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Stumbling Upon Life Chapter 2Stumbling Upon Life Chapter 2Based on real events after a mid-life divorce. Please read Chapter 1 first, available in my posts.Thank you for reading and commenting.Chapter 2: The CamperA skinny young, tipsy-looking girl rushed past us and into the lady?s room, slamming the door.?I think she might really need to piss?? Rachel giggled.?Want to get out of here?? I asked, still in a trance, leaning into her ear as we squeezed through the swarm of clinking bottles. My panties were soaked. ?I got a good spot in the parking lot.??Love to?but I can?t. Waiting for my husband to pick me up. He drives past here from work after four. I Ubered here. Do you think I have a drinking problem? Oh, my god, I?m a drunk and a slut.? She teased a half-joke, leaning her fleshy and warm freckled shoulder to mine.I was so aroused. I badly wanted to touch her again. Nothing like this had ever crossed my path before. Ever. Married for 26 years, I was institutionalized. A life consisting of blankness gone mad. Difficult to figure the magnitude of time that passed without notice; time overflowing with false purpose. Love, long gone, but the sense of security was always there, until now. I left it all behind; every bitWe found our way back to our corner, only this time no stools separated us. With a good view of the door, waiting for her husband to take her away, we went all in for one more drink.?Did you like kissing?? Rachel asked sharply, but in an almost whisper.?Yes? I hissed, ısparta escort with no eye contact, not being shy, just fixed on her massive and beautifully round breasts.Rachael snuggled as close to me as two people could while sitting on a bar stool. Her pinky played with mine, hidden from any unwanted observation.The tight paint spackled tank top filled my view and promoted her curves; a neckline that stretched with a screaming elastic hugging her spectacular freckled tits. The first woman?s breast I had ever felt, beyond my own. I sat, sipped in awe of what just happened. Ironically, I really did need to pee now.?I have to pee.? I told Rachael. As our fingers secretly danced under the bar?s shadow.?Oh, honey my husband will be here in a couple minutes. I want to, but I won?t have time right now. Unless I can get him to hang out with us here for a bit.? She explained as she texted him, in a comforting tone.I smiled ?That sounds interesting; however I REALLY do need to use the bathroom. But I?ll wait till I get out to my camper.? I said, remembering the filthy bar toilet.?You have a camper? You drove to a bar in a camper?? Rachel asked. ?Why???Its kinda all I have right now. I left my husband, my house, my job, every fucking thing, I escaped it all.? A blurted in a single breath.Rachael squeezed my hand and asked ?Are you homeless? I gotta be honest, you look like you come from money, not from a camper.??Well, I guess right now my home is escort ısparta that 22 foot white box with 6 wheels out in the parking lot.? I joked. ?I?m looking for my life. It?s been missing for a long time.? I told her, as we connected our eyes.Our fingers now interlocked under the dimly lit corner of the bar, with just enough light to notice the stark difference in our skin tone. Her milky and fleshy and freckly digits clutching my slightly older and thinner and tanner fingers, as if they?d known each other forever.Her text went off. ?That?s my husband pulling in.? Rachael looked up from her phone and pointed with her free hand.Our hands kept their clutch as she prepared to introduce me to him. How might that work? The thoughts flashed in my mind. Will she say: Hi sweetheart, this is Lindsay. I just fingered her in the bathroom. This was all too strange, too weird.?Hi Baby?, Rachael greeted her husband, Tim.?Tim, this is Lindsay. Isn?t that a sexy fucking name?? She oddly asked her husband.?Sure is. Pleased to meet you, Lindsay.? Tim nodded with a proud smile.With the introduction done, Rachael leaned even closer to me and pressed her full palm into my crotch. Tim looking over like an armed guard, I spread my legs and swallowed some rum. Her touch set my pussy on fire. Deep, circling, pushing, I could smell my juices. Tim gazed at the special treatment I was receiving, standing next to Rachael, rubbing the back of her neck. What a show. What ısparta escort bayan world was I suddenly in? She controlled both of us at that very moment.Her right hand figured its way back under my tight jeans and found its nesting spot for the second time in a half hour, only this time protected by only the shadows and the position of the badly lit bar. I gently caressed her thick elbow, giving her full license to continue this public fingering. I opened my eyes to look as normal as possible and saw Rachel?s left hand equally full as her right hand, holding a raging hard cock.An absurd and vile scene. A public display, hidden in a corner, backs against the wall, a penis and a vagina were being properly engaged by chubby and beautiful self-proclaimed slut. She deeply fucked me, as three fingers made a profound difference in my day. I grabbed her arm and forcefully pushed it into me, helping her penetrate further. My soaked pussy polluted the air I breathed with a foulness I?ve never experienced. With a shake of my hips I wobbled on the stool and exploded in silence. My juice drenched Rachael?s hand and wrist as her flooded fingers soothed my orgasm. Above our heads, the 4:30 news bleared on the cable, and across from us the popcorn machine was bursting its own buttery load, which muted Tim?s single droning moan as the tip of his beautiful, shiny cock stuck out of his khakis, throbbing at the head and pumping out a day?s worth of cum all over Rachael?s filthy top, in less than a minute.Shuffling about our stools and staring each other down, we each erupted in the most authentic laughter. I hadn?t laughed like that or felt like that in 26 years.Holding tight to Rachael?s soft arm I asked, ?Have either of you ever seen the inside of really cool camper??Chapter 3 coming soon!