in search of satisfaction ~ 1

She was in her late 20’s, had attractive dark eyes and black hair that fell onto small shoulders. Her olive complexion made her appear exotic and alluring. She was small, maybe 5 feet 2 inches in her bare feet. She was wearing a pair of low cut jeans that showed off her slender hips and a top that showed her significant cleavage to just beyond what might be called moderation. She loved her breasts and wanted anyone who saw them to be attracted to them.

It had been 5 months now since Jimmy had sat her down to say he was finsihing their relationship. They had nearly moved in together that summer but suddenly Jimmy had turned aloof and eventually, in a terrible row with him, she found out that he was spooked by commitment and needed to back off.

There was an awful lot of tears that night and the next week as friends called to support her through her disappointment and hurt. It took about 3 weeks to venture out again with the girls on a night out. But she was shy of men in any shape and although the girls worked hard to give her a good time, she went often home and cried herself to sleep.

Jimmy had been such a good lover. He knew how to keep her satisfied and was always (well almost always) considerate and sensitive when it came to love making. It was not a conservative approach they took though. She gave up counting times when they had found quiet corners or alleys to work out their desire for each other. The bathroom at one particular bar was their favourite place – the cubicles were extra large and secure. The walls for each cubicle met the floor as did the door so no one on the outside could count the number of legs inside!

Only twice since then had she found a man to go with. One was a grope and a kiss in his car after doing a movie together. She hadn’t really liked the movie, he turned out to be a bit of a loner and she was tired when she came out of the cinema. They had made painful small talk as he drove her home. The thought of doing anything more than a kiss (well it was the thing to do wasn’t it?) sounded disgutting to her – at least with this specimen of a man.

The other time was very different and although she and he didn’t cum together (or at all) they had explored each other that New Years like they should have – he was more her type but only wanted the encounter.

She unlocked the door to her apartment, put her car keys in her pocket, checked her rucksac for the essentials, pulled her sunglasses down off her head and opened the door. A blast of warm humid air hit her and even with the glasses the glare of the mid-morning sun temporarily blinded her. Blinking she turned to lock up and then skipped down the stairs to the car lot.

A car pulled in off the street and parked into the next space to where her car was. She noticed car was not one she had seen before and thought it was probably a visitor. Opening her car, she threw the rucksac into the back but before she could duck behind the wheel the driver shouted something at her.

She stepped back out the car, her short denim skirt rising an inch or two as she turned. The driver, a man probably in his early 30’s was leaning over through the open passenger window. She put her glasses on her head and leaned in to look through the window. Her top as usual left little to the imagination. She smiled and asked the guy what he wanted.

He explained he had just moved into the apartment block one down and was checking it was okay to park here. She explained he could park where he liked there were nor rules. She went to straighten but he called her back, “Say, you live here?”

“Yeah, been here two years,” she replied. “Why you ask?”

“Guess you must be the first neighbour I have met.” he said getting out his side. He left the door open but looked over the roof of the car,” You seem friendly. I am Jack”.

“Nice to meet you Jack.” She replied smiling, “Hope you get sttled in quickly. My name is Lizzie.”

He nodded and smiled, “Don’t let me keep you, Lizzie. Have a great day. And er thanks.” He grinned.

“You’re welcome. Hope you get on okay. If you get stuck, i am in this block here.”

“ok – thanks. Maybe I will need to be shown round sometime?”

“Maybe” she grinned back, pulling her glasses over her eyes again and getting into her car. She made sure she did it slowly by leaning through the open door to check something before wriggling her hips, and then squeezing herself into her seat.

She gunned up the car and drove skowly out of her space.

“hey Jack,” she shouted, “if you need a store, there is one two blocks that way – they do great muffins!”

“Thanks”.

She paused to check her mobile phone as a pretext to watch Jack close up his car and walk across the lot. He was tall, maybe just over 6 feet and looked to be in good shape. His hair was long but well kept and in a pony tail. His t-shirt was tight across the shoulders and chest showing he was well-toned but not overly so and a small rose shaped tatoo peeked out from a sleeve. His jeans were slung low over his narrow waist, his mid-riff bare as he carried a small box. She could see a coating of black curly hair that emerged above the buckle of his belt. It was not something that normally attracted her to men, but this certainly did this time.

She watched him saunter down the pavement to his apartment block and turn to look at him. He waved and she hit the horn in acknowledgement. Waving as she drove past him, she hoped their paths might cross again soon.