Wendy' Choice - Sex Stories

Wendy' Choice

Wendy got a new boyfriend, the IT guy from work. He introduced himself to her by “finding” her misplaced hairbrush. He told her he didn't know if she lost it, and he didn't know if it was hers, but he had waited until she arrived before asking someone if it was hers because he liked her and it seemed like the nice type of thing SHE would own.

She was a secretary at a medium sized steel parts factory in Chicago, and they had taken an instant liking to each other the very first day they had met. It was a case of instant mutual attraction, and they never let that moment pass. It was renewed every time their eyes met, too. They both felt it in their hearts and their vitals.

Wendy went out to lunch with him, and found out he was a widower, as they exchanged information, since his wife had passed about a year ago. He had an 18 year old son, who had been fathered on prom night back in high school. The boy had lived with him alone since his wife had died in childbirth, but he had still welcomed the boy into his life and opened his home to him.

“You've never had another woman in your life?” she asked, keeping her voice steady with great effort.

“No.” he replied. “Raising Jason alone took all my time and effort. I never had any time to spare for all of that, anyway.”

“All of that?” she asked, raising one eyebrow in a way she thought looked provocative and sexily desirable, based in the hours she had spent in front of a mirror practicing.

“I'm of the persuasion that ...

... the love of one's life is worth every moment of one's waking life. No time should be spent when awake that is not admiring her perfection.” he said, matter of factly.

Her breath caught in her throat for a moment, but she recovered quite quickly and told him that she was a single mother with a daughter, only 18, and recently graduated from high school. She had lived with her parents her whole life because she had gotten pregnant on her prom night and lived with her mother's disappointment her whole adult life.

No matter how much she had debased herself to her father, she could never atone for her sins in the light of her own eyes. She felt she could see it reflected in the way he looked at her, too. Her child was a living testimony to her failure in everyone's eyes but his. She could feel the acceptance and love in his gaze as he radiated heat with his whole being and shined it out of his eyes toward her.

She kept her silence for a long moment. No words needed to be spoken as they poured their own thoughts and emotions into each others eyes through their own. Neither of them could think a lie in that moment that lasted what felt like an eternity as one melded into the next.

The food arrived, breaking the moment temporarily, and they both spent the next ten minutes eating, not talking much until their plates were empty. Then they got back into the conversation they had abandoned when the waiter had showed up with the food.

“One kid. That and my job. That's been my ...