Coloring Outside The Lines - Sex Stories

Coloring Outside The Lines

... Bill. It didn't mean anything," she said.

"To you maybe. To him it meant everything," Bill responded.

My career continued on just fine for the next year in Santa Fe. My social life, not that I was looking, was at a complete zero. That was fine with me. I had Bill check for me occasionally to see if I was still married. Surprisingly, Viv hadn't filed for abandonment. I had to wonder why.

I would occasionally go with my co-workers for a night out at the end of a workday, but I didn't go on my first date until I was in Santa Fe for about 18 months. To quote Bob Seger, she was a "black-haired beauty with big dark eyes, and points on her own, sitting way up high." She was part Pueblo, part Hispanic, with muscular legs that felt wonderful when she wrapped them around me during sex. We went out several times, but I knew she was looking for something more permanent, which I couldn't provide.

Two months later I met Evangeline, "Angel" Bourne, while I was sitting at the bar of my favorite quiet pub. She was a quintessential Irish lass, with dark red hair, freckles and bright blue eyes. I was to find out later she also had the famous Irish temper as well.

I still had on my jacket and tie, having come straight from one of those days at the office where I spent my time putting out fires, and was nursing a shot of Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey when I heard a woman's voice call out, "The one at the bar's mine girls. You all find your own," as several women walked in.

I ...

... guessed that the four women all came from a shift at one of the local factories as they were all wearing jeans and work shirts. The one sauntering my way had her work shirt unbuttoned to the middle of what looked like a pair of C-cup boobs. I wasn't too subtle as I watched her tits jiggle as she approached.

"What are we drinking tonight, Mr. Fancy Suit Guy?" she asked with a big smile and her eyes laughing.

"Tennessee Honey. That work for you?" I asked.

Angel and I spent the night talking, dancing and drinking. I found out she was out for a rare night of partying as her 2-year-old was with a babysitter. The child's father was an unknown, she said to me with more than a little embarrassment in her voice. "I got a little too drunk, was by myself and I'm pretty sure I got roofied by two guys I was partying with. I learned several lessons that night, the most important of which is that neither me nor my friends ever leave a bar alone with a man if we didn't come with him. We all leave together, or at the very least, leave in pairs," she explained.

"But my daughter is a gift from God. She is the most precious thing in my life."

She took out her phone, tapped a few times and brought up a photo of an adorable toddler.

"You got kids?" she asked.

"I don't think it's ever going to be in the cards for me," I said, launching into my story of how I came to be in Santa Fe.

"Wow. That's terrible. But you're still married to her? You should get that taken care of," she ...