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Olivia - Part Three
(Kelly Addams)

Tyler sat alone in the staff room, and as he sipped tepid coffee he allowed his mind to wander. He hadn't really thought too far in advance, at the age of twenty he was more interested in babes and booze than future security. Fresh out of school he'd been filled with fire and determination, but when things didn't come quite as easily as he'd expected he had faced the fact that life wasn't a win - win scenario. It was tough, and disappointing, and a constant struggle to keep your head above water, at least financially.

One of the older butchers had taken him aside when he'd felt despondent. "Life isn't all chocolates and roses," he'd begun, "But stick with the company, son. Be fair with them and they will be fair with you. Keep your head down, do the job and don't rock the boat... and when you get to my age you'll be all set for a very comfortable retirement."

Tyler had kept his mouth tightly closed, it was common knowledge that his advisor was married to a complete harridan, and his retirement plan revolved around a two-week time-share on the coast. An apartment shared with dozens of other couples, most of whom had never seen a toilet brush before, its use, a complete mystery to them!

That wasn't the life that he wanted for himself... but at the tender age of twenty he had plenty of time to lay down a plan.

But if I have to go to this stupid meeting I might miss a chance to see... Her!

Tyler had a secret love.

Love he chuckled, better to call her an obsession, or addiction, or fixation! Fuck, just one look at her and I'm hard as rock, and as horny as...? He hunted for a suitable animal. As horny as a randy old goat in a herd of teasing, wet snatch, nannies.

But she hasn't been coming for a while. It was something that was depressing him. He loved to see her, and most days she would pass by his butcher's shop. He knew exactly how she liked things, sliced ham should have no fat, he would always trim it away before she arrived. The fillet steak that she ordered had to be matured, others shrugged and simply sliced what was on display, Tyler would disappear into the cold store and emerge a moment later with a flavoursome fillet that had been hung until the meat was dark. He knew what she liked.

That woman had an acid tongue, and she was despised by his co-workers, but even her brusque and often harsh attitude turned him on, he liked strong women. Sometimes he even considered making mistakes just to feel her wrath. But it's better if I stay, in her mind, as the only one who ever gets her order right. Let her bark at the others for screwing up. 

Then let her bark at me in the bedroom... Fuck, I wish that could happen one day!

Tyler was correct, his fantasy woman hadn't been seen for almost two months. For his co-workers it was a reason to celebrate, but for besotted Tyler, her absence was a heartache.

His mind returned to what was going to happen the following morning. He hadn't seen his friend Russell for months. It will be good to catch up he told himself, and if I'm here all morning what am I going to achieve? I won't be seeing... her.

Tyler had built a fantasy world around the sharp-tongued blonde cougar. He had dreamed about lying with her so many times that he was actually getting close to believing that it had actually happened. He felt jealousy flare when she paid attention to the other guys working behind the counter, those were the times when he'd been too slow and lost an opportunity to interact with her. He estimated that she was in her mid-forties, but what the hell, twice his age meant nothing if the woman was smoking hot. And in his opinion she was smoking, with hips and ass to rival any black chick she drew attention wherever she went, but it wasn't her ass that drew his attention... it was her beautifully proportioned rack. She had tits to match the ass, so many times he'd seen women with outstanding tits and decidedly disappointing rears, and just as often vice versa, great rump and a flat chest. But his dream babe had both, a perfect ass combined with perfect tits. And her face... Fuck, I would give my right nut to be able to stick my cock in her mouth or just cum on her pretty face he had groaned one morning when she arrived at the mall wearing clothes that were definitely too young, and absolutely too revealing for a woman of her age. He considered her make-up, a couple of the girls had been discussing her during their break. One had suggested that she applied it with a trowel, the other had disagreed and said that she had a monkey who helped her prepare before she stepped out of the house. Tyler had felt his anger rising, yes, his blonde goddess did tend to over apply, but he found that arousing. Hookers did the same thing, not that he was comparing her, just that hookers were hyper sensual in his opinion, and that made her even more appealing to him.

She's perfect he stated silently as he closed his ears and his mind to the conversation taking place.

But she's still gone he groaned inside as he pushed himself to return to the present. Perhaps she moved away, perhaps she found a butcher that she liked better than here? He shook his head and finished his coffee. Time for me to move on, she's gone and probably won't be coming back.