Congruence of Want Ch. 01

In a lot of ways, even though Debra was on the doorstep of her forties, she was still just a timid schoolgirl at heart. The 20 year marriage to Bobby had been the only serious relationship she had ever had and besides him, she had only slept with two other men her whole life, the boy she lost her virginity to in a moment of stoned weakness when she was 16 and a man she met at the bar soon after her divorce was finalized in another foolhardy moment of inebriated weakness. Even though she swore she'd never throw herself at a man after that unfortunate chasm of self control, here she was calling a man she'd known less than two days at a quarter till 11 at night.

Flattered by Debra's combination of shyness and moxie, Grant finally took the hint and asked her out to dinner the following night.

Debra eagerly accepted.

Tossing the covers over his head after hanging up the phone with Debra after nearly an hour of friendly banter, Grant fell asleep with a mile wide grin etched across his face, just as Debra had done in her own bed, several miles away.

* * * * *

Grant picked Debra up at her salon a few minutes before seven that Friday night. Each tuckered from a long week at work and anxious to actually get their first chance to talk face to face without a million distractions, Grant drove to Debra's favorite barbeque place in town.

Two hours later, once the restaurant staff began cleaning up around them, Debra and Grant, bloated from a wonderful meal, took the hint and began wrapping up dessert.

Even though they had originally planned to do just dinner together, the conversation and chemistry had gone so well, neither acted as if they wanted the date to end.

"I've got a new DVD player at home... picked it up at Walmart when I was getting some things for the new place... I haven't even tried hooking it up yet... I was wondering maybe... we could pick up a movie maybe... I've got some microwave popcorn at the house," Grant rambled.

"... Oh... I don't know," Debra began before a very authoritative voice inside her head chimed in.

"You're too old to be playing these silly... hard to get... games... SO STOP IT... this guy has been a perfect gentleman and you haven't stopped smiling since you met him," it told her.

"Why not," Debra quickly amended her momentary pause. "My son is staying with some of his friends tonight... so sure... don't think I'll be any help getting the DVD thing hooked up though... but I'll try to make good company. "

* * * * *

Spartan as it was, Debra felt strangely at home as she followed Grant into his house.

"You've known this guy less than a week... and you're walking into his place... and nobody even knows you're over here," Debra's skittish and judgmental inner voice scolded even though the deepest, most primal reaches of her soul had never felt safer.

"Let me get the light," Grant's voice trailed off before the room was filled with the soft yellow glow from the lamp on the bookshelf.

"MMMMM," Grant sighed proudly when he saw how attractive and attentive Debra looked standing in the center of the room.

"The place could certainly use a woman's touch, " Grant freely admitted. "I don't think I've unpacked half my boxes from the move yet. "

"I know what you mean... one of the few good things that came out of the divorce was I got to keep the house... I don't know what I'd done if I had to think about moving everything in it not to mention the salon... I remember when I was a kid after my Dad died... we had to move four or five times... I always swore when I got married and got a house... I wouldn't even think about moving until all the kids were grown," Debra recounted.

"Same with me," Grant agreed, "but two divorces and three houses later... "

"Best laid plans huh," Debra smiled, not even noticing how she was following Grant around his house like a half grown female pup.

"You mentioned your Father... you said he died when you were 14... I'm sorry... lost mine when I was about the same age," Grant asked with soothing care, noting the still distinct twinge of loss in Debra's voice.

"Yes... having it happen anytime is tough... but that's an especially rough age," she answered bravely before desperately looking for a way to change the subject.

"So... Oh... is this you're Daughter?" Debra gathered herself and asked, seeing the picture of smiling strawberry blonde on the mantle.

"Yeah... that's my Angel... up in Nashville... going to Vanderbilt... she's my oldest from my first marriage... I've got two sons from the second... love them both but their Mom has them pretty much brainwashed right now... Melody there... she's been with me through thick and thin," Grant beamed.

"Talk to her much?" Debra politely asked, even though a strange mixture of jealousy, guilt and envy began to swirl just beneath the surface of her conscious thought.

"About once a week or so... she's busy doing her own thing but I think she'll flip when I tell her about you and going out on a real date... she's been dying for me to get a social life after the nightmare of me and her Stepmom," Grant laughed.

