Blog #3 Charlotte

I've met a man, It's early days yet, but I do like him I was visiting a garden centre in South Hampshire, I've been there before because it has a nice atmosphere with lots of quality plants and they have a large spacious coffee shop. I was browsing around in an area where they had Dianthus plants in pots. I love these because they have such a strong scent. I became aware of a man standing nearby also looking at Dianthus. He was reading the plant labels attached to the pots. He turned to me and asked politely did I know anything about how to feed these plants. I told him I knew a little bit about them which turned out to be 100% more than he knew. We chatted about the beautiful colours and what heavenly scent they gave. I decided to buy some and he did the same. I moved on to look at other plants and he came with me, we went from place to place together chatting as we went. I saw him looking at me at times when i was looking at plants , he was quite a handsome man, not Mr Universe but very acceptable. He asked if I would like to have coffee with him in the shop, I agreed but didn't want to appear over keen. We sat by an open window with a cool breeze coming in. He noticed my wedding ring and asked if my husband was interested in plants, I said he was but only after I'd planted them. Our conversation got around to our personal lives. I explained about my husband not being able to satisfy me anymore. Even now I can't believe I told him that, as it was such a personal thing. He was so easy to talk to and so friendly. He was wearing a wedding ring, so I thought It would be polite of me to ask about his wife. His face changed from a smile to one of sadness. He said his wife had died just over a year ago and he loved her and missed her terribly. I could see his eyes welling up, I quickly took my handkerchief from my bag and gently wiped a tear that had run down his cheek. I felt that I had touched on a nerve that was too painful for him to talk about. His hands were trembling so I held out my hand to comfort him apologising profusely. He was gracious in his reply saying don't worry its just something I have to get used to, and he was apologising to me in case he caused me any embarrassment. I didn't enquire further about his wife but I didn't let go of his hands either. I suddenly felt a closeness and an attraction and wanted to comfort him more. He composed himself and he went to buy more coffee. As he was at the counter I saw him looking my way. He sat down again and introduced himself as Peter, I said I'm Charlotte. He said what a lovely name and I was the first Charlotte he'd ever known. I held out my hand again to hold his, he took it and held tightly as though he didn't want to let go. We held hands all the time, sipping our coffee with the other. It was awkward for me as I was holding my cup in my right hand and I am left handed, but I didn't say anything to him, It felt so nice. I was drawn to Peter's friendly personality like a magnet. I though I should be honest and up front about my sexual relationship with my husband. I didn't go into why he couldn't satisfy me, only that he could get an erection now and not for quite a while now. I said he does his best in other ways, but it's not the same. We talked for over an hour about a multitude of subjects, as one does. When we decided to leave we held hands all the way out, I felt strange as though I was falling for him. We got to my car, still holding hands. I thought to myself should I kiss him now or let him go for ever and may never see him again. I decided to kiss him on the cheek. He was flattered that I liked him that much to do that. He suddenly threw his arms around me and cuddled me tightly, thanking me for making his day so special. I felt myself bonding to him when he asked if we could meet again here at the garden centre. I said yes please I want to see you again. We've arranged for a day next week. He opened my car and held my hand while I got in and I think he may have seen up my skirt as I got in, but I wouldn't have minded if he had. He blew me a kiss as I drove off and I looked in my mirror to see him as I got further away. I was in a dream, my mind wondering if he was the man I'd been wanting. I became aware that my knickers were wet and I was oozing pussy juice. I felt myself up my skirt and they were soaked. When I got home I went straight to bed and vibrated myself to a huge wet orgasm. I was so horny and I needed some real cock and didn't have one. The rest of the day I thought about Peter and what he would looked like naked and what his cock was like. Little did he know but I had designs on him for later, but I had to take it easy and slowly. He has emotional scars to heal and I didn't want to be overbearing. Bye my friends, more next time x