Widower finding purpose in loss

[Houstonguy30]

I watch as you walk away. I enjoy the subtle rock in your ass as you walk toward the bathroom. I pay the bill and realize, I too, need to use the facilities.

In the bathroom, It's hard to urinate because I'm still hard from our banter. I have to wait a minute and think about anything but you until my cock finally deflates enough to aim properly.

I finish, wash up, and head to the door. A few second later, you join me at the front and link arms with me.

"Yes. You're talking about the little shop down the street? It's walkable, right?" I smile and hold the door open for you as we exit and turn left.

 

[Becaa57]

I smile at you as we exit the restaurant.
"Yes just a block or two, it's a nice night for a walk anyways"

As we walk down the street, seeing more then one double take.

"Guess we're going to be starting rumors"

I stay on your arm, loving how comfortable and secure but most of all right it feels.

"Here we are, remember this is my treat"

Going into a small old fashioned bakery with a good sized display of fresh made donuts.

"Pick out what you want"

 

[Houstonguy30]

I enjoy our walk together. I hear you giggle after one of the double takes occurs. I beam with pride at how many people just stare at your incredible beauty.

You remind me that this is your treat, and that I should pick something out.

I choose the cheesecake. It looks delicious with the raspberry drizzle over the top. I order a decaf coffee.

You place your order and we sit down. As soon as you hit the seat, I interject with a playful question. "Truth or dare?"

 

[Becaa57]

As we sit and you ask the Truth or Dare question.

"Ok, maybe one day I will tell you my most memorable Truth or Dare, but not tonight, so don't ask it"

Thinking a minute

"Truth"

 

[Houstonguy30]

Your comment about 'most memorable Truth or Dare' certainly intrigues me, but I decide to let it go for now.

"We'll start simple. This is less about truth and more that I just want you to expand on an earlier comment."

I see you studying my face.

"You mentioned you came back and took a new job to 'start over' after a bad breakup. Care to expand on that a bit?"

 

[Becaa57]

I pause at that question. Thinking back over memories some of them painful.

"Ok, not what I was expecting. "

"When I graduated from school, I moved back east for a job."
"Ended up sharing an apartment with a classmate"

"For a couples years everything was good, we got along. Neither of us had a steady boyfriend"
"A lot of nights barhopping, maybe find a guy to go home with for a night or two"
"Then I started dating a co-worker named Stan. I know, not a smart thing to do, but we weren't serious at least not at first"
"After about 6 months it got serious. Then he asked me to marry him."

Pausing a moment, making sure I have the time line right

"I was doing most of the wedding planning on top of working"

"One night I came home to find him in my roommates bed"
"They both swore up and down that it was a one time thing, not planned and alcohol was involved"
"I forgave them both, I mean who hasn't ended up in the wrong bed after 1 or 2 too many drinks"

"I was still living with Cathy, but spending a lot of nights with Bob too"

"One night when I was over at Bob's while we were making love, he called me Cathy, saying something like I'm so much better in bed then Rachel"

"That devastated me!!!"

"I left immediately went home to confront Cathy, she confessed told me that it'd been going on since before he asked me to marry him"

"Well here I am now"

 

[Houstonguy30]

I reach across and take your hand about mid-way through your story. I can see the pain in your eyes. I'm immediately upset at myself for even asking the question, but it helps me understand you better.

"Wow. I am SO sorry! That's terrible. I can fully understand why you wanted to come back here to 'start over.'"

I squeeze your hand softly. I just pause a second. My mind taking in the new information about you.

"I get why you're single now. And I TOTALLY understand why you are sheepish about dating so far." I smile at you.

"Thank you for trusting me with that truth. I'm sorry my question caused you any pain." I decide to get up and walk around the table to you. I lean over and hug you across your shoulders, trying to be as 'fatherlike' as possible. I feel your hand across my arms and you squeeze as if you are hugging me back.

I sit down. "Gosh, I don't know what to say, other than I probably owe you a doozy of a 'truth' story, don't I?"

 

[Becaa57]

When I finish and you hug me, so nice to feel that.
"I'm sorry, totally didn't meant to share so much and so negative, truth or dare games are supposed to be fun, not depressing!!!"

Pausing a minute

"In a way though, that was therapeutic for me, You are the first person I told the whole story too, I just told my mom we'd broken up. This was kind of a cleansing. I'm over it and them. Wish them L... Well actually I don't but I think karma will catch them"

"Your turn Truth or Dare?"

 

[Houstonguy30]

"Oh, I owe you a Truth Bomb after that one, so ask away."

 

[Becaa57]

"Ok was your wife the only woman you've been with?"

 

[Houstonguy30]

"Yes. I never had the desire to be with anyone else. SHE, on the other hand, was with several other women with my approval. But I never wanted to be with anyone but her. Because of that we had to find ways to... enhance our sex lives as we got older."

