My post divorce early activities

I was 34 and just divorced , living in a council house on a small estate in SW.London, era 1998, had two school age children and zero help from their father, no chance of a social life, wouldn’t say I was skinny and unattractive but sure was slim waif like and had no money for nice things, only one way in and one way out of the small one road estate, with two key-hole type closes that housed 6-8 premises plus the 12 on the roadway, the first house in which you always had to pass was a one bedroom affair that had been empty a while, a single hunky guy then took the tenancy over, found out he was actually 43 but had a very muscular physique and good looking to boot, I always went bright red if I caught him checking me out as he always sat (on good days) in his front garden sunning himself, as the weeks rolled on I’d nod or shyly say a “hi” or “good mornin’” one day he surprised me as I came back from dropping the children to school and offered me a tea or coffee, I remember stuttering and stumbling to give an answer as he stood bare chested and in tight shorts awaiting a positive answer, I remember to this day my gaze had strayed to his tight shorts and I was gulping and thinking to myself “Christ on a motorcycle that looks big” anyway after checking myself I said “tea please, black 3 sugars” then “oh and can I look around your house?” God knows why I blurted that out but he said “sure knock yourself out” I was gutted he just let me wander about and not come with me, thought oh well he’s not that interested, had my cup of tea, talked a little then I just went home, later in the week he came to my door and asked if I wanted to go to a private party upstairs in a pub in nearby Tooting, it was to be fancy dress only and the theme was Vicars & Tarts, I said I’d try to get a sitter for the children and let him know, as he went I was all a flutter and my naughty bits for the first time in years were tingling all by themselves .

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