A Scorching Walk in Autumn

Maylene has a teasing way of describing her date with another guy in a way that heats my core on a chilly afternoon

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My fantasies have a way of getting the best of me and I wondered how to bring up the subject as Maylene and I strolled through the field, stepping over worn shocks of corn, glancing at the barren branches beneath the gray sky, silent.

“What was it like?” I wanted to know the details.

She had told me last night after she got home that she had a nice time and fell asleep rather quickly.

“Good.”

I had given her permission to meet Alino for a drink, feeling a wonderful mixture of arousal and confusion and I hadn’t set any limits to what might happen after. How much had his dark complexion and nearly six-foot frame captured her imagination?

“Just good?” I wanted to put my arm around her waist but felt an invisible barrier.

“Sure.” Her voice was teasing.

After our days at work, this was our first time to catch up.

“What did you do?”

She stopped walking and eyed me. “Why do you want to know?”

“’Cause.’” My mind was going blank.

“That’s hardly a reason.” Her voice had a twinkle in it.

Thinking of Maylene slowly making love with another guy was seared into my thoughts and Alino was as much a find as any. I didn’t know him well, which was fine, and he wasn’t dating anyone and would be relocating to another state for work.