Ashley The One In A Million

To the Literotica Readers:

This story was categorized as (Celebrities & Fan Fiction) because of Ashley Matthews (Riley Reid) being the main character. Please remember, this is just an old retired man's feeble, truly bored mind, and I never intended to hurt anyone's feelings. I hope it is enjoyed by all. Just let your mind wander about what might be possible in a perfect world.

Ashley -- The One in a Million 001

Was It Possible To Start Over And Truly Find A Real Man?

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It Was Just Another Day

Ashley Matthews was born in Miami Beach, Florida, on July 9th, 1991. Her lineage is of Dominican, Cherokee, Chickasaw, Dutch, German, Irish, Puerto Rican, and Welsh descent. After graduating from high school in Miami, she attended Florida International University, majoring in sociology, intending to become a teacher. Her career in the adult entertainment industry started in 2011 at the tender age of just barely nineteen. Before entering the sexploitation field of work, she briefly posed as an exotic dancer. Ashley took on the stage name of Riley Reid, and it immediately seemed everyone craved to work with her. Her status as an entertainer and her fortune multiplied exponentially. Ashley is 5' 3" tall with a 33-24-34 figure and 32A-size breasts. Ashley quickly became a worldwide favorite with her slim stature, small, perky breasts, green eyes, and dark brown hