"So, what do I do? I show up in a party dress a girl your age would wear to a club, in shoes I could barely walk in and come onto like a goddamn drunken whore, slurring, stumbling, and turning something that could have been fun and playful into a damn prostitute show."
"You know about those shows?" Smooth Romeo, he wanted to smack himself.
"Those shows and arcane tech batteries have been my sex life for the last six months. Last night was the first time I came from fingers that weren't my own in close to a year."
"Tom was a goddamn idiot." Zafron added, shaking his head at how a beautiful woman like Aphrodite could suffer for so long.
"Still is, but now he can be someone else's idiot. Thing is Zafron, more than once in the last few months I thought about you." When she saw the look on his face, she added.
"Yes, in that way. The way I imagine you've thought about me for a long time."
"Since I first saw you." He told her. His hear beat faster and there was now a noticeable swelling in his boxers.
"When you told me about Tom, after I got over the initial hurt and anger I thought about life after him."
"Money will be fine, Josh will adjust, but what about me? What I wanted," she looked directly into his eyes. "What I needed, was some attention, some good old fashioned down and dirty fucking. I needed to feel wanted, and desired, to be with a man that would make me feel sexy and appreciated in bed.
"The way you should be treated," he said carefully, trying not to say anything stupid because what he'd felt was going to be a disappointing conversation seemed to be taking a far more interesting and exciting turn.
"Now I know, I could get laid if I wanted to. That dress would get me attention in a bar or club. I may not be the hottest woman there, but I have enough to work with so to speak.
"But it would have been a one night stand with a stranger, a meaningless fuck with a guy looking to get lucky and maybe not even that attracted to me, just thinking hey, that old lady isn't half bad, and she reeks of desperation, I'll throw her a fuck."
"On one hand I wouldn't have to worry about any drama after that, but how good would they be to me? I'd be seen as a cheap slut they could use and walk away from. Then I thought of you.
"Me," he repeated softly, trying not to smile like the cat that ate the canary.
"You've appreciated me for years, you're attracted to me the way I am, and after wanting me all this time I imagined if you were given a chance you'd take damn good care of me."
"I can do that." Zafron couldn't help nodding so eagerly he probably looked like a damn bobblehead.
"But then I'd push that off, it was like how you thought of me, sure, sexy in fantasy, but the reality is I'm over twice your age, Josh's mom.
"The potential drama kept the thought at arms length. That and still technically not separated yet. Then when it was final yesterday I went out with some friends and got plastered.
"I came home, cracked open a bottle of wine and kept drinking. I was so horny, and now that I was a free woman I thought it was time to be enjoy that freedom. I found that dress buried in the back of my closet, bought it a few years ago, but never had the guts to wear it," she grunted. "Little tighter than it was back then, but I wasn't feeling very modest last night."
"I kept thinking that I knew you wanted me, I owed you for giving me a reason to move on from a marriage that had been dead for years, and I wanted payback. Maybe what I gave you last night was a turn on, and you would have gotten more if officer buttinski didn't show up."
"I'm glad he did though, because I would have felt even worse if I let you have me like that. The trashed and trashy woman last night isn't me and isn't the woman you're attracted to.
"I feel like I kind of ruined it, turned into something I'm not and just came on too strong and all wrong. That's why I wanted to apologize. It should have been different, a lot more fun, and with the real me, not middle aged me thinking I'm Aphrodite the sorority girl from twenty-five years ago."
"We got that apology over with," Zafron reminded her. "But it makes me feel worse I didn't stop you."
"What's done is done and we can't change that," Aphrodite tilted her head and gave him a surprisingly shy smile. "But maybe you could do a girl a favor and give me a do over?"
"I think that would be the right thing to do," he put his hand on her bare thigh.
"Your fingers are trembling," she said softly. "I love it, shows how excited you are for me."
"Trust me, I'm very excited," he shifted position, trying to relieve pressure on his now fully erect cock.
"Me too," Aphrodite slipped her hand from his and placed it on his cheek. "Zafron, would you like to kiss me?"
He answered by leaning towards her, his heart now racing at the way she tilted her head further, parted her full luscious lips and closed her eyes. Christ she was gorgeous. His lips brushed softly against hers, and Aphrodite moaned in her throat, and returned the kiss, but more firmly.
Her arms slid around his shoulders, drawing him into her embrace as her lips pressed into him. Zafron put his arms around her waist, and in his excitement, crushed her to him.
Aphrodite moaned her approval and flicked her tongue playfully across his lips. Zafron kissed her again, this time hard and with more passion. His hands ran up the back of her shirt and into her long soft hair, stroking it as Aphrodite captured his lower lip between hers and sucked on it.
Her hands went down his back, then slipped under his shirt, sliding back up, her nails caressing his back. He groaned when she drove her tongue into his mouth with an eagerness that had his cock twitching and his balls aching with desire.
His tongue danced over and around hers as their lips fought to devour the others. He felt her breasts pressing against him through their clothes and his confidence growing, he slipped his hands from behind her and down between them, fumbling for the buttons on her shirt.
"Not his," she whispered into his lips. "It's a woman's night shirt. I'd never where anything that belonged to him."
Zafron hadn't thought about it, but now that she said it, felt some relief, he wanted this to be about them, not anything to do with her ex. His trembling fingers managed to undo the bottom button, but when he struggled with the next one, Aphrodite giggled and pulled back from him.
"Here, let me," she undid the top two buttons, exposing the upper portion of her breasts, but paused at the next one. "You want to see them?"
"I've dreamed about seeing them."
"Hmm," she popped one more button. "I hope you did more than just see them in those dreams."
"I did," he rested his hands on her hips as she teased him by undoing another button but holding the shirt together.
"Yeah?" She breathed, her breasts heaving with passion beneath the shirt. "You play with them? Lick them, suck on them? Titty fuck me?" She sucked on her lower lip and added in a sultry purr. "You come on them?"
"All of that." He managed around his surprise at the way she was talking.
"Sorry, I'm not in the mood for sweet romance," she must have seen his surprise. "I talk dirty when I'm sober too, at least when there's someone fun to talk dirty to." She licked her lips. "You fun, Zafron?"
"I'm the life of the party," he grinned.
"That's what I want, honey, I want to be playful, and laugh and smile, and," she undid the next to the last button. "Fuck like I haven't in years."
She popped the last button, and eased her hands away leaving the shirt clinging to the inside of her breasts.
"Yours first," she pointed to him.
Zafron stripped his shirt off and tossed it to the side, so fast, Aphrodite smiled. "I love a man who can follow instructions. She teasingly tugged on the shirt. "My turn?"
"Yes, please," Zafron couldn't help smiling in anticipation.
"Like the please too, but trust me, love, you're not going to have to beg for anything." She slipped the shirt down her shoulders.