It was 7:30 on a Monday evening in May. I had just finished my last class of the semester at the community college. At 42, I was going back to school to learn a new career being unemployed during this economic downturn. I had to stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a couple of things for my supper that evening. I don’t know why I decided to stop at this particular Wal-Mart instead of the one in my hometown twenty miles away, but I did. I felt a sense of dread pulling into the parking lot: I used to work at this store six years ago, and there were a lot of bad memories weighing very heavy on my mind. Six years ago, I had completely made a mess of my life, and the Wal-Mart was the epicenter of what I had done. Six years ago, I entered into a sexual and emotional relationship with Renee, a co-worker that ended badly because she couldn’t tell me the truth, and used me to break up her marriage. To make matters worse, I was in management, and she was one of the people under my direct supervision, a serious violation of the company policy. Basically, I was offered the option of quitting and the company wouldn’t say anything about my violation of the rules, or be terminated and every prospective employer told of my transgressions. I took the first option. I spent the next six years trying to pick up the pieces and move on, but being lied to completely by someone I cared about, finding out about that from her jealous husband with a baseball bat one evening in the parking lot threatening to rearrange my face or anywhere else he would decide to smack me, did a lot of emotional damage to me. In the last six years, I had tried to get back on the horse that threw me a few times, but I couldn’t trust anyone. Every relationship would fall apart, one woman telling me that I was on an emotional island no one could get to, which was the truth. I was hell-bent on hurting someone like I was hurt, getting my revenge for what had happened to me if not on the one that hurt me, then on somebody, and I didn’t give a damn who it was. Even my best friend and roommate was a victim of my anger. Amazingly, Mary understood and forgave me for what I had done to her. I found a parking place for my Blazer and shut the engine off. I pulled a Camel Light out and my Zippo, and with shaking hands lit up. I sat in the seat and smoked, trying to force the dread and anger down. Finally, the cigarette was burned to the filter and I stubbed it out, rolled my window up and got out of the truck. All you have to do is get what you need, pay for it and get out. It’s only ten, maybe fifteen minutes at the most. You can do this, I thought. The entrance doors slid open and I walked in. As I walked in, the first person I saw was Carrie, and I smiled. Back a lifetime ago, when I first started there I was a cashier, and Carrie was my trainer. Over a short period of time, Carrie became one of my best friends. She was about an inch taller than I was at five feet eleven inches, and from what I remember from what she told me one night at work seven years ago, weighed one hundred seventy five pounds, and she didn’t look like she weighed any more or less. But here’s the thing: she didn’t look like she had an ounce of fat on her; she was a workout freak, working out on her home gym four nights a week after work. She was a year younger than I was. The first thing most men would remember if they saw her would be her chest, with what I would guess was at least DD size breasts, or her spectacular heart-shaped rear end. Yes, her titties and ass were spectacular, but what most men neglected to see was the area above them. With long, dark curly hair, brown eyes, and a pair of full very kissable lips, and what I thought was the most beautiful face I had ever seen, Carrie had an aura of sex appeal shining around her very brightly. I joked with her once that she could give a saint a hard-on. She could be an outrageous flirt, especially with me. In my defense, I could give it back just as well. She had been married when I first met her, to her high school sweetheart. I had met him once, and took an instant dislike to him; he seemed a little too slick, always having a good excuse for the terrible things he had done to her, like his numerous affairs he had that Carrie found out about and more than likely more than that. I guess the final straw for me was the one night I caught him making advances on another cashier. Meanwhile, Carrie had always been faithful to him. Carrie and I both knew and understood that our flirting was never going any further than that. And until the ill-fated relationship with Renee, I had never had made a move on a married woman. She was working at a register. Tonight, she was wearing a pair of tight black Levi’s 505 jeans and a dark blue knit sweater over a black turtleneck. I quietly walked up behind her and whispered escort