We started karate about a year earlier. More precisely, my daughter started karate about a year earlier, and while she excelled in learning all the basics it was still a relatively new activity for us. During those hour-long classes for which I invariably was my daughter’s chauffeur, I had noticed one of the mothers who came to watch her son. Our kids were in the same class, and seemed to get along well. In fact, Sara and Jake often sought each other out for the paired exercises and the sparring. In the two or three nights per week we were watching the kids in class, I eventually struck up a conversation with Jake’s mother.
I had noticed her much earlier, as a very slender and tall woman, a little younger than me, with raven black hair and cold blue eyes, but with an amazing ass that absolutely rocked the blue jeans that she wore every night. It turns out her name was Elena, and she was from Romania. She had studied engineering, and despite being a civil engineer with several certifications, she was now working as a full-time stay-at-home mom. She and her husband had a home about ten minutes away from the karate studio. Elena’s husband, Brent, was a sales manager for a national building products company, and his schedule had made it difficult for her to keep her position at a consulting firm downtown. Her English was impeccable, with just a slight trace of an accent. She explained that her parents had started her on English as a child, believing that her future lay beyond Romania.
I noticed on several evenings she came in with a coffee shop coffee that she sipped on throughout the lesson. As we stood and talked, I found her to be both intellectual and funny. On a lark, I stopped at the coffee shop on our way to the studio one evening, and picked up two large coffees. The real trick with coffee, in my opinion, is you never know how someone takes their coffee. So to be prepared, I had picked up several packs of cream and a good assortment of sugar and artificial sweeteners.
I felt like a nervous teenager when Sara and I got to the karate studio. I was much too embarrassed to bring the coffee inside initially, because I wasn’t sure how she would react, and I frankly wasn’t sure how I would react either. I was worried that she would already have one, or not feel particularly like coffee tonight, or perhaps misinterpret my friendly gesture and be offended. A thousand thoughts flitted through my mind as we parked and went inside. Upon seeing that Elena neither had coffee nor was engaged in conversation with anyone else, I approached her and opened the conversation with typical pleasantries. When I mentioned to her that I’d brought coffee but was a little too embarrassed to bring them inside for fear that she might already have one, she laughed and gave me a little shove on the shoulder. It was playful and cute and it made me smile.
“You didn’t need to do that, and you certainly don’t need to be embarrassed,” she said.
“Well, I can run out and grab them if you are in the mood for one.”
“I’ll come with you,” she said. “This lesson looks like a repeat anyway and they are going to be at it for at least another forty-five minutes.”
We walked to my SUV and she went around to the passenger side and climbed in. I asked if she took cream or sugar.
“Both, please.”
I mixed up her coffee and then added cream and sugar to mine before replacing the lids. Steam still came out of the vent holes, making them uncomfortable to drink immediately.
“It was very sweet of you to notice my coffee addiction,” she said. “It’s probably a result of my childhood and all those years at the university staying up too late and getting too little sleep.”
I was looking at her as she spoke, taking in every detail of her pretty face, the way her lips formed words and the way she blinked her eyes. The way her hair bobbed gently back and forth as she talked was intoxicating, and I suddenly found myself trying to breathe deeper just to take in her scent. I have never been particularly savvy about body language and the signals that people may give, a fact my high school and college friends would quickly acknowledge, but I suddenly had a thought that I could kiss Elena.
Awkwardly, I leaned in and hoped I was not going to be slapped. She met me halfway and our lips met, gently at first and then I felt her tongue against my lips. I opened my mouth and the result was one of the most passionate kisses I have ever experienced in my life. Our tongues swirled and probed each other’s mouths with an intensity and an urgency I wouldn’t have believed possible.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” she said as we parted slightly. Her eyes held mine in their steely gaze.
“Me too,” I whispered somewhat breathlessly. “That was amazing.”
Her lips were back on mine and our tongues danced and played while our lips moved gently against each other. After a few minutes, she pulled back a little.
Pointing at the wide center console in my SUV, she said, “Perhaps this would be more comfortable in the back seat.”
I nodded my head weakly and immediately climbed into the backseat. She followed me and I caught a glimpse of that amazing blue-jean-clad ass as she navigated over the console to join me. We resumed the passionate kisses, but now as we sat close to each other on the bench seat I felt her hand seeking out the hardness in my pants. For my part of the exploration, I was pleased to find easy access under her shirt and doubly pleased to find that she wore no bra to support her small but perfectly shaped tits. Each one was an exact fit for my hand with hard nipples about the size of the tip of my pinky.
She moaned in my mouth as my fingers found her hard nipples and I began caressing them and rolling them gently in my fingers. Her hand found its intended target, and it seemed as if she were sizing up my hard member through my pants by the way she moved her hand up and down the full length.
