Quite amusing it was.
Approaching she said I was looking somewhat lonely? I did reply letting her know that I’m content in these situations.
‘Have you got any mates?’ She asked.
‘I have some really good friends thanks, not many but pleased with the few’ I replied.
‘You are by yourself though? With no mates on you’
‘On me? erm’
This lady started to confuse me. She took off her shoulder bag and started to part its fastening clips.
‘No, I asked if you had any mates, on you’ she carried on
By now the bag was open, she showed me two packets of three condoms of the Mates type.
‘Ah ha’ I nervously replied.
‘I wondered if you would like to share some of my friends’ she eagerly asked in a gentle voice.
‘It’s been almost nine years and you look half my age, I cant, sorry’ I was sweating some drops down my cheeks by now.
‘What are you called’
‘Many things but Stuart is the main one’
‘Stuart, I am divorced and do have a teenage son’ she declared.
‘Oh, then you are older than I’m thinking’
‘How old are you thinking’
’28 going on 42′ I cringed.
I thought I heard some deep breathing?
‘Stuart, come on, lets share those mates eh…’
‘If I must…’
Excitedly I woke dribbling into my beard with deep breathing and a rare erection. My pillow was hugging me. Depressingly I tried to go back to sleep.
She never gave me her name or age.
