew up in the area, graduated college, got a job in the business world, got married, had a family, buried a spouse who died unexpectedly, and became a widower. My life was similar. I didn't go into business but proceeded into education. I taught high school, coached, and became a school administrator. She had money from her husband's estate, and I had a pension and part ownership in the bar. We both had adult children, things we were interested in, and we got to know one another.

Arriving at the country club, we were seated in a booth at the back of the restaurant. We ordered drinks and a bottle of Merlot and perused the menu for dinner. Lynn ordered a petite filet, and I went with a small ribeye.

We continued our conversation. The restaurant was warm, and she opened her coat and unbuttoned a button on her blouse that exposed some cleavage that surprised me. She had nice breasts, about 34C, a flawless complexion, and great legs.

Our ...

... steaks arrived, done perfectly. We chatted and enjoyed our dinner.

"What would you like for dessert?" I asked.

"I am not big on dessert. How about a nightcap later?"

"Well, what would you like to do next? A movie, dancing, or something special," I replied.

"I would like to revisit some places I remember when I lived here as a kid. If you drive, I will guide us through my past," Lynn told me.

"OK, sounds good to me. I have lived in the area briefly and know nothing about it. This should be educational and interesting."

As we left the country club, Lynn gave me directions on where to drive and our destination. She took me past her old family home while she went through school. Then, Lynn had me stop in the high school's dark parking lot. Her eyes started to tear up.

"You had to be a "rah-rah," and I can picture you in your cheerleading outfit. You were rooting the team to victory. "

"Yes, I was. Hey, you were a coach. You must have played football."

"I did. Good old number 54, I was the long snapper on field goals, extra points, and punts. My playing time was about nine plays a game. I did have fun and wouldn't trade for anything."

As we exited the high school parking lot, Lynn told me to turn right and head out of town.

"Jacob, my grandparents had a farm about four miles down the road. It was this quaint little place in the country."

As I drove out of town, Lynn's hand grabbed the inside of my thigh. At first, it startled me, and the Thunderbird ...