izmit in her ear, “Take me to bed or lose me forever,” one of our cheesy lines we used to flirt with each other. She finished with her customer, and then turned to me and said with a smile, “You couldn’t handle me, stud,” then hugged me tightly. “How are you, Douglas James?” she asked me when she let me go. Carrie was the only person who called me by my given name; everyone else called me DJ. I smelled her perfume; it was the same scent that drove me nuts one night, threatening her that I was going to drag her to the back room and have my way with her. Her response was, “You couldn’t handle me, big boy,” and stuck her tongue out at me. After six years, it still had the same effect. “I’m better now that I’ve seen your beautiful face, Carrie. How are you doing, babe?” I asked her. “Well, as you see I’m still here. And, single. I’ve been divorced for a year now,” she replied showing me her left hand which looked bare compared to the way I remembered it with an engagement ring and wedding band. “My shift is over in thirty minutes, are you busy?” “I’m open, especially for my best girl. I’ll wait for you. I just need to get something to eat for supper,” I replied. “No you don’t, Doug. You’re coming with me. Don’t even think about waltzing in here after being gone for six years and only seeing me for thirty seconds and then disappear again,” she said sternly, but with a smile. How could I refuse that offer? “Okay,“ I said softly. “I’ll be right outside.” Carrie squeezed my hand and said, “Don’t disappoint me, Doug, and not be there in thirty minutes.” “I won’t, Care-Bear,” I said and kissed her cheek. ———– Thirty minutes and another cigarette later Carrie walked out of the store. “Where are you parked?” she asked me. I pointed in the general direction of where my truck was at. Carrie took my hand and said, “Come on, I’ll drive you over there, okay?” I smiled and we walked hand in hand to her car. Before she unlocked her car, she turned to me and said, “I’ve wanted to do this for nine years,” as she moved in and kissed me tenderly. I could feel the electricity pass between us. I kissed her back. My tongue slipped inside her mouth and tickled her tongue. She moaned into my mouth. When she pulled away, we were both out of breath. “Was it worth waiting nine years for, honey?” I joked. She kissed me again and said, “What do you think, baby?” “I’m thinking I could do this all night, Carrie,” I said. She smiled sexily and said, “I know we could do more than that all night, darlin’.” ———– I followed her to where she lived. She unlocked the front door and we went inside. I asked her, “So, what happened between you and um……..what was his name again?” Carrie laughed and said, “Does it matter what his name is? I should have listened to you and my mother; Mom didn’t like him at all, and you were half right, he wasn’t just slick, he was slime. The last straw for me was when I caught a STD from his cheating ass. I threw him out and took him for as much as I could get. Thank goodness we didn’t have children, I wanted him out of my life completely.” “Oh hell, Carrie, I’m sorry,” I replied. “Don’t be sorry, Doug. That was then. And this,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, “is now. Come into the kitchen and help me with supper. And molest me a little, stud.” “I’ll molest you a lot, babe,” I chuckled. “Good, because it’s been a while for me, and I seriously need to be wanted again,” Carrie said softly. I followed her into the kitchen. I hugged Carrie from behind and kissed her where her neck and shoulder come together. She threw her head back and moaned softly as I trailed kisses up her neck to her earlobe. My right hand was caressing her DD cup tits, while my left hand was unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. My hard dick was rubbing against the crack of her ass. When her jeans were loose, Carrie took my hand and thrust it inside to feel her soaked panties. “Imagine working an entire eight hour shift like that, baby. I was like that at work just wanting you. I’d have to finger myself at lunch so I wouldn’t go insane for wanting to feel your hard dick inside my pussy, your tongue licking my clit, your hands on my titties, and wanting to swallow your hot cum. I was like that five nights a week for three years, just hoping and praying for tonight. I want you; I need you to fuck me senseless, Doug. Please, baby, I’m begging you!!” she cried. I turned Carrie around to look her into her brown eyes. I saw the fear of rejection in her eyes. I couldn’t reject her if I wanted to, and I didn’t want to. I kissed her tenderly and said, “Carrie, I need to tell you something. I haven’t been with anybody for six years; after what happened between Renee and I, I couldn’t izmit escort open up to anybody, no matter how hard I tried. I couldn’t trust anybody. Hell, I couldn’t even trust myself. I hurt a lot of people, especially myself. “But, as you said, that was then and this is now. And this isn’t going to be a one night stand for me, Carrie. I care too much for you to do that to us. If you’re willing, let’s let this go wherever it goes. If it means we’re together for the rest of our lives, that’s okay, if you want me.” With a tear in her eye, Carrie said softly, “Yeah, I want that. I missed you so much, baby.” I wiped the tear off her cheek and said, “Shh, Carrie. I missed you so much as well, honey. I was a mess back then. I made a mess of my life. I’m sorry I left the way I did. I thought it was better that way, but it wasn’t. