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I currently live in a one-bedroom apartment in the sleepy town I reside in. I work at a warehouse in the next town over that keeps me comfortable, but not rich by any means. I haven't dated in the three years since the split became official. I have heard through the kids that she is doing okay after finding a guy that seemed to bring the spark back in her life. As happy as it made me that she was okay, it didn't help my ego much that someone else was giving her what I should have. Still, I was content with my solo life per se.
We had a new girl that started working in our building as a secretary by the name of Ari. She was about fifteen years younger than me. She was extremely smart when it came to our computer things and how to make them do amazing things that we needed them to do. And she was hot. If I could pinpoint my porn interest to one category, it would definitely be Asian. Ari had shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and the traditional Asian girl figure even though her rear end was a bit more bountiful than most. It wasn't a Latina booty, but it was just enough to have a grip to a point. She also had a delightful voice that was melodious.
I did my best to not fixate on her because I wanted to keep my job. Still, her friendly morning greetings made me smile. There would be times we would be in the break room and she'd sit by me just for chats during lunch. In a way, I guess we had a friendship developing that was sweet although I couldn't peg down what the dynamic was.
It was a little bit of time before she noticed the ring of white skin on my ring finger that used to hold my wedding ring. It took some time, but she gradually learned of my divorce and I learned about her still being single after her last relationship a few years prior. It started to become more of a support when we talked about our lives being single. She would talk about why guys would reject her while I discussed just not being sure how to approach dating at my age. The discussions were getting more in-depth as we started to hang out more.
Because she dressed more conservatively, most of the single guys in the building seemed to avoid her unlike some of the more well-endowed ladies that seemed to get al the attention. Still, Ari seemed to be okay with that. It was almost like folks knew she was mine although we weren't involved. It wasn't until a company picnic when we took our normal places at the picnic tables that some of her thoughts became more apparent.
"So, Bruce, do you know why the guys seem to leave me alone around here?" she asked as we worked on our picnic plates with different foods on them.
"I have no idea," I said as I was checking out the papaya salad a different secretary brought.
Ari's smile began to fade a bit.
"I think it's because most of the other girls have bigger chests than I do."
I looked at her and bumped her in the shoulder as she stopped eating.
"Chests aren't everything."
"Are you saying Jill's chest doesn't interest you? Her tits are huge."
For the record, Jill had double D's and wore the low-cut shirts all the time. She was also very married although I think she was on her third try.
"There's more to a woman than tits, Ari."
"Yeah, there's their asses too. Mine is too small."
I was getting alarmed at the fact she was being so critical of herself. So, my dad side kicked in.
"Young lady, what has gotten into you?" I asked with a little more concern in my voice.
She looked at me and saw my face being serious.
"It's been a while since a guy has taken an interest in me. You're the only guy who gives me attention around here."
"That doesn't mean you are any less of a woman, Ari. It just means that some guys aren't smart enough to see what a catch you are?"
That seemed to perk her up a little.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You're pretty, you're smart, you have a great sense of humor."
"Guys care about..."
"Not all guys are about the physical, Ari. Some of the young ones are because all they think about is sex. Some mature guys want more than that."
"Yeah, mature guys," she said in a huff before she took a big bite out of the bratwurst in her hand.
One thing I knew about Ari through our previous conversations was that she was a down-to-earth type of girl. I figured I'd try to reason with her more.
"What do you mean mature guys?"
"How many of the mature guys work here, Bruce?"
"Unfortunately for you, many of them here are married."
"They still hit on Jill."
"Mature doesn't mean smart. Some guys regardless still think with their..."
"Cocks, Bruce. I'm old enough to know those words."
"I usually don't speak of body parts like that to a lady, Ari and I respect you to not try to do that in front of you."
I seemed to have spurred her challenging side. Ari was never one to argue with. Even when the older IT guys would try to fix something on one of the team's computers, she was always quick to put them in their place when they tried to tech her. That's to say she knew more than the IT guys in most cases with computer problems. I started to sense she was going to challenge me.
"When was the last time you said the word cock?"
I took a breath before I spoke.
"Last night at home."
"What were you doing when you said it?"
I started to blush.
"I was watching a video on my computer."
She got in close and looked me in the eye before she spoke.
"What...kind...of...video?"
"The kind I don't talk to respected colleagues about," I answered back.
She backed away and went back to her plate and allowed there to be silent for a while. As we sat there, we watched as the guys were transfixed on Jill and some of the other girls wearing their tank tops and tight shorts as they attempted to play volleyball.
"Why didn't you play volleyball with the guys?" I asked trying to draw her out.
"They're just playing to watch Jill's tits," she said matter-of-factly.
She returned her thoughts.
"Why aren't you, Bruce?"
"I'd rather hang with you."
This earned a few more moments of silence. We finished our plates and took them to the garbage cans before we walked back to where we were. Until Ari stopped me.
"What video was it?" she asked.
I was torn. On one hand, I wanted to engage in conversation still. On the other...
"It was a porn video."
She didn't seem fazed.
"Pornhub?"
I nodded my head.
"Maybe we should go somewhere without an audience. This picnic isn't my thing."
I was unsure what she meant.
"I have Lord of the Rings on DVD."
I figured I'd at least cheer her up. So, I agreed to go. She gave me her address and we drove over to her apartment. As we neared the parking area, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"Being honest and not trying to lecture me too much."
