Original Author: Arizona I am going to tell you a story that I find it hard to hide nor keep it for myself. To begin with, I am a 5’8″ wido...
I am going to tell you a story that I find it hard to hide nor keep it for myself.
To begin with, I am a 5’8″ widower with one kid. Athletic build and somewhat-a looker. By profession, I am a college professor at a city college, I teach psychology and biological science. I am 35 and never remarried after losing my wife. She passed away after delivering my kid.
I never thought about getting hooked nor involved with any woman. Not even a one night stand. However, as the twist of fate demands, things happen when you least expect them to happen. One day I got moved and transferred to a different department as they needed some substitute teacher. Being new and unfamiliar to other staff I did my best to get to know each and everyone as I politely introduced myself. One particular teacher I have noticed is sitting at a corner busily minding her paperwork – term papers I suppose. I managed to find my way to introduce myself as she barely lifts her head up and managed a tired smile and a weak nod. She never lifted her as she barely gave me a glance. I noticed that this colleague was cramming some reports and tallying up some stuff. And I let her be. I excused myself to avoid bothering her further.
The next day, Friday. As I was parking my car in the parking space allotted for faculty members, I found myself intrigued about my new colleague and her timid smile. I remember her looks the other day as she is like a timid kid trying to rush her homework. To my surprise, there she was parking next to me. Trying to squeeze her car in the next slot available. Having a hard time parking, as I can see, I offered some help to guide her. As she alighted from her car, I took the opportunity again to introduce myself properly as I also offered a hand on some of her bags. She declined but I insisted. We found ourselves back in the faculty room where it is still deserted and quiet. She is shy and seems to be a quiet fellow. I jokingly told her, to break the ice, “they told me that this is the last room in this wing, are you sure that you haven’t ‘seen’ nor ‘felt’ anything unusual at odd hours here?”. She suddenly grinned widely and I noticed that she had a beautiful set of teeth. “Not that I know of” she said. I offered her a cup of coffee as I went out to the vendo to grab a cup and she agreed.
Let me tell you something about her, she has been married for 8 years with 2 kids and a husband that seems to be not-so-financially-supportive with a gambling and an alcohol problem. She seems to be open about it since I was able to tell her a little about my life. Anyway, the day is long and luckily we are the only two with classes that day. Physically she is around 5’2″, Japanese facial feature, light skinned. I couldn’t help but notice her body. Despite having kids she still has a round butt, a well-rounded handful of breasts and still carries a plump but rocking tight figure. Her Friday attire revealed some meant-to-be-hidden large colorful tattoos on her back and I noticed some on her upper chest. I couldn’t help but ask her. She told me as much that the pain seems to channel the grief or burden that she sometimes feel. “Plus it might look cool to me” she said. I agreed. To me, it looks cool and aggressive. She even showed me a part of the one shown on her upper spine and told me the meaning. As she brushed her hair aside, the whiff of her perfume and the musky scent of morning sweat made me feel these manly stirrings that I have seem to forget all these years. Her back looks sexy with those tattoos indeed. I wonder how much more is in there.
As the bell rings we prepared some of our teaching materials to bring and went over to our respective classes. We met again later that day on the parking lot as we are both headed home. As she is in her car cooling herself down I knocked her window and gave her a smile “would you like me to guide you out of your parking slot?” She answered “I think I can manage now” and she smiled back. I nodded and left her and wished her to have a great weekend. As I turned my back and managed a few steps towards my car, I heard her call me out. She stepped out of her car and tried to catch on. “I was wondering if you could join me for dinner tonight?”.
I couldn’t believe it, “I have been meaning to ask you for some help regarding my research paper for my Master’s, a little insight or few words of advice from a professional psychologist would be a big help” and she smiled meekly. Coming from her, this woman seems to be up and running herself all alone, burning her brows while taking care of her kids and still come to school everyday. I can see that her call for help is like a big thing for her to do coming from a stranger. I said “Sure, why not. My kid is in her aunt anyway. My place is free tonight and I know a good Chinese take out.” She said “My treat then”. But I said “No this is one is on me.”
“I haven’t had anyone visit my place since my wife passed away. Only a handful of relatives” I told her. Being an introvert, I value a quiet space and place to stay. She is amazed at the place and feels a bit awkward. “Please feel free to roam around. Don’t worry this place is not littered with any ghastly story”. I noticed that she might be thinking about her presence here at this odd hours. I told her to relax and take some comfort and offered her wine.
A few hours after brainstorming about her paper we are feeling a bit tipsy and the night is getting old. I asked her about her kids. She said “they are with their Dad, we have shared custody. Mostly mine but this week they will be out of town with my in-laws.” I did not proceed further instead I offered her my story. Maybe it was the wine that urged to speak more but then again she seems delighted to hear my story and she probed further.