 

[Becaa57]

I'm shocked by that answer.
"She was bi??? Did you know that before the marriage? I had no idea, she was never anything but nice to me"
Thinking a bit
"Skip that it's my turn."
"Dare"

 

[Houstonguy30]

"Yes, she was bi. In college her roommate was a lesbian and I urged her to 'try' that part of sexuality on if she was willing. I was always open to her trying something new, as long as she didn't deceive about it."

I smile. I decide to leave out that Helen always had secret little crush on you. She never admitted it, but sex was always just a bit more energetic after you visited.

I hear you say "Dare." I look around the little coffee shop. I can't decide how far I want to push this. What I really want is to ask you to slip off your panties and hand them to me. But I need to be a good boy... Kindof. "I dare you to let me buy you a new version of Helen's favorite BOB... Well, plug in B. PIB?"

 

[Becaa57]

I stare at you wondering if you're pulling my leg.
"Well I guess so, but you won't get to watch me use it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Your turn"

 

[Houstonguy30]

Damn, I should have dared you to let me watch you use it!

"I pick dare."

 

[Becaa57]

Thinking for a moment, realizing that what I want is to dare him to kiss me, but no way I'd say that. If it happens I want it to be natural

"Ok I dare you to let me come over to your house to make dinner tomorrow night"

 

[Houstonguy30]

"Hmmm... Let's see. What should we talk about now? Hmmmm... Oh yeah... Rachel, would you like to come to my house and make me dinner tomorrow night?" I smile at you, trying to make it sound as 'my decision' as possible, just to be silly.

 

[Becaa57]

I smile
"Well I don't know let me check my schedule, I'm a busy lady you know"
Pretending to look at my phone
"Hmmmm I have to move something, but yes sir I'd love to make you dinner tomorrow night"

 

[Houstonguy30]

"And what will you be making me? I'd like to know so I can pair an appropriate wine or other beverage with it." I smile.

"If you have something immediately in mind, feel free to give me the ingredients list and I'll have all the items purchased and delivered by the time you arrive tomorrow night." My cock swells, thinking about having you in my house. So many places I'd like to play with you.

 

[Becaa57]

"I'm thinking something easy and quick. How about steaks, grilled asparagus, I can bring a salad from work."

I'd said the dinner almost as a joke really to diffuse the idea of my plug in toy you're going to get me. But warming to the thought of cooking for you in your house. I've never seen it.

" I will let you decide on dessert, if you'd rather I can bring a pie from the diner you tell me"

 

[Houstonguy30]

"Steaks and grilled asparagus? So, shall I get the grill fired up for you in the back yard? Do you prefer charcoal or gas grill? Or are we grilling inside on a grill pan?"

Your comment about salad passes through my mind without sticking because I hear your comment about 'bring a pie.' Oh, GOD, how I'd like to eat your creampie after I'm done with you. Shit, now that's ALL I can think about. Fuck. I wonder if you're that kind of girl? Can I cum in you and go down on you?

"Um... No. I'll prepare desert. Something flambe out back by the pool and fireplace should be nice." I smile at you. Will I have kissed you by desert?

"Are we still playing? If so, truth or dare? Or is it too late?"

 

[Becaa57]

"A choice of propane or gas? How many grills do you have"
"For steak and the asparagus I prefer charcoal. adds some flavor I think"
"I'll bring the salad, and you can do a nice flambe desert by the pool? "

"Should I bring a suit?"

 

[Houstonguy30]

"Yes, please bring a suit. It would be a great opportunity to hop in the hot tub and have some champagne after dinner." The skimpier the better. Yes, Oh GOD I want to see you in tiny white bikini that is transparent because of the water. Mmmmm.

I realize I'm daydreaming about what you will look like in a suit. I can feel the bloodflow increase down below. You smirk at me, almost knowingly.

"What is that look for?" I smile. "Are we continuing Truth or Dare or are we calling it a night for tonight?" I take a sip of my decaf coffee, never letting my eyes off yours.

 

[Becaa57]

I watch as you start daydreaming after I ask about a suit. You've got a half smile and I can just tell your mind is going totally where it shouldn't be. I'm tempted to come tomorrow in a granny bathing suit, just to see the expression on your face. Maybe I will, then change into my real suit. Probably not as skimpy as you want, but still better then a granny one.

"The game? Well I think we are done for tonight, don't you? After all only so much we can do in a coffee shop"

"Tell you what, how about questions only?"

 

[Houstonguy30]

I nod, I do think it's better that way, in a coffee shop.

"Yes, I agree that we should keep it to questions only for tonight. I'm having a wonderful time with you, Rachel." I smile at you. "I'm assuming you're a good cook, if you offered to cook for me tomorrow night. Where did you learn to cook?"