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.