The decision to end my second marriage and move far away to start life anew was not really difficult to make. The marriage had been dead for many years and we’d stayed together for convenience, nothing more. I’d had enough. I wanted more and I wanted freedom to do what I wanted.
Truthfully, my life as a wife had been something of a failure. Years ago, I went straight from living at home with my sister and her husband, to getting married very quickly to escape from being sexually abused by my brother-in-law. Marriage saved me from the abuse, but, apart from having children, it was a failure. It’s not surprising, really, because we’d married within nine days of meeting.
Five years after the divorce, I married again. Looking back, I’m not really sure why I married Gavin - but, with my children having left the nest some years earlier, I came to believe it was time for me to start over, to begin to live before it was too late.
I must confess, without having much work experience and being middle-aged, stepping out on my own for the first time made me a bit nervous. In fact, I found it a scary situation moving to a new city and state. But I’d decided to walk away from everything I had known and begin this new life in a new apartment and, hopefully, with new friends.
I also wanted some love in my life. And, if love wasn’t to be on the menu, at least let me have sex. I craved a man's touch, the smell of a man. My body ached for a man’s touch.
In my dead marriage, I missed togetherness. Where was the gentle kiss, a smile and the desire in his eyes? I desperately wanted to feel a body next to mine. I wanted my nipples to harden under a man’s touch, for him to set my pussy afire.
And so, with the second divorce completed, I set out for a new life...
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The movers have packed the truck and are on their way. I say goodbye to my few friends here and then get in my car to head for my new apartment in Tennessee. I can't wait to begin this new chapter in my story.
I drive as far as I can throughout the day and find a hotel for the night. With so many feelings and emotions running through me, it’s hard to sleep. But I must because I need to reach my apartment in the morning. That will leave me the rest of the day before the movers arrive.
The next morning, I arrive at the apartment block and visit the office where I complete and sign the paper work and get the key to my new life.
Parking around the side of the building, I open the door and I can't believe how excited I am. I love the sense of freedom.
The first thing I do is open the blinds. My ex always liked it dark to help with the AC or heating bill but now the sun was bright and everything in my new home was so white and clean and fresh.
I’d brought an air-mattress as I knew my bed and other furniture would not be here until the next morning. I got the few things from my car and settled in for the night. I set up the mattress in my very own bedroom. I lay down, so excited about my new life, and eventually drifted off to sleep.
Being in my own place, I could do as I pleased. And that included sleeping naked. It felt good not having to answer to anyone.
I was awoken the next morning by banging on my door.
Who in the world is banging on my door this early in the morning?
Sleepily, I got up and pulled on a short, silky robe and went to the door. I barley cracked it open and looked out at a gorgeous young stud standing there.
"Movers," he said as I peered through the gap.
"Already?" I didn’t really know the time; the movers had most of my furniture and belongings in their van and I’d left my wristwatch on the floor by the air-mattress.
"Yes."
"Let me grab some clothes."
"Okay lady, but we are on a tight schedule... "
I opened the door to let him in. He was over six foot tall with brown hair and deep brown eyes. He looked muscular and very fit in tight jeans.
I held my silk robe together but I struggled to cover my body. All I’d worn at home was grandma gowns but this item was truly little and I had bought it as part of my fresh start. I didn’t want to expose too much flesh to this young man but I did feel sexy under the gaze of his dark eyes.
After explaining where I wanted everything placed, I said I would be getting dressed. But, first, I walked into the kitchen to get some coffee. Someone came up behind me and I was startled. I jumped and, as I turned around, my robe fell open. The young removal man stood there looking at me. I was frozen, couldn't move nor speak.
"Sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to frighten you. Ma'am, I need to know on which wall you want the bed."
I quickly pulled my robe together but I knew he’d seen everything. And I'm not a bad looking woman for my fifty years. I'm five foot two inches have blue eyes and long blonde hair tumbling below my shoulders. My figure is okay but I'm sure I could benefit from some toning in a gym. That will come in time but, for now, I couldn't stop staring at this gorgeous, sexy young man.
Stop it! Behave yourself! What would he want with a middle aged woman?
I stood back, watching him move, watching his hard body flex as he lifted furniture and boxes. I forgot all about getting dressed. He was so nice looking: a fine body and a bulge in his tight jeans that I would love to get my hands and mouth on.
"The bedroom ma'am, which wall for the bed?"
I snapped back to reality and walked towards the bedroom, somewhat embarrassed for what had just happened with my robe.
The air-mattress was still on the floor, so I bent down to pick it up and my robe fell open again. As I stood to close the robe, I felt hands on my shoulders.
"Its okay ma'am, I will pick that up."
I was totally embarrassed and just walked out of the room, holding my robe closed and now tying it at the waist. The other removal men had put my living room furniture in place, so I sat down, intending to keep out of the way.
When all the furniture was in place, the other movers left. The young man stayed behind to settle the bill and make sure there was no damage done in transit. He followed me from room to room as we checked the furniture. We got to the bedroom and every time I turned around, he was close behind me. I would almost knock into him as I turned.
I walked to the bed and checked the headboard for any scratches. I turned and there he was, standing right behind me. There was not space between me and the bed. I couldn't move; he was right there.
He reached out his hand and brushed back a strand of hair off my face and asked if the bed was in the right position. I said it was fine but, as I tried to scoot past him, he stepped across in front of me. He reached down and took hold of the sash around my waist.
He fingered it, gazing into my eyes. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at me like this. He pulled the sash undone and once more the robe fell open. His hands reached for my shoulders and my mind was racing. I should stop him. But did I really want to? I was probably old enough to be his mother.
I gasped as he lowered the robe off my shoulders. It slithered to the floor and I stood before him, totally naked. I really didn't know what to do. What I did know was that I was wet between my legs, my nipples were hard and I wanted this young man. Evidently, he desired me as well.
So, I stood there like a statute, arms at my sides, hardly breathing, not saying a word, but thinking about ripping off his clothes. It had been so long since I’d had sex - way back in the distant past - and I wanted this young man to fuck me.