wickedpen
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Step-Mother On the Deck (Closed for ericrodman101)
Hi, my name is Lauren. I am in my mid sixties but the story I want to tell started thirty three years ago. I was in a dead end marriage and job, but wanted the finer things in life. I met a man who would enable me to pursue the career I wanted while providing for me. He was wonderful, wining and dining me and empowering me to divorce my husband and quit my job and start a whole new life. This was not easy in small town Tennessee.
I was a thirty one year old bank manager where Steve was a customer. He was a big shot real estate broker with expensive suits and cars in a small town. I am not exactly a looker, but always kept my slender body fit. I have long dark brown hair and pale complexion but not unattractive. I was smitten with him and he was recently divorced, or so I heard from a teller who had known him for some time. He began to take an interest in me and we began having lunch. He later told me after we were married and several glasses of wine that he always liked the less attractive women because they would do more for him. Needless to say, there is a price to be paid for everything.
So long story short, after a whirlwind couple of months I was divorced and remarried, to Steve and living in his house. The house was located outside town, pretty much in the woods, but was quite nice. It had a big deck on the back surrounded by trees.
Steve had a son through his first marriage, Rich. He was a high school senior when I married his dad. I was closer to his age than to his fathers, but worlds apart in life experience. Rich was an intelligent athlete and we had some wonderful dinners. He was handsome and funny like his father and smart too. I remember thinking I had a crush on him only to shake that off as ridiculous.
It's summer and I have quit my job at the bank and taking some time before starting my new business. We were having Rich do some landscaping work for us when it happened. Steve was out showing a house or golfing, I forget, and I was laying out in the sun on the deck, in my black bikini when I heard someone below. The deck was eight or ten feet above the backyard. I sat up and looked down at Rich wearing tan shorts, boots and no shirt. He was using a weed eater on the weeds along a small creek that ran through the backyard. His tanned skin was glistening with sweat in the early June sun. His body crafted by football and the weight room was extraordinary. He was oblivious to me as I watched him.
Hi, my name is Lauren. I am in my mid sixties but the story I want to tell started thirty three years ago. I was in a dead end marriage and job, but wanted the finer things in life. I met a man who would enable me to pursue the career I wanted while providing for me. He was wonderful, wining and dining me and empowering me to divorce my husband and quit my job and start a whole new life. This was not easy in small town Tennessee.
I was a thirty one year old bank manager where Steve was a customer. He was a big shot real estate broker with expensive suits and cars in a small town. I am not exactly a looker, but always kept my slender body fit. I have long dark brown hair and pale complexion but not unattractive. I was smitten with him and he was recently divorced, or so I heard from a teller who had known him for some time. He began to take an interest in me and we began having lunch. He later told me after we were married and several glasses of wine that he always liked the less attractive women because they would do more for him. Needless to say, there is a price to be paid for everything.
So long story short, after a whirlwind couple of months I was divorced and remarried, to Steve and living in his house. The house was located outside town, pretty much in the woods, but was quite nice. It had a big deck on the back surrounded by trees.
Steve had a son through his first marriage, Rich. He was a high school senior when I married his dad. I was closer to his age than to his fathers, but worlds apart in life experience. Rich was an intelligent athlete and we had some wonderful dinners. He was handsome and funny like his father and smart too. I remember thinking I had a crush on him only to shake that off as ridiculous.
It's summer and I have quit my job at the bank and taking some time before starting my new business. We were having Rich do some landscaping work for us when it happened. Steve was out showing a house or golfing, I forget, and I was laying out in the sun on the deck, in my black bikini when I heard someone below. The deck was eight or ten feet above the backyard. I sat up and looked down at Rich wearing tan shorts, boots and no shirt. He was using a weed eater on the weeds along a small creek that ran through the backyard. His tanned skin was glistening with sweat in the early June sun. His body crafted by football and the weight room was extraordinary. He was oblivious to me as I watched him.
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