A Simple Touch

He's my music tutor, a pianist and a mate. I'm 37 and he's nearly 50, there's something between us. He's never been with a woman like me. I'm short and fat and deeply sensual he's more into model types he can dominate. He's rich with expensive taste but I have a freedom and spirt he wants. Sometimes there's a lingering look, his eyes meet mine and they say more than lips ever could. The tension is delish and sometimes we just sit in it. Squirming and waiting for the other to make the move. Daring each other to touch first. We're so different it's difficult to know how we've become so attracted.

We really shouldn't be doing this, but it's only a matter of time till we do.