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m here and I’m not leaving you again.” Carrie whispered, “Doug, I’m going to hold you to that,” and broke down crying. As I held her, the floodgates in my soul crashed down and I was crying too. I felt the pain of the past wash away and it was replaced with a feeling of peace I had not felt in a very long time. ———– We finished making supper and Carrie went to her bedroom to change clothes before we ate. She came back wearing the same jeans, but wearing a white button down man’s dress shirt. Damn, but she looked good. Hell, she could make a burlap sack look good. After we ate, we cleaned up the kitchen, laughing and joking all the while. When we finished, Carrie looked me in the eyes. She took my hand and said smiling, “Take me to bed or loose me forever, Doug.” I said with a chuckle, “Lead on, babe!” She led me into the bedroom. We stopped at the foot of the bed. My heart was beating fast and loud in my chest. I whispered, “I don’t want to disappoint you, baby.” She kissed me and said, “You won’t disappoint me, Doug.” I unbuttoned her shirt and caressed her breasts in her bra. Her hands went to the front of my shirt and started to unbutton it. Then she ran her hands lightly over my chest. “You feel so good, Doug,” Carrie whispered. Meanwhile I unbuttoned her shirt and caressed her tits which made her groan with need. My left hand went around her back and unsnapped her black bra while I continued to softly squeeze her left tit with my right hand. I could feel her nipple stand up under the lace cup. I pushed her shirt off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. I slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and kissed where the straps had been. Then I stepped back and the bra fell to the floor. Amazingly, her breasts did not sag at all. They were capped by brown aureoles that were half-dollar size with quarter inch nipples that were standing very proud. Carrie’s stomach was very tight. “Carrie, you are beautiful,” I said in awe. She smiled and grabbed my hand to pull me closer to her. Her hands slid a cross my shoulders and my shirt fell to the floor. Then they moved lightly down my back to my ass. She cupped her hands under my ass and said, smiling, “Have I told you that you have a very nice ass?” That was one of her favorite flirt lines with me, but this was the first time she had ever touched it. “Yeah, you have but flattery will get you everywhere with me, babe,” I chuckled and cupped my hands under her ass and said, “Have I told you that your ass is superb?” With a smile she said, “No, you used to say, ‘Wow’, whenever you were behind me, you perv.” “Well, then I apologize for being a perv,” I chuckled. “You can perv on me all you want, baby. But the first time your eyes wander I’ll dig them out with a rusty spoon, lover. Got it?” she said very seriously. I looked in her eyes and said, “I promise I won’t look at another woman, Carrie.” She smiled and said, “Good, just so we understand each other. And I promise to never look at another man. You are the only man for me.” She reached between us to my belt and unbuckled it then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Then she reached into my boxers and grabbed my dick. “Careful with that, babe; it’s on a hair trigger right now,” I said. With a sexy smirk on her lips, she said, “Well, then I better defuse this monster then, huh?” She dropped to her knees and pushed my jeans and boxers down. My seven inch dick popped out like a jack in the box. I heard her gasp then say softly, “Holy shit, I’m the luckiest woman in the world.” Then she kissed the head and licked the shaft. I gasped out, “Oh Carrie, I’m cumming!” She engulfed my cock in her mouth as I came hard in her mouth. She swallowed my semen and cleaned me off. Carrie then said, “You weren’t kidding about a hair-trigger, were you, lover?” I hung my head in embarrassment and said quietly, “I’m sorry, Carrie.” Carrie stood up, kissed me and said, “Doug, izmit kendi evi olan escort it’s okay, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. It was wonderful. And I’m touched that you waited so long.” She kissed me again and said jokingly, “I knew I was a talented cocksucker, but I didn’t