It was a fun night. I never had a conversation with a like-minded woman before. Not even after my wife died. Not until now. As we fixed our mess I offered her a ride home but she refused. Said she can manage. We bade our goodbyes and for some reason I gave her a peck on her cheek. She withdrew but didn’t say a word. I said sorry about it right away. “I shouldn’t have done that” and she answered “we are only human” and gave me a shy but meaningful smile”
The week that followed our little house mishap (when I kissed her cheek) seems to be uneventful and nothing out of the unusual happened. My break took a turn when I am celebrating my birthday. And it seems that no one knows it. I am glad that no one knows it, as I do not enjoy loud and noisy celebrations. Anyway, it was an uneventful day and as it went on I took my chance to send her a message on her phone and asked her if she has something to do after work.
She answered “… Nothing in particular, why?” “… I was wondering of you are mad at me about what happened last week at my house. I am deeply sorry for that and I hope the it won’t come between the two of us”. She answered promptly “… we were tipsy and somewhat enjoyed the conversation, I am not mad about it”. My heart skipped and I texted “… how about another dinner? This time no drinks. Haha. I just want to get reacquainted and it’s also my birthday”
“… why didn’t you tell me earlier? I mean I could skip my last class and just give them homework”. Little did she know I actually took the remaining two scheduled classes to freshen up and prepare for an early dinner. I told her “… I am actually heading home now since my class schedule finished early. Can I pick you up at 6:00? Let’s have early dinner if that is Ok with you? Then you can head home early too”
She answered “… I have no plans for tonight. Besides my husband is on a business trip and the kids aren’t home until next week. I remember you telling me about your little farm house on the edge of town. We can go there instead of a public place”
I was surprised by this “… Great idea! Listen, I don’t mean to be stepping on some toes here. It is just that it is my birthday and I have no one to celebrate it. Haha.”
Took some time for her to answer “… You can probably pick me up at my house 7:00. I will leave the car and share a ride with you?” Me being the one who has a pickup truck and best suited to handle rough roads. I said “… Great! See you at 7:00”
I drove and arrived early at her house. She was actually waiting on her porch. Wearing only regular shorts and a tight looking T-shirt that revealed more of her curvy features. I am delighted. I must admit this gives me some butterflies in my stomach. She is carrying her backpack and I tried my best not to get out of the truck to avoid inquisitive eyes or people.
She is smiling as she is hopping in. “…Thank you for this” she said. I asked “… for what?”. She answered “… I think this coming weekend going to a different town might give me a refresher”. I only answered with a satisfactory smile. “.. We’ll make the most out of it”.
We drove in silence. The trip took about 3 long hours. The house that I have maintained is being cleaned every other week as with my instruction to my caretaker. The farmhouse is a small but cozy half-brick/half-log cabin type of house. With 2 bedrooms and a fenced yard sitting near a shallow flowing brook. It is a perfect getaway from the hustle and bustle of city life.
I usually leave my spare key at a big pot sitting next to the main door. Half past ten when we arrived and the wind is warm. I am thinking that this free-spirited woman with me right now, as crazy as the situation may look like, chose to break free of the bonds of common marriage boundaries and doing whatever she feels right and makes her feel alive. I am thrilled.
As I opened the door, I allowed her to look around and ushered her to her bed. I told her that someone is taking care of the house every now and then. There are some clean spare sheets and oversized shirts and shorts around in case she needs a change. “… Thanks for this John” she managed.
As I checked for the amenities I also took out some of the groceries that I bought and stored them at the fridge for the weekend. This so far is my most exciting birthday!
I went to my room and sweaty as I am, I took off my soiled shirt and picked up some towel to get a bath. Little did I know, Jane’s room suddenly swung open and I was a bit ashamed that she saw me half naked wearing only my boxer brief. I must have been out of my mind and acting on my instinct that I am simply moving around the house without consciously thinking that I have a colleague with me. I jumped gingerly and headed to my door to cover myself and grinning half-ashamed as I was about to laugh. I noticed that she turned red on her cheek and I apologized profusely about it.
I got caught. And so is she. I noticed that she was just wearing her bathrobe when she caught me “… hey! I was about to go to find your bathroom?” She seemed dazed and torn between laughing hysterically or turning her back against me. I only managed to answer “I think I might have left the shower open and the tub sealed. You can go in there first” and I smiled.
“… You sure?” She asked testily. “Yup” I said. I couldn’t help but imagine her in her warm bath lathered with bubbles and relaxing herself in my tub.
She came out of the bathroom steamy and looking very fresh. I served her some wine and offered my couch and TV. She gladly accepts as she is drying her hair. I can’t get myself out of my hard-on. If she noticed, I am sure she did her best to hide it.
As I was relaxing my back on my tub, imagining about her, I heard a soft knock and the door opened. I didn’t lock it anyway. I honestly thought that I may have fallen asleep or simply dreaming my imagination. But no. There she was standing in my bathroom door holding the bottle of wine (it was already way half empty) her eyes are dreamy and her robe is untied revealing her glorious curves.