"The DVD player is in a box in the other room... let me run and find it... make yourself at home," Grant continued as headed to the spare bedroom.

"OK," Debra smiled, taking a stroll around Grant's humble surroundings while he was gone, trying to imagine what role she might be able to play there.

"Here it is... lets see if we can get this hooked up," Grant muttered a few moments later, walking over to the TV with the unopened package, unaware of the dreamy haze in the eyes of his date.

"... OK... " Debra distantly sighed, the carpet seeming to turn to air beneath her feet.

* * * * *

Neither spring chickens, combined with the fact that each had just completed a full week at work and on top of it stayed up way too late with each other on the phone the night before, it wasn't surprising that after a full course meal at the restaurant that both Grant and Debra were dozing soundly on the sofa, less than 30 minutes after putting the movie in.

A bowl of lukewarm popcorn resting on Grant's lap as Debra snuggled to his left, he snored gently against her nuzzling warmth.

Debra was equally dead to the world. From the moment she had settled on the sofa beside Grant, she felt a constant giddy rush ripple through her flesh. Inching closer to him as the movie started, in an effort to make it easier for each to reach the popcorn, she felt her insides tingle when Grant finally reached his left arm over her shoulder and cautiously embraced her.

Grinding ever closer once Grant took that step, Debra lost any conception of what was happening on tv when she began to feel Grant's weight against her body. Before she knew it she had fallen asleep under his wing. And the shallow breathing of Debra's body against his as well as the feminine aroma of her perfume caused Grant's eyelids to gradually give out soon after.

Sometime an hour or so later, Grant was awakened by the sound of a crash scene in the movie on tv.

"This must be a dream," he drowsily thought.

His left arm now asleep and buzzing around Debra's cuddling frame, Grant raised it slightly and began shaking the cobwebs out, trying his best not to wake the sleeping beauty beside him.

"Damn... a couple of minutes to midnight," Grant noticed the time, hating himself for tuckering out at such an early hour.

Squeezing his hand a tad tighter around Debra's body, Grant prepared to wake her up. Before he did however, he just sat there staring down at the peaceful way she was sleeping in his arms for several moments.

"Been a long time since I've had anything like this happen to me... I could just sit here and watch her sleep all night," Grant found himself thinking, the goosebumps on his neck spreading each time Debra's chest exhaled against his side.

"What am I gonna do now?" Grant sat there betwixed, suddenly feeling the crotch of his pants beginning to tighten as Debra's soft, curly hair spilled down over his lap.

Like a song he had heard long ago but couldn't quite place, an burning and unsettled sensation took root deep inside Grant's gut.

"You've had women fall asleep beside you on a sofa before," he told himself even though he couldn't remember the last time it happened.

"Monica never did... she wasn't the snuggling type," Grant racked his memory banks, knowing he never felt that same type of content and love from his most recent ex-wife.

Just as his eyes were beginning to re-adjust to the dim light, like a splash of ice cold water across his face, Grant came face to face with the last woman he had felt that kind of bond with when he locked eyes with Melody's picture on the mantle.

"Wow," Grant mouthed, his craw now filling with bitter and conflicted angst when he realized the last time a girl had fallen asleep so peacefully in his arms was his own Daughter, years earlier.

"This is... just way too crazy," he mumbled as the unfathomable complications of everything he was feeling buzzed like a hive of bees inside his temples.

Continuing to pet Debra on the top of her head with his left hand as he fought to ease his gaze away from Melody's picture, Grant finally closed his eyes in an effort to calm his raging confusion.

"This is stupid... that what it is... fuckin' stupid... She's a grown woman with grown kids of her own," Grant angrily scolded himself, trying to ignore the awakened quagmire of lust bubbling in his bewildered soul.

Inhaling deep breath after deep breath in his self imposed darkness, Grant couldn't help but lose himself in the smell of Debra's perfume as she clutched closely to him.

"Damn," Grant groaned once again, forced to adjust his rear on the sofa because of the unforgiving presence of his erect cock stabbing out against his right thigh.