know I was that good!” I laughed and held her close. I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest. I moved my hands to either side of her face and kissed her tenderly. My right hand moved down and cupped her breast. My thumb rubbed her nipple softly. Carrie moaned in my mouth and broke the kiss. She arched her back; giving me more room to manually worship her twin mounds of womanhood. I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and first fingers softly. Carrie gasped and said, “I knew you were good with your hands; I had no idea just how good you really are with them.” I looked into her eyes. There was a very wild, burning look in them, a look that I had never seen before. Those twin fires looked like they could consume me completely, and in my mind I welcomed being burned by them, and they kind of scared me with their intensity, but in a good way like a thrill ride at an amusement park. I thought, This is going to be one hell of a ride, and I want to ride this ride forever. I let go of Carrie’s right breast with my left hand and moved it down to the button of her Levi’s. I unbuttoned and unzipped them. I moved both hands to her hips and slid her jeans off them. What I thought earlier was panties were in fact a jade green thong trimmed in black. On the front of her left hip was a small rose tattoo. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, babe?” I said quietly. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Carrie giggled. She stepped out of her jeans and turned around. On the right cheek of her ass was another tattoo, this one of another heart, but at the top of it, there was a gold halo, and at the bottom of it there was a black forked tail! I chuckled and said, “So tell me, how much of an angel are you?” Carrie looked over her right shoulder at me and said huskily, “How much of an angel do you want me to be?” I laughed and said, “Just enough to love me, babe. Otherwise, let the wild child run.” She shook her ass and said, “Hell, yeah!!” Then Carrie bent over and untied her sneakers. I saw her pink asshole peeking at me from behind the string of her thong. When she straightened up, she turned and put her hand flat on my chest and pushed me back so I was sitting on the bed. Carrie dropped to her knees again and lifted my left foot up and pulled my boot off, then did the same with the right foot. She moved closer to me, grabbed the waist of my jeans and boxers and pulled them off. While Carrie did that, she licked me from my stomach to my neck. My eyes rolled back in my head and I shivered. “Oh god.” I gasped. Then I felt her lips on mine. Her kiss was butterfly soft. Then she whispered, “Doug, look in my eyes.”I opened my eyes. I saw a very sweet softness in them. I would do anything for her, no matter what it is, just to see that look, I thought.Carrie said softly, “I can’t remember the last time I was this happy, Doug.” There was a tear at the corner of her eyes. I kissed the tears away. “I can’t either, Carrie. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, just to make you happy,” I said just as softly. I felt a rush of emotion blow through me like a soft summer breeze. My eyes filled with tears and I cried, overwhelmed by the depth of my emotions. She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me softly. Finally I was drained. I raised my head off Carrie’s shoulder. Carrie smiled and said, “Look at us, crying like babies. But they’re tears of happiness, not sorrow or pain. We’re one hell of a pair, aren’t we?” “Yeah, we are. A perfect pair,” I said. “But, we’re here crying instead of what we came in here to do, which is having wild sex. What are we waiting for?” Carrie stood up and said, “For me to finish losing my clothes, it looks like.” She stood up, hooked her thumbs in her thong, and peeled it off. I stared at her in awe. Her brown pubes were trimmed in a heart shape. Carrie’s clit and inner lips was peeking out of her outer lips. “Oh my god, absolute perfection, like the rest of you,” I said. Carrie smiled sexily and said, “I’ll take it you like?” “Just come here and I’ll show you how much, darling.” I lay down in the middle of the bed. She crawled on the bed towards me like a cougar stalking its next meal. I grabbed her hips and pulled them to my head. Carrie straddled my head with her legs, and then squatted down, bringing her pussy to my mouth. I smelled her arousal; it smelled better than her perfume ever could. I kissed her outer lips, which made her jump and gasp. Then I wriggled my tongue between them and French kissed her opening. I sucked on her lips and licked around her clit, carefully avoiding it. Carrie wiggled around trying to aim her clit to hit my tongue. We played this cat and mouse game until Carrie growled, “God damn it Doug, quit fuckin’ teasing me already!” I chuckled and gave my lover what she wanted and more.