Secret Room 2

The next morning, Mike went over to Misty’s and rang the doorbell. Her mother answered it, wearing only her bathrobe. Mike smiled at her and surreptitiously checked her out. He could see a good bit of cleavage and tried not to stare. She had long legs for her height, just like Misty did. She was a good-looking woman in her early thirties, and she’d kept her girlish figure with regular workouts at home.
“Hello, is Misty here?” he asked. “I’m Mike Ménage, and she babysat for me last night.”
“Oh, sure, Mr. Ménage. She here, but she’s still asleep in bed. Would you like to come in? I just put on a fresh pot of coffee.” she offered. This was the first time she’d met him, and she thought he was really handsome. She didn’t meet many handsome men these days, not single ones, anyway.
“Sure, I’d love to.” he said, stepping into the hall with her. “I forgot to pay Misty for last night, so I brought the money over this morning.”
“Well, come on into the kitchen, and we’ll get you fixed up with a cup of joe.” she told him. He followed her into the house, looking at her long legs exposed beneath the robe and thinking about what she would be like in bed.
Once they were in the kitchen, she sat him down at the table and reached up into the cupboard to get him a mug. As she did, the bathrobe rode up a little, and he could see the bottom swell of her ass, devoid of underwear. She filled the mug and handed it to him, then indicated the sugar on the table.
“Would you like milk or cream? she asked. He took a sip and shook his head. Her robe opened a little, and he caught a glimpse of the side of her breast. He wondered if she was doing it on purpose.
“Just like this is fine.” he told her, so she got her cup from the sideboard and joined him at the table.
“So, how is your family?” she asked him, to make small talk.
“Misty didn’t tell you?” he asked, surprised. “Cindy left me about a month ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” said Ms. Walker. “Why did she do that?”
“She was cheating on me.” he said, sadly. “I guess she ran off to be with him.”
“Oh, that’s terrible!” she said. “You must feel awful!”
“Well, it’s sort of a relief, actually.” he admitted. “She used to throw it in my face every chance she got until she left. I just loved her too much, I guess, and I kept forgiving her. Maybe if I’d gotten mad at her, she would have stayed.” He blew across the top of his mug and took a sip. “This is great coffee, Ms. Walker.”
“You poor man! She didn’t deserve you, from the sound of it.” she said. “My husband died before Misty was even born, and I still miss him terribly, but I can’t even imagine what you’re going through.”
“Well, it gets pretty lonely, but I have little Pete to take care of, and that helps some.” he told her. “I tried going out last night, but I just don’t fit in with the singles crowd, you know? I felt like a total fool.”
“I know what you mean.” she said. “I tried going out a couple times right after Misty was born, but it didn’t feel right to me, either. I’ve been a little lonely myself.” She took a sip of her coffee, too. “The childcare helps a little, but there’s no substitute for adult companionship, is there?”
“No, there really isn’t.” he said, then winked at her. “Especially in the bedroom. Masturbating isn‘t quite the same, you know?”
“Don’t even try to tell me about it.” she told him, holding up her hand. “I haven’t shared a bed with anyone for so long, I wonder if it still works, even.” They laughed together.
He finished his coffee, then stood up.
“Well, I should go.” he said. “This conversation is getting me all worked up.” he told her. “It was very nice to meet you, Ms. Walker. “I’ll be back later to give Misty her babysitting money, okay?”
“Don’t go.” she whispered, looking at him with moist eyes. “I’m sorry if I was too forward. I really like talking with you. Please don’t leave.”
“Oh, well, Ms. Walker-” he said. He took a step closer to her.
“Call me Missy. It’s short for Melissa.” she told him. He sat back down.
“Well, as I was saying, I don’t want to lead you on, or anything. I’m very attracted to you, but I don’t want you to think that I’d try anything disrespectful.” he told her. “Please don’t get the wrong idea about me.”
“I’m attracted to you, too.” she admitted softly. “I’m a little worked up myself.” Her robe opened a little more, and she made no move to close it.
“You are? I never would have guessed.” he said frankly. “Just how attracted to me are you? Would it be too forward of me to say that I’d like to kiss you?”
“No, I’d really like that.” she said, getting up from the table. He stood up as well, and they walked toward each other. He put his arms around her and they kissed, long and slow. She opened her mouth and let him slip her a little tongue. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest through his shirt.
“Oh, that was nice.” she sighed, a moment later. She reached her hand down between them and rubbed his crotch. “Oh, it’s already hard!” she exclaimed.
“That’s because I’m so attracted to you.” he told her. “Maybe I should go, before we do something we might regret.”
“Take me up to my room.” she said in a husky voice.