Opening his eyes finally, with a hue of muddled intent, before Grant even knew he had made the conscious decision to do so, he leaned forward and softly drove his lips through Debra's curly brown hair and placed a tender kiss directly on the top of her head.

"Now pull back... wake her up... and let her go home," Grant's conscience demanded.

"One more kiss... just one more," his lust haggled until he had planted a half dozen kisses on the back of Debra's head and neck.

Finally, she began to stir.

"What... what time is it?" Debra's cottonmouth muttered.

"Shh... shhh," Grant gently whispered down to her. "Don't worry... just a few minutes till midnight... I think we both dozed off for a while. "

The warmth of their tangled bodies proving to be addictive for Debra, she instinctively nuzzled closer to Grant's body as she straddled the line between sleep and consciousness.

Rotating his fingers in a compact circle on the hip of Debra's jeans, Grant closed his eyes again and said a quick prayer before kissing Debra, this time directly below her right ear.

A sleepy gasp escaped Debra's lips when she realized it wasn't a dream. Her head swaying heavily as her body went numb, Debra rocked her chin high into the air, in essence offering her neck to Grant in a primal expression of want.

A brief but potent flurry of passion erupted between the two before Grant and Debra momentarily pulled away to study the other's face for any sense of what was about to happen.

Bowing her head forward a few seconds later, Debra pressed her face securely into Grant's chest, straddled her still sleepy left leg over his reclined body and mounted herself on top of him. Instantly feeling a euphoric rush of warmth and familiarity percolate through her soul when she had taken her place on top of Grant, Debra shuddered and shivered when she felt each of his hands reach down to hold her hips steady as he shifted his weight below.

Her face still tightly wedged against the sanctuary of Grant's chest cavity, Debra was overwhelmed by the complex mixture of emotional and physical sensations the handsome stranger had unleashed inside of her. The fatherly warmth of his right hand gently caressing and petting the top of her head was complimented by the unspeakably lewd things his left was doing to her behind as she grinded on top of his lap.

It wasn't until then Debra grasped the full gravity of the situation. She had thought she'd be content finding a man like Grant who she could feel close to and trusting of, but as she teetered on top of his groin and felt the inflamed log of his penis below, something long dormant in the fabric of Debra's being was awakened.

"I want to undress you," she heard Grant whisper as he guided his right hand over her shoulder, down her arm before clasping it tightly around her left breast through her sweater.

"... Please... do it," she mindlessly shuddered in return, extending her arms into the air to allow the older man the chance to work the sweater off of her.

* * * * *

Suddenly things went from going in slow motion for Grant to happening at mach speed. His fingers twisted in the bottom hem of Debra's sweater, in a stunning flash he had lifted the heavy garment over her head and off her arms before tossing it aside, leaving Debra sitting on top of his lap, her chest covered now in nothing but a dainty, half askew, light blue bra.

Licking his lips, Grant scrubbed his palms down Debra's chest until he was fondling her modest endowment with both hands, allowing each of his burning fingertips to gracefully paw at every inch of Debra's flawless, golden tanned skin.

Her lithe weight supported on his parted thighs, Grant continued to massage Debra's breasts as the two planted haphazard kisses all over each other's lips, cheeks and neck.

Pulling back slightly when he felt his painful erection on the verge of tearing through the crotch of his pants, Grant slid backwards on the sofa and looked into Debra's dark and glistening eyes.

"I want you," he mouthed up to her at the same time he blindly fumbled to unsnap his jeans.

* * * * *

Her knees splayed out to each side of Grant, buried firmly in the sofa cushions, Debra felt a billion goosebumps crinkle across the exposed skin of her shoulders and chest when she looked down and saw Glen's rigid penis flip free from his pants.

"GGRRRHHH," she groaned hungrily when the fleshy cylinder seemed to twist into the air to face her.

Once Grant pulled her towards him again, Debra became so engrossed in matching each one of her older lover's kisses, she barely realized he had unsnapped her jeans and was working them steadily down her thighs.

"GGEESSHHHH," she squealed out loud when she felt several of Grant's fingers snake under the waistband of her panties and splash into the churning warmth of her vagina, causing her to collapse forward against his chest as he clumsily worked the jeans all the way down to her feet with his free hand.

