Violets are Blue and I'm the Boss of you in progress... i really shouldn't be out on this first date with D. She was erotically gorgeous in Her short, stylish black and white checkered dress and black leather high-heeled sling-backs. The sheer black flowery french pantyhose just put me over the edge. i would have settled for simply fondling Her luscious, delicate, sexy manicured feet, but this date was beyond any of my far-fetched fantasies. And yet, here i was with D, standing in line at the movie theater: She dressed to the nines with a hint of slut and a hint of class, hugging me like a big teddy bear, and me terrified of waking up from this fantasy. D is a stunning 35 year-old sexy mother of 2. i am a 28 year-old male who has never been with a woman other than some heavy kissing on two separate high-school dates with a girl trying to make her real boyfriend jealous. my ego had survived to this point by counting those two episodes as meaningful sexual enounters. Needless to say, my sexual and social life is constant lonely masturbation with Women like D the fantasized candy. Not familiar With having a Woman as gorgeous as D hugging me in public, my desperate ego recorded this as one more 'sexual' experience. D stood with erotic confidence in kinky 3-inch stiletto heels, her short sexy dress wrapping a tight sweet bum, showing off ample juicy cleavage of her medium-sized breasts and ending in a high collar that brushed against huge, dangly earrings. The incongruity of this older woman, exuding kinky erotic sexuality, with me, exuding at best the stale odor of an overly masterbated penis, was not lost. If this moment was all that happened tonight or ever between D and myself, the fact that D had both her arms around me and i had a full erection was going to count as sex, even if we were just standing in the ticket line. After all, this was far more than i had ever experienced, and my senses and emotions were so overloaded that it felt as powerful as the real thing must feel.