There are time when I don't believe the shit that goes on around me. Being a Viet vet, I have my own double dose of paranoia, and trust issues, but I always have checks and balances in place to insure no one fucks with me. It has served me well, and I am a survivor...
There is a girl - let's call her Kat - that is in my life. I met her this year when we moved into our B&M here in town, and she has worked with me off and on on some projects. Kat is tall and slim, blond hair and blue eyes, and a pretty outgoing kinda gal.
Recently, she took me to the VA. I needed meds, and couldn't walk, so she volunteered to take me. We spent the day together, as is usual for the VA. During our long wait, she talked openly and frankly to me, and I was enjoying my day with her. She helped me a lot that day, and I enjoyed her company - something unusual for the old Coon.
She discussed things with me that are better left unsaid between a married man and a single woman. When a gal talks to you about oral and anal sex, you tend to get a bit excited, even at my age. But I enjoyed the conversation - what man wouldn't! - and found myself loose and easy going with her. It appears she has a thing about sex, and talked openly about it to me, with no prompting from me whatsoever.
On the long drive home, Kat told me about her sons' friends, and how they all wished to bed her. She used the term MILTF, and if ya been around the internet long, you know what that means. I then told Kat that I found her sexually attractive, which I do. There was no hidden agenda, and wasn't hitting on her. I do not expect her to jump into bed with me, and I am a married man after all. And I surely am not stupid - a woman 21 years my junior sure as hell doesn't have any desire to drop her panties for an old man.
You may wonder why I find her sexually attractive. Pretty simple, really. I am a man, after all. One evening, Kat sat with me and my wife on the roof of our building, enjoying the summer breeze and chatting. The talk turned to tattoos, and I was aware she has several. My wife, for some unknown reason, asked her to show us here tattoos, and she hardly hesitated. Kat wore a black polka dot dress, and before I know it, had hiked it up to her belly button, and showed me a tatttoo of the outline of a cat's face. Naive as I am, I asked her the significance. Her reply? "Wanna see my pussy"? So here the old Coon sits, this lovely woman 2 feet in front to him, her dress up to her belly button, and I am seeing long slim legs, slim hips, a flat little belly, and tiny little white cotton panties. I am, of course, not expected to notice any of these details....
But that was not the topper. She then proceeded to turn around, pull her panties down, and show us her perky little ass, asking us if we could see where they had removed several moles from her butt. Needless to say, I found this very titillating...
So I, fool that I am, told her that I found her sexually attractive. Why the hell wouldn't I? Because we spoke of topics that should be taboo between an unmarried woman and a married man, and I had a look at a really great ass, I found myself in the predicament that I wished to share with her how I felt towards her. So, I did...
Kat betrayed my confidence. Here was a gal talking to me all day about sex, who kissed me on the lips when she left for a few minutes, who when she dropped me off took me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth, and who made no bones about her feelings about sex. We were as close to becoming friends as I could want to be with another woman, and found I liked that. So why then did she betray my confidence? Because she is a woman, and women appear to not be able to stand it unless they are bashing the men in their lives. She went to a trade show with Rosie on the following Sunday, and told her what I had said about her being sexually attractive to me. Of course, I had some explaining to do when confronted with that by my dear wife. And I, being a man, had to confess to my dear wife that I found another woman sexy enough to wish to bed her. And I did not feel the need to defend myself, or did not feel ashamed of what I had said to Kat. Try that one on for size!
It is a matter of trust. I told Kat this in confidence, after she had told me so many sexual things. I am thinking that if I told my wife some of the things she had said to me before I ever opened my fat mouth to her, that she would be horrified, and rightfully so. But I did not betray her confidence, nor even thought of it. It was a private conversation between a man and a woman...
Tomorrow Kat is to take me to get my pickup. I will tell her what I think, which is that I am a bit hurt, but more saddened. I could have built a good friendship with her, but now, she returns to just the girl that works for my wife. I will blow her off, and be done with her. She does not have my trust, nor has earned it, And being the man I am, have no time for people I do not trust...
The lesson to be learned here is age old. A man cannot trust a woman with his feeling or thoughts, even if he is married to her. Personally, I do not tell my wife 99.5% of the things I am feeling, even though she is curious. I do not know of any men that do. It is one of the biggest complaints many women I know have about their partners. Is it any wonder that we men hide our thoughts and feelings? When if we do speak to a woman in confidence, and trust her with our feelings, and then find that she betrays us to another? Do women not understand the lack of communication with their mates?
Once burned, twice shy. That is my position, and how it is gonna be. I have few friends, but the ones I have I trust with my life, and know that I can express to them how I feel about things without fear of reprisal. How sad...
