Time Share at the Bookstore

After losing my wife in an auto accident, I fell into the trap of letting friends try to help me cope with the loss. As it turns out, you can only go to so many socials and potluck dinners before it begins to show up on the scales. Five months in I realized I was playing the mourning husband really well, and that my clothes were fitting because of it. I decided it was time to do something about it, and began hitting my bike and the gym regularly. It took longer to come off than go on, but I managed to get back to where I needed to be, and my attitude was getting better. As part of the routine I stopped in the local coffee shop/bookstore after a morning ride. Once I had bought my coffee, I headed to the humor section to get the latest in the Uncle John's line for a few pages of laughs while I drank my joe. Rounding the corner I came to a screeching halt, as I nearly stepped on a girl sitting on the floor. It was the kind of halt where you have to go up on your tiptoes to hope to stop, and she was just as startled, because she put her hand our to stop me from running into her face. The thing is, her hand managed to land exactly on Tom and the twins, and if you know anything about bike shorts, there is not a lot left to the imagination. As I stood there for what seemed an eternity, but was probably less than three seconds, I saw enough to compound the situation immensely. She was absolutely gorgeous 27 year old, had what I later came to find were 38DDs, and a good five inches of well-pressed cleavage, in a beautiful flowing dress, and Candies to finish it off. Add her bosom, the fact it had been a year since my wife died with no dating, and the fact that her hand was exactly on my crotch, and I had immediate stirrings I had not felt since I was a twenty something over twenty years ago. Being as delicate as I could, I said, "Um, I think it's okay, you can move your hand now", and she jerked away and turned beet red. As she tried to stammer an apology, I said, "Look, I'm the one that almost stepped on you. Let me at least buy you a coffee" to which she replied "Make it a glass of wine and you're on". A quick walk to a bar three doors down, and we settled in to find out about each other. It turns out that her name is Amy, a tourist staying at a local time-share, and only had three more days in town. Her red hair flowed below her shoulders, and set her frame off like a blazing flame. Imagine Dolly Parton before she lost all of her weight a few years back, and you have a feel for Amy's build, though she is a good 5'7". I told her about my life in general, and you could see the sad in her eyes for me, but a lot of playfulness, too. After a while, I said, "Well, here's to no hard feelings". She came back with "Semi-hard, I would say", and then I did the honest-to-goodness one, two, three beat thing before I got it. I felt the red flash onto my face, ears, heck, all over. After I gathered myself Amy reached over, kissed my cheek, and said, "Let's see if we can drop the 'semi' from that". It didn't take two times for me to pay the check and head us back to her condo. It was just a couple of miles away, and I haven't been that hurried to get somewhere in I don't know when. As soon as we got in the door the kisses started. We stumbled to the couch and ended up with her on top of me. She peeled my shirt off as I felt the most magnificent breasts I ever had in my life. She kept adjusting her dress until she had her bare pussy (no panties) rubbing up against my inner crotch. I could feel her soaking through against my bike shorts, and I was as hard as rock. We continued grinding, moaning, and whimpering as the inevitable built. Amy arched back, I reached from behind to in front as her breasts finally popped free as she went over the edge, taking me with her. I was soaked, and hadn't even gotten completely undressed! What seemed like hours later, but actually only a few minutes, she collapsed on top the couch next to me. I stood, scooped her and carried her to the bedroom for what was the continuation of two great days. I'm glad to know that she has a time-share here. I'll look forward to a return visit next year, if all goes well.