"God I feel like a virgin again, " Debra panted to herself, unable to remember a time when she felt such an odd mixture of nervous desperation and unquenched desire.

Without warning, suddenly Debra felt Grant grab her by the waist and push her backwards until he rear end landed squarely on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"UUMMPPHH," Debra landed with a soft thud, now forced to spread her thighs outward and press her heels into the small table to balance her weight.

Captivated by how demure, petite and pretty Debra's girlish figure looked sitting on the table in front of him, Grant's blood began to boil when he saw the way her shameless nipples protruded through her bra cups at the same time a wet splotch dotted the front of her baby blue panties.

His cock now standing at full attention as he sat there naked from the waist down in front of Debra, Grant reached down and wrapped his palm around his throbbing erection.

"SHIT... YESSS," Grant hissed disbelievingly as he began to selfishly piston his hand up and down on his raging girth, the whole time studying Debra's foggy expression.

Increasing the pace and intensity of his right wrist, Grant raised his left hand towards Debra's chest and carefully pinched his fingers around the lacy border of her right bra cup.

"Oh... Dear... God... YESSS," Grant muttered sheepishly when Debra's small titty flopped free from its constraints.

Rubbing his palm up and down the jiggling and warm mass, Grant kneaded Debra's right breast tenderly between his fingers as he stared excitedly into her crystallized eyes. Continuing to masturbate himself with his right hand as he worked Debra's bra strap free over her shoulder, he then quickly separated the clasps in the front until the bra hung halfway off the shivering woman's torso.

"What a beautiful body," Grant sighed with unmitigated wonder, savoring the visual progression of Debra's unfolding nudity.

"No tan lines," he couldn't help but note, exploring Debra's breasts with his free hand as he continued to paw at his blood filled prick.

His body now locked into the addictive cycle of his own selfish gratification, Grant teetered on the edge sanity, feeling the overwhelming rush of sexual adrenaline beginning to blister the inner walls of his psyche.

Tilting his head back when he felt everything around him begin to spin, Grant sped up his masturbatory thrusts until he could feel his orgasm near.

An instant later however, his entire body froze when he saw Debra lean forward on the table.

"What... are... you... doi... YESSSSS," Grant spat crudely, his hips bucking up from the sofa when he felt Debra's skinny fingers tentativly wrap around his own meaty hand.

"UMMMMMMMAAAHHHHHHH" Grant moaned from deep within his diaphragm each time his and Debra's joined hands sliced up and down on his jutting stalk.

"GODDAMMNN... GODDAMMMN," he muttered incoherently, his entire crotch now spastically working up and down to meet Debra's caressing advances.

"HOLY FUCK," Grant again grunted out several moments later, shaking his head disbelievingly side to side at the way Debra's B cup titties bounced and quivered against her chest each time she jerked up and down on his bulging prick.

"God... I wanted to fuck her so bad," Grant bitterly grimaced to himself as the initial stages of orgasm swept through his synapses.

Looking Debra in the eye one last time before he greedily erupted all over their working arms, Grant hastily nodded a quick and silent apology before thrusting upwards a final time.

"GONNA CUM... GONNA CUM... GOODDDDDDD... I'M CUMMINNNGGGGGGGGG," the older man finally cried with a seething and exhausted cough, seemingly turning to putty in Debra's presence as his long deprived cock spat relentlessly into the air.

>From a brief instant of weakness, Grant allowed is gaze to drift up to the mantle and the picture he'd been trying to ignore.

"God... I am so sorry," he mouthed out loud before dropping his sightlines back down to Debra's.

In a visceral way, the look he saw in Debra's eyes rocked him to the core more than the potent release he had just succumb to.

Staring up at the younger woman, ashamed of the way his sticky cum was clinging to her dainty wrist and forearm, it seemed to him Debra had suddenly found herself entangled in some sort of hypnotic trance, as if a long barred door had been opened to a secret place in her soul.

Leaning all the way back against the sofa, Grant extended his tired arms out and allowed an unsteady Debra to fall into them before pulling her naked body back on top of his.

To be continued...