Fuck it, don't mean nothin'...
Drive on,
Charlie~
There is a girl - let's call her Kat - that is in my life. I met her this year when we moved into our B&M here in town, and she has worked with me off and on on some projects. Kat is tall and slim, blond hair and blue eyes, and a pretty outgoing kinda gal.
Recently, she took me to the VA. I needed meds, and couldn't walk, so she volunteered to take me. We spent the day together, as is usual for the VA. During our long wait, she talked openly and frankly to me, and I was enjoying my day with her. She helped me a lot that day, and I enjoyed her company - something unusual for the old Coon.
She discussed things with me that are better left unsaid between a married man and a single woman. When a gal talks to you about oral and anal sex, you tend to get a bit excited, even at my age. But I enjoyed the conversation - what man wouldn't! - and found myself loose and easy going with her. It appears she has a thing about sex, and talked openly about it to me, with no prompting from me whatsoever.
On the long drive home, Kat told me about her sons' friends, and how they all wished to bed her. She used the term MILTF, and if ya been around the internet long, you know what that means. I then told Kat that I found her sexually attractive, which I do. There was no hidden agenda, and wasn't hitting on her. I do not expect her to jump into bed with me, and I am a married man after all. And I surely am not stupid - a woman 21 years my junior sure as hell doesn't have any desire to drop her panties for an old man.
You may wonder why I find her sexually attractive. Pretty simple, really. I am a man, after all. One evening, Kat sat with me and my wife on the roof of our building, enjoying the summer breeze and chatting. The talk turned to tattoos, and I was aware she has several. My wife, for some unknown reason, asked her to show us here tattoos, and she hardly hesitated. Kat wore a black polka dot dress, and before I know it, had hiked it up to her belly button, and showed me a tatttoo of the outline of a cat's face. Naive as I am, I asked her the significance. Her reply? "Wanna see my pussy"? So here the old Coon sits, this lovely woman 2 feet in front to him, her dress up to her belly button, and I am seeing long slim legs, slim hips, a flat little belly, and tiny little white cotton panties. I am, of course, not expected to notice any of these details....
But that was not the topper. She then proceeded to turn around, pull her panties down, and show us her perky little ass, asking us if we could see where they had removed several moles from her butt. Needless to say, I found this very titillating...
So I, fool that I am, told her that I found her sexually attractive. Why the hell wouldn't I? Because we spoke of topics that should be taboo between an unmarried woman and a married man, and I had a look at a really great ass, I found myself in the predicament that I wished to share with her how I felt towards her. So, I did...
Kat betrayed my confidence. Here was a gal talking to me all day about sex, who kissed me on the lips when she left for a few minutes, who when she dropped me off took me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth, and who made no bones about her feelings about sex. We were as close to becoming friends as I could want to be with another woman, and found I liked that. So why then did she betray my confidence? Because she is a woman, and women appear to not be able to stand it unless they are bashing the men in their lives. She went to a trade show with Rosie on the following Sunday, and told her what I had said about her being sexually attractive to me. Of course, I had some explaining to do when confronted with that by my dear wife. And I, being a man, had to confess to my dear wife that I found another woman sexy enough to wish to bed her. And I did not feel the need to defend myself, or did not feel ashamed of what I had said to Kat. Try that one on for size!
It is a matter of trust. I told Kat this in confidence, after she had told me so many sexual things. I am thinking that if I told my wife some of the things she had said to me before I ever opened my fat mouth to her, that she would be horrified, and rightfully so. But I did not betray her confidence, nor even thought of it. It was a private conversation between a man and a woman...
Tomorrow Kat is to take me to get my pickup. I will tell her what I think, which is that I am a bit hurt, but more saddened. I could have built a good friendship with her, but now, she returns to just the girl that works for my wife. I will blow her off, and be done with her. She does not have my trust, nor has earned it, And being the man I am, have no time for people I do not trust...
The lesson to be learned here is age old. A man cannot trust a woman with his feeling or thoughts, even if he is married to her. Personally, I do not tell my wife 99.5% of the things I am feeling, even though she is curious. I do not know of any men that do. It is one of the biggest complaints many women I know have about their partners. Is it any wonder that we men hide our thoughts and feelings? When if we do speak to a woman in confidence, and trust her with our feelings, and then find that she betrays us to another? Do women not understand the lack of communication with their mates?
Once burned, twice shy. That is my position, and how it is gonna be. I have few friends, but the ones I have I trust with my life, and know that I can express to them how I feel about things without fear of reprisal. How sad...
Fuck it, don't mean nothin'...
Drive on,
Charlie~
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