The Old Master and Jillian (Ch 1)

I'd been out of the lifestyle for over seven years. No longer married, retired, and frankly, ready to die. Though in my 60's I still looked good. Distance running and decent diet helped a lot. The running also helped me with my demons too. The demons are strong. Suicide was a regular visitor to my thoughts. My name is Tom Catlin and my life in my mind was in its end of days.....I wanted it to end.

Then I met a young woman named Jillian.

She was a budding novelist who happened to be married to a man with whom I'd had some business dealings. She was interested in distance running and so I ran with her a couple times, gave her some tips......but most of all I pointed out that she was young, 37 years of age, and in good shape. The only thing that mattered I her case was proper form and consistency. In other words, she didn't me.

She was beautiful. Strawberry blonde hair, statuesque, smart as a whip. She taught creative writing at the local community college.

We got to know each other through running and talking about literature. Then one day she brought up the lifestyle.

"Nathan tells me you used to be into BDSM."

"A long time ago." I really wasn't ready for this. I tried to remember if I'd told her husband, Nathan. I must have.

"I'd like to learn about it. Nathan has no interest. I told him I'd like him to be more dominant with me but.....he's so dull in bed..."

I stopped her. "This is NOT my business. Let's just run, okay?"

That was the end of it......until a dinner party a few days later.

***

Dinner party was eventful.

It's not like I was close with the people at the party. I knew them but this was the first time I'd socialized with them.

"Hey everyone, Tom has been helping me with my running and some research.....on a novel I'm writing about a runner. So I thought he should join us." Jillian beamed. She was in tight jeans and a form fitting white sweater. I couldn't deny my growing attraction.

Turns out I was I was seated next to Jillian. Her husband across the table.

As we all made small talk, I could feel her leg against mine. It was intentional. She moved it about against mine ever so slightly. I put my hand on her leg to move it.......but......instead I just kept there.

I started to squeeze and rub her leg. As the meal went on, I inched higher and higher. It was the first time in years I'd had any type of feelings that were now ripping through my mind and body. By the end of the meal, I was high up her thigh. Several times she closed her legs on my hand. If she'd not been wearing jeans, I might have been able to test her wetness. I'm certain she was wet for me. Yes, for ME.

Nobody was the wiser to us. Like people tend to do, they were in their own world, as were Jillian and I.

Later as we had drinks and made the mindless small talk that dinner parties are famous for, she texted me two words:

‘So Exciting.'

I replied ‘Erotic'.

No other messages, no strange looks, that was that.

I knew I was going to take her. Give her the research she truly desired. I was going to be her secret Master. Twenty-four years her senior, perhaps she had daddy-issues, perhaps she really just wanted some excitement. Whatever it is.....we would find out.

For the first time in a long time I felt ALIVE.

MTC51

(More to come later.....if anyone is interested)