We walked into her place and removed our shoes. Her apartment was nicer than mine. The furniture was a little more modern and it looked like a cleaning service was in there before we arrived. She motioned me to sit on the couch as she went into the kitchen before bringing out a couple bottles of soda. As she put them on the coasters on her coffee table, I was scoping out he outfit. She wore a green T-shirt. It was the conventional kind. It didn't have a scoping V-neck like some girls do when they want to show off their chest. She wore a casual set of jean shorts. It was tight enough to show off her rear end, but not daisy dukes by any means. She started to grab the remote after she put in the disc before she walked over and sat next to me on the couch.
"So, hit the movie or talk first," she asked.
"You're in control," I said trying not to sound nervous.
"What was the video last night?" she asked.
I took a deep breath.
"This is a safe space for you, Bruce. You're an adult and single. I know you have needs and I also know that you don't want to hurt me or upset me and that's fine. I wouldn't have invited you over if I didn't trust you."
"It was a video with a normal guy and a beautiful woman."
"Do you remember her name?"
"No, I just hit it because she was pretty."
She edged closer.
"What's your favorite category on that site, Bruce?"
"I watch any. It just depends on what gets me when I go on the site."
"You're the first guy to tell me you watch porn," she said. "My ex didn't even tell me for a long time. Do you know what his favorite category was?"
"No."
"Milfs. He wanted a woman with huge tits and an ass to match. I think he even preferred the stepmom ones."
"He had you. Why would he need porn?" I asked.
"Because sometimes guys do have a type. Some want a Jill. They love her huge tits and think about doing things with them. Have you ever thought about Jill's tits, Bruce?"
I shook my head.
"No because she's married. I don't look at married women like that. It's not my place."
"Did the woman last night in the video have huge tits, Bruce?" she asked almost seductively.
"No," I answered back. "Hers was small."
Ari pulled the T-shirt over her head exposing her chest.
"Bigger than mine?" she asked.
Ari was sitting on the couch looking at me with her small breasts exposed. I couldn't stop myself from getting hard.
"No."
She took my hand and led it to her chest to squeeze her breast. The nipples were already hard.
"Go ahead, Bruce. Squeeze."
She moved so she was sitting on my lap facing me while she guided my other hand to her other one and had me play with them. I could feel my resolve weakening.
"Are mine okay?" she asked.
"Yes," I responded.
"How long has it been, Bruce?" she asked.
"It's been a long time."
"Kiss them."
I leaned in and started to kiss one while her arms went around my head. I softly kissed one before moving to the other before my hands fell and went straight to her ass to hold her in place. She started whispering in Japanese as I did. Her vice was edging me just as much as her body was.
"I didn't mean to be so forward, Bruce. Is this okay?"
I kept kissing her nipples.
"Bruce, will you bite them a little?"
I softly bit the nipple lovingly. I felt her melt a little.
"Fuck!" she whispered.
Then without warning, she slipped from my grasp and took my hand to follow her. Her bedroom was a simple one. She led me to the bed where she had me sit down before she helped me remove my shirt. She then started to undo my shorts before she pulled them down with my boxers. My cock was already standing ready. She stayed on her knees before she carefully started to kiss the base before working her way up to the tip.
"It's been a while since I did this," she whispered.
The first time her lips surrounded the head was almost an explosion in my brain. Her eyes looked at me almost sadistically in a way as her mouth slid a little more down past the head. I wasn't gifted with a giant cock, but it felt larger in her presence. As her lips made it to halfway down, I saw her back off a little.
"You're doing great," I whispered.
This drove her to go that far again. I found out later that Ari had a praise kink. I would have told her more at the time if I knew. She was amazing how she did though. I didn't even remember the last time any woman tried to take me down her throat. My ex wasn't into oral. I dare say none of my exes were to be honest. As Ari kept exploring my cock, I struggled to keep from exploding on her face. Her eyes were daring me to.
"Don't you want to explode on my face?" she asked almost innocently.
"Is that what you want?" I asked her.
She giggled a little. God damn how hot that innocent giggle was. It had me ready to before she squeezed my cock by the base hard and started to feel how close I was to covering her face.
"I didn't now you were so close, Daddy," she said.
Her voice was the perfect mix of innocence and vixen in that moment.
"You're driving me crazy," I told her.
She stood and undid her shorts before she allowed them to drop. I saw the hair above her pussy was shaved in the shape of a heart before she climbed back on my lap and rubbed my cock against her. She kept using my cock as her toy, stroking it a little while she rubbed it against her. She looked at me more seriously before she spoke.
"Can I slide on it?"
I nodded my head. This was all so fantastic to me at that moment. I watched as the head of my cock was pressed against her entrance. My hands instantly went to her hips before she slipped just the head inside and it was like I short circuited her with the reaction.
"Fuck!" she yelled.
I held her hips there while she rebooted. She then looked at me before I pulled her down a little bit. She was tight. It was almost like she was a virgin again. I never thought I would have someone with that kind of tightness on my cock again. As I slowly moved her onto my cock, her hands went around my neck.
"I want you to cum," she said.
"I will soon if you keep squeezing me like that," I responded.
I almost panicked with her next words.
"Breed your cum slut, Daddy."
I was in shock before I started feeling my cock empty out all the cum she coaxed out of me inside her. She was still in my arms as my cock remained inside her. She was quiet. She was just there. When she looked into my eyes after and smiled, I relaxed.
"That was a little much, wasn't it?" she asked.
I breathed.
"That was...you were....um...."
"Was it better than the movie last night?" she asked.
"It was way better," I responded before my hands went to her rear end and squeezed as I lightly bit her neck. She whispered as she felt it before she squeezed me against her.
