Feasting on Her Mangos
A chat in the produce aisle turns sultry, sexy and loving.
Cara stretched her arm across the bed as the morning light tickled her eyes. Why sleep naked if there’s no one to share the mattress?
The vibrator on her nightstand was as silent as the man she had divorced five months earlier. At least it didn’t laugh at her sexual fantasies.
She got up and pulled on bikini briefs, stretch pants that highlighted her curves, and covered her full breasts in a jog bra.
Get the blood flowing, keep the engine revved.
A gnawing feeling ate at her that someone else was out there.
With shoes tightly laced, she stepped out the front door where neighbors walked their dogs. A jogger passed by, and as she leaned over to touch her toes there were more footsteps.
Cara stood, wondering who got the accidental view of her ass.
A man ran by, looked over his shoulder, and gave the friendly, understanding smile of one runner to another. And then he was gone.
His legs were muscular and his butt looked deliciously tight. But more importantly, his gaze lifted Cara’s spirits for a split second. She took off with a touch of loneliness, but hopeful that good people who smiled still existed.
