The face I was staring at didn't match the body. The body I was following belonged to a girl, twenty, maybe twenty-five years old. The face I was staring at belonged to a woman that was between forty and fifty years old. I stared into her deep blue eyes. It had always been one of my fantasies to enjoy an older mature woman.

I was lost in my fantasy world when a voice suddenly brought me back.

"I was thinking," she said carefully. "Who knows if we'll ever bump into each other again? I feel badly about hitting you and then I couldn't even buy you a cup of coffee. I was wondering, as I sat in my car, if you wouldn't mind coming to my house so I could at least make you that cup of coffee. I live just a few blocks away, and I'm sure that I make a better cup of coffee than Dunkin Donuts. Please, would you do this for me? Please."

Her last words came out of her as if she was begging for her life. I thought that if I said no, that I would be a complete idiot.

****

It all started when my girlfriend had moved out. We had a pretty good relationship, but our sex life sucked. She had her 'restrictions' on when sex was appropriate for her.

So after she moved out, there were no home cooked meals waiting for me when I got home from work. One day I was shopping at a local grocery store and it was there where I saw her for the first time...