Another one
Oh my, hooked another one.
Look, I really don't try to do this. Sometimes it feels like I'm the only decent guy in this city and there is a huge void around every woman.
Then I come along and offer some caring, some listening, and some reality and whoosh, I have another woman attached to me.
The latest is a woman who has been working for me for 5 year. I've always been very careful around her at work, listening, paying attention, sharing thoughts, ideas, and fun. But never more than that, wouldn't go to lunch, wouldn't go out for drinks, wouldn't even have a speck of physical contact. I like her, I respect her, and I like to be around her, but never ever ay impropriety. Hell, she works for me, a hint of anything and I'm fired with a harassment suit.
She quit last week. Her husband (who also works at the same company) and her accumulated enough wealth that she can now stop working and live in her multi-million dollar custom house. With her two kids. And her $400,000 country club membership.
She's all weepy on her last day, how much she'll miss me. "Yes yes" I say and think "I know, but we'll stay in touch".
Stay in touch.
Today we arranged to meet in the park I spend my lunchtime in. I walk across the grass to meet her, now we're not boss and employee, we're friends.
She grabs me in a hug. Not a friends hug. A lovers hug. And for the next hour, all I can share with her, she holds me like we're ardent lovers. Not a kiss, but that's only because she won't turn her face to me for fear of "kissing you like I can't stop".
Yes, I caress her back, her neck, her hair, and lean my head into her to gather her scent into my nose, I am a natural man, I do that because it's real. But I don't try to kiss her lips, I keep my hands where they hold, not molest.
And she moans, and sighs.
I know, come on, sometimes it's obvious, that if I choose to pull her chin to me and kiss her lips we would be making love within the hour. It's not machismo, really, this poor young (38) woman is starving for a man to care, to listen, to just hold in a sensual way.
We did nothing more than that, I walked her back to her car and she clung to me. And finally pulled away, she literally stood stock still with her hands in fists at her side straining not to overwhelm me with her love.
And drove off. Her parting words "text me when you're thinking of me, I love that".
And we'll meet again next week.
And here we go again. Yes, I love this woman too, another. And it is simple. I care. I listen, I put a tender hand on her hair, not as an act, but because I do love the closeness with her, the feel of her body and spirit. And I don't have any restrictions, i will take her in my arms any time, and would caress her and love her, and make love to her, without any concern about my other relationships. Because mine are simple, no marriage, no children, just love.
But her. Married. two kids. Desperate for caring.
I will give her all she wants. I will always be happy, and free, but I fear she will find tears.
But I cannot be other that what I am, and that "am", for some reason, is something she needs and love.
Love.
Look, I really don't try to do this. Sometimes it feels like I'm the only decent guy in this city and there is a huge void around every woman.
Then I come along and offer some caring, some listening, and some reality and whoosh, I have another woman attached to me.
The latest is a woman who has been working for me for 5 year. I've always been very careful around her at work, listening, paying attention, sharing thoughts, ideas, and fun. But never more than that, wouldn't go to lunch, wouldn't go out for drinks, wouldn't even have a speck of physical contact. I like her, I respect her, and I like to be around her, but never ever ay impropriety. Hell, she works for me, a hint of anything and I'm fired with a harassment suit.
She quit last week. Her husband (who also works at the same company) and her accumulated enough wealth that she can now stop working and live in her multi-million dollar custom house. With her two kids. And her $400,000 country club membership.
She's all weepy on her last day, how much she'll miss me. "Yes yes" I say and think "I know, but we'll stay in touch".
Stay in touch.
Today we arranged to meet in the park I spend my lunchtime in. I walk across the grass to meet her, now we're not boss and employee, we're friends.
She grabs me in a hug. Not a friends hug. A lovers hug. And for the next hour, all I can share with her, she holds me like we're ardent lovers. Not a kiss, but that's only because she won't turn her face to me for fear of "kissing you like I can't stop".
Yes, I caress her back, her neck, her hair, and lean my head into her to gather her scent into my nose, I am a natural man, I do that because it's real. But I don't try to kiss her lips, I keep my hands where they hold, not molest.
And she moans, and sighs.
I know, come on, sometimes it's obvious, that if I choose to pull her chin to me and kiss her lips we would be making love within the hour. It's not machismo, really, this poor young (38) woman is starving for a man to care, to listen, to just hold in a sensual way.
We did nothing more than that, I walked her back to her car and she clung to me. And finally pulled away, she literally stood stock still with her hands in fists at her side straining not to overwhelm me with her love.
And drove off. Her parting words "text me when you're thinking of me, I love that".
And we'll meet again next week.
And here we go again. Yes, I love this woman too, another. And it is simple. I care. I listen, I put a tender hand on her hair, not as an act, but because I do love the closeness with her, the feel of her body and spirit. And I don't have any restrictions, i will take her in my arms any time, and would caress her and love her, and make love to her, without any concern about my other relationships. Because mine are simple, no marriage, no children, just love.
But her. Married. two kids. Desperate for caring.
I will give her all she wants. I will always be happy, and free, but I fear she will find tears.
But I cannot be other that what I am, and that "am", for some reason, is something she needs and love.
Love.
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