1. Mourning Sex


    Date: 11/11/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Only a cad could manage to hook up with a woman at a wake. I guess I am a cad. My only apology is that I never intended to do it. The wake was for an older gentleman from work. His death came not long after he retired, and it made a lot of us at work a bit depressed. He and I were not close, but we had worked together for more than fifteen years, and I felt the need to go to the wake. His wife is much closer to my age, and they have two beautiful daughters. Under happier circumstances, I would have enjoyed flirting with any of them, but only a cad would have had those kinds of thoughts. I was raised better than that, and I was more than properly respectful of them and their grief. I had only met his wife a couple of times over the years. She barely remembered me, but was pleased that her husband's co-workers respected him and mourned his death. I had paid my respects, and was just leaving when a woman rushed out the door beside me. "Damn it," she exclaimed. I turned to look at her. She was an average looking woman, a bit younger than me, maybe only late thirties. She was dressed very casually for a wake, in jeans, a dressy shirt, and a jacket. We were at a wake, and I did not assess her beyond that. "Is there a problem?" I asked. "I asked the taxi to wait," she explained. She was on the verge of tears. "Can't anything go right?" she added. "First my step-sisters tried to keep me from finding out that my grandmother died, then the idiot taxi dropped me off here at the wrong ...
    place, and now he left." Without thinking, I asked, "Would you like a ride? I stopped at the other funeral home on my way here because they have almost the same name. It's only about a mile up the road and I am headed that way." She turned and looked at me to see if I was sincere. I am honestly a nice guy, and what I had said was true. I had no ulterior motives and I simply was willing to help her. She studied me for a moment. "If it wouldn't be an imposition, I would appreciate a ride." "No problem at all," I assured her. "My name is John," I added. "Cindy," she replied as she followed me to my car. She seemed a bit apprehensive to be riding in a car with a stranger, so to set her more at ease, I quickly called up the other funeral home in the navigation app on my phone. "I can't believe that they have 'Holy Saints' and 'Holy Trinity' so close together," I said. "Also, the numbers are almost the same, with this one at 1250 South, and the other at 1025 North." She ignored my small talk and I pulled out into the busy suburb traffic. We only had a mile to go and we hit most of the traffic lights on green. She didn't say a word the whole way. I pulled in and parked near the entrance and waited for her to get out. I'm sure it was only seconds, but when it seemed like I had been waiting way too long, I looked at her to see why she was still sitting in my car. She was staring at the entrance with tears streaming down her face. "I can't do this," she whispered. I never know what to ...
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