About the dilfs I wrote about...
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There's this man, who we'll call Alan here.
(It's a pun that would be very funny if you knew him.)
Anyway I have a lot of stories about him, he's one of my favorite trophies.
But it's best to start by telling you about when we met. Now I'm sitting on a low wall just steps from his house. (I'm not a stalker, just a coincidence.)
You need to know a few things about him... even if we live in the same place (which is really small, the classic village you hear on true crime shows where "everyone knows each other, nothing ever happens").
I had never known him, at least until I was 18 (but that's a story I'll tell later).
He's not the awesome man everyone notices when he enters the room, in fact, he wouldn't like it. He just likes to be mysterious, although with me it's really an open book, it's fun and he knows how to do it with women (he told me about some of his stories).
He was married, had two children, but then she cheated on him. (And I wonder how it's possible to cheat on a man like that.)
Hair and goatee salt and pepper very short and messy.
He usually wears black with baggy pants and tighter T-shirts, which really enhances his ex-boxer body. He has very large shoulders with fairly defined muscles despite being out of practice, big arms that with his tight black shirts really look like they're about to explode. The other day I was playing with his forearm and I noticed that it's literally twice as big as mine. sometimes he jokes by putting his hands to comparison with mine, they are not particularly long but they are sturdy and ruined by years of practice with the guitar.
The rest of his physique is also very robust, he's not very tall or particularly defined but really a concrete block. This makes him have a really bold posture, I tease him about it every now and then.
He has a band he plays with around, he's the singer, you can only imagine his low, raspy voice doing wonders with the microphone.
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Years ago with some friends I went to a party, they played there and believe me, it was an absurd night.
Then my friends, as usual, started flirting with some idiots, that says a lot about me, I could have stayed for a long time talking to my friends and other guys our age who were shamelessly flirting, why didn't I? They bored me so much, they were almost ridiculous and with every provocative question I asked, they just had stupid and obvious answers.
So, don't ask me how, I found myself sitting alone on a wall behind the band, wearing a short black dress covered entirely by a vintage green denim jacket. Alan and I exchanged various glances during the performance, it often happens that while he sings he maintains constant eye contact, but at the time it was strange, we didn't know each other, even while I was dancing with a friend of mine I saw him pointing at me while talking to the drummer.
When they finished playing one of them approached me, we've known each other for years so we start talking and joking as always, he's also a cute older man.
Alan was picking up some cables on the ground, he looks up and sees me sitting on the wall while I talk to our mutual friend, he comes over, puts his hand on his friend's shoulder and says
"aren't you introducing me?" then look at me again.
"He is rude, let me introduce myself," I give him my hand and tell him my name.
Our friend looks at us in amazement "don't you know her?" he asks him.
Alan looks me in the eye, smiles, and his eyes get tiny and joyful, so much so that he can notice little wrinkles at the corners, like every time something softens him he tilts his head and says, "We've never officially met, but I think I understand who she is... she's beautiful."
He talked about me as if I wasn't there, it made me laugh, I think he was implying that he didn't know me but had already seen me a few times.
We talked for a long time, so much so that our friend felt cut off and left.
We thought about why we hadn't met before then he said he had lived far away for 10 years, until he became single again (important information guys).
I said, "Well, I'm 18, so the last time we saw each other, I was probably a little girl, which is why neither of us remembers."
He was shocked, he thought I was much older so he laughed nervously.
I won't deny that several times during the conversation his gaze fell on my legs, at one point he didn't even seem to try to conceal it. It was understandable though, the skirt I had was really short letting most of my pale legs see and the wall I sat on was particularly high while he was in front of me, lower and standing.
He admitted that he looked at me often, asked his drummer who I was, and repeatedly told me how cute he thought I was. Compliments never go away, so I just smiled, pretending to be embarrassed, and thanked him.
It was getting late so I said "I better go" and jumped off the wall, but in the process my stockings tore and I let out a little "oops" before I started laughing.
He lowered and shook his head and started laughing.
"Shit, they're going to arrest me tonight, it's true, you better go."
We said goodbye while simultaneously saying "it was a pleasure" and laughing some more and then I left.
The rest is history... in fact, several stories that I will tell you in the future.
