Just Keep Swinging - Sex Stories

Just Keep Swinging

... cigarettes. I was trying to be all motherly. It was equally scary that I could have been her mum if things had gone differently all those years ago. "We've got five minutes, no one is looking for us, and you are meant to be looking after me?"

"Yeah?"

I gently coughed to clear my throat. "So, is there somewhere dry around here that I can smoke?" I practically whispered. The question clearly flummoxed her. You could see the words being slowly processed in her eyes.

"What? Well, there is a shack around the back out of sight some of the guys use." She stuttered a little and looked on quizzically.

I smiled warmly at her. "Perfect. Can I ask you to go grab my large brown leather bag on the veranda?" I rubbed my sore thighs wobbling them in the leggings whilst looking for sympathy. Suggesting that I was not about to get up and run to get it. The routine worked at home with the eight-year-old with chocolate biscuits when I was being lazy, and it worked just as well here with the twenty two year old and my cigarettes.

"Yeah, on it."

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That was how I was standing there shivering, smoking a cigarette just about sheltered from the rain under an old rusty, rather battered looking tin roofed lean to around the back of the sports center. I was polite and offered her the pack. She scoffed and laughed whilst waving her hand dismissively around. She was a good girl.

As such between heaves on my filter I ended up brain dumping all my woes about John and my family on ...

... poor Sarah. She was not expecting it. But we sat there hugging each other. Bonding over the failures of our relationships. The built-up emotions flowed out so much along with some tears, I was in such a flow that I instinctively lit a second cigarette.

"You are still pretty and attractive!" Sarah said to me as I sniffed hard, rubbing the back of my hand.

"Come on." I replied with disgust, feeling tears and snot swinging off on the end of my nose. I tried to breathe in my noticeable bulging stomach.

"You most definitely are. Plus, I saw you playing, you still knew what to do."

I laughed and coughed up snot and tears before loudly swallowing. "I don't!" I couldn't tell if she was cold, or if she was telling the truth about me being attractive. Her blue eyes were shining brightly, and her nipples were poking hard through her top as she delicately helped by moving some of my hair away from the tears on my face. Our lips were inches from touching and kissing. Neither of us made a move. At that moment I would have done, I really could have.

She slowly tilted her head back, so she looked across at me, the smoke twirling from my cigarette almost dancing in front of our faces. "Come back next week and show us what you can really do?"

"No, I can't, I'm too old now "

"Mary?"

I nodded, "I think I would like to do that." I finally smiled as I took one last drag on the cigarette. I exhaled and as the smoke drifted in the air, I looked through the opening of the tin ...