I couldn’t truly believe it. She said “… the shows are getting boring why don’t we spice it it up Mr. Loner?” I only managed to say “… uh-huh”
Her body is curvy but tight. Her skin tone under the soft light of the bathroom reflects that she is taking care of her skin. Supple and looking well-hydrated. It shows that she is not into making it whiter, as most women do, but she is simply hydrating it making it look soft and young-looking.
Her dreamy eyes are paired with pouty lips. The brunette hair adds more to her attractive feature. Despite her height, her legs are graciously well-toned. Her velvet is cleanly shaved it seems. Prim and proper as if she hasn’t had any kids. She began to undress her robe and slowly pulled out the ties revealing her cute and lovely looking nipples that are now hard and erect.
She slid herself to join me and she began groping my hard penis. Soft moans began to come out of her mouth while I managed to hold her cheeks and guide them to my face as I start to passionately kiss her lips. She returned it passionately. Her hand stroking my penis and the other one mushing and grabbing my hair. I started to move my tongue out and she replied back with hers. “… You have been alone” she said. I only managed to nod in agreement.
She crawled down until she reached my hard penis. She rinsed the bubble suds and began to lick the head. Slowly lubricating it with her warm saliva. The feeling was so great and I couldn’t make it out of how good it feels. She really made me cum just by her mouth. Jane was so wild that she took another measure to swallow my whole dick until her warm throat was reached. I am well-endowed with a 7.5inch penis. When she’s done, I really couldn’t move. She took another swig and I took a big gulp too.
“… Yours is big. It’s quite hard to swallow it.” And I said “… but you did it beautifully” She only laughed.
Instead of getting limp, my dick began to harden and erect even more. Perhaps the longing that it took me to have this feeling must have taken its toll. So I took my time to recuperate and began kissing her neck slowly. I played with her nape and gently licking my tongue on her ears and down back to her neck while her back is on me. The room is now steamy and my hands are cupping her breasts gently frolicking the hard and erect nipples. Her eyes are closed as I am spooning her. She is now stroking my hard penis gently rubbing it on her ass cheeks.
With this, I asked her to do some doggy-style – and she willfully complied. She spread out her legs, butt is on me as I began to insert my shaft on hers. She was so wet that I easily penetrated my penis in hers. She said to take it slowly and I did. As we joined together I couldn’t explain how erotic and lustful it feels to fuck her. She is sensual and at the same time knows how to please me in her own way. She is bouncing on and off from my pelvis and I can began to pound her even more. Louder were her moans and her breasts are bouncing as well. It is quite a fetish to seem sway.
“… Harder John!” And I did my best to fuck her the way she wanted it to be.
“… Rub my clitoris” she requested this as I am pummeling her. I reached out to her vagina and felt her clitoris being so wet and a bit hard to touch. I began rubbing her at the same time. She moaned wildly. She also began to time my pounding and we both had it in unison. We are now literally banging each other. It felt great and sensual! We are breathing so hard and I can even hear my heart as if it wants to come out of my chest. A few minutes later she claimed “… I am coming now! Please don’t stop and don’t pull your dick. Just dump your cum in me. I am taking my orals”
This made me feel more erotic so I banged her even faster. Her vagina so wet she began squirting “… Aaahhh! Fuck me! Oohh! Aaahh! Don’t stop it John make me squirt babe!”
Only God knows how I enjoyed that fuck and the night we shared. We both came as she squirted her way in my tub and dumped my cum in her vagina. She was still squirting and jerking when I came inside her. I made a slow follow up by caressing her breasts and gently placing my lips on hers. I hugged her tightly and placed her hands on my butt while we are intertwined with each other. My lips on hers. One hand supporting her back embracing her body. My penis inside her warm and wet vagina. Oh! That feeling. Our eyes are closed and exchanging deep breaths gasping for air. Her tongue slowly rolled on mine as if they were exchanging blows inside our mouth.
When we are still on it. I began to make a little bite on all over her body. From her nipples down to her groin. And she did the same to me afterwards as if we are kids trying to explore the body parts.
We went for another round in the couch as we dried ourselves. We simply went for a missionary and gently playing each others body. /She sucked me once more and I did hers. Her pussy is warm and soft. Smells good and a bit musky with a sweet whiff on it. Perhaps it is her vaginal wash. But who cares. We didn’t notice the time and we fell asleep on the couch. Naked and cum all over the sheets.
As of this writing I am a week away into going out with Jane on an out-of-town trip. Just the two of us.
PS:
These events happened in real-life and I am glad to share it with fellow readers. Jane and I are doing this out of sincere friendship with a side of beneficial outcome for our feelings. She is well-aware of her husbands affairs with other girls and having sired a couple of kids out of their marriage. She is not justifying these acts as an act of revenge. She simply wanted out and began venturing into a new horizon – with me. Recently, the husband became violent towards her and she filed for an annulment papers to legalize their separation. I cannot say that she deserves me. But for sure, she is better off without her husband.
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