Two weeks ago, I was in Walmart's garden section, looking with disgust at the withered mint plants. The slender woman in her 40s next to me saw my revulsion and told me that the plant needed to be in partial shade to thrive, not 100% burning sunlight. I asked her if she thought the plants might recover. She didn't. She then told me that she had lovely mint plants for sale and gave me her business card that describer as an amateur horticulturist. She wore a very short cotton sundress and a long-sleeve white shirt, which was completely unbuttoned. No more than about 5'3" and no more than about 110lbs, she was attractive enough to warrant a looking over, especially as her shapely legs invited my gaze when I first spotted her.
The next day, I showed up at her farm house in the country. I got no answer at her door, so I walked around to her driveway, where I saw that she had small parking area. I walked into large backyard and saw her tending to her plants. Once again, she wore a very, very short cotton sundress, but in a different color, with the same white shirt and a straw hat. I got her attention, and she seemed truly pleased to see me. Her mint plants were perfect. I pulled out my wallet to pay her, but she told me to take it for free. I refused. She insisted. I refused. She told me that perhaps as payment, I could look at her sinks' garbage disposal unit, as she didn't know whether she should call a repairman or just buy a new unit. It made dismal humming sounds, but didn't turn. I looked at its bottom and saw the large hex hole. I explained that I would return the next day with the required tool to fix it. She was delighted and offered me a glass of wine, which I accepted.
As we drank, she told me her life story: recently divorced, a former English teacher who quit during the Covid madness, no kids but two cats, and made enough money from her plants sales not to need a real job. I impressed the hell out of her by my giving many examples of hendiadys in Shakespeare's plays. I mentioned my wife and kids, by the way. I also wear a big gold wedding ring, which my wife selected to be obvious from a distance, apparently not trusting me or other women.
I showed up the next day on time, but didn't find her in her garden, so I knocked on her back door. She greeted me wearing blue-jean miniskirt, very short, but no shoes, and her white blouse but it was fully buttoned. I liked her naked feet, as they were small and delicate, and her long hair seemed more quaffed. I got the distinct impression that she wanted to make an impression on me.
I crawled under her sink and went to work with the hex wrench. I didn't pay much attention to her, but I got the feeling she was striking poses for me. At one point, when she turned around bent at her waist to put something away, I could see her dark blue panties, which were neither in the thong style nor the full style, but in the midway style that revealed half of her ass cheeks (I believe it's called the Brazilian cut).
The disposal unit worked. Once again she offered me a glass of wine. As we drank and talked, side by side, leaning against her counter space, she paused talking and looked into my eyes, with half opened eyes and parted lips that said kiss me. So, I did. We kissed like teenagers, hungry and urgent. She placed her hands on my chest, feeling my muscles, while I held the back of her head. As I ran my other hand down her back, I felt no bra strap, and my cock harden, which she could feel. We stopped as quickly as we started, both of us proclaiming that we should not go any further. I gulped the last of my wine and left.
The next day, I emailed her with my secret email account, telling her that the mint plant was thriving. A few days later, she emailed explaining that she loved kissing me. I didn't reply, but I did reply after next email a few days later, wherein she apologized for the first email. I explained that she needn't apologize, as that kiss had made my day. I asked if she had any basil plants. She did.
I showed up 15 minutes late the next day, and she opened her door, wearing only a short sundress. I entered her house, we chatted, and we kissed again. This time my hands roamed her body freely. No bra. No panties. She felt for my cock through my pants. I pulled down her strapless dress enough to see her small breasts with inverted nipples. As we embraced, I placed my fingertips between her legs, just slightly touching her pussy lips; soon, I felt her moisture on my fingers.
Out of nowhere, she said, "I am not very good at sucking cock, but I want to be. I want to learn how to be better."
"Better in what way?" I asked.
"You know, things like deep throating."
I was still fairly stunned by what she said, so I only nodded. She asked if I wanted to continue in her bedroom. I did. The room was dark, and the large bed dominated the small space. I sat on her bed as she stood before me, while I rubbed my face in her exposed breasts. She slid off her dress, and then she went to work undressing me. As soon as my cock was free, she eagerly sucked it. Not bad. No biting or teeth scraping. I interrupted her sucking to kiss her again and lift her into my arms. Since I am a foot taller and twice as heavy and many times stronger, I figured she should experience the differential fully.
I placed her on her bed, and then I opened her legs wide and kissed and licked and sucked her inner thighs and the skin near her labia but not touching or even getting near her opening or clit. I reveled in pubic hair, as my wife has had all her pubic hair laser-treated away, leaving her skin stubble free as baby skin. In contrast, she had shaved only the hair near her opening, but left the rest in place. Finally, I moved on to licking her sensitive areas and she writhed in delight. I expected her to orgasm, but suddenly, she stopped me, proclaiming that we shouldn't do this. I agreed.
I climbed atop her, my cock resting on her pubic mound. I told her that we should not fuck, but that we should kiss. Kiss we did. Well we performed what I have heard described as Mormon unmarried sex, where everything other than penetration occurs. It was like we were acting out a sex scene for a movie without actually having sex. I even placed my cock between her small ass cheeks like a hotdog in its bun, stroking up and down her ass crack. At one point, she rubbed my hard cock over her pussy and positioned it at right at her opening. I wondered if she was going to go for it. She didn't. She said. "If we ever do fuck, I am going to need a lot of lube, as I have never had anyone as large as you."
"But we are never going to fuck, right?" I said.
She agreed. We got into the 69 position, with her on top. I expected both of us to orgasm, but she saw the clock and panicked, as she had a customer arriving soon. We quickly dressed, kissed, and she told me that she loved sucking in my cock. I left and haven’t returned. She has emailed me, detailing how much she liked kissing me and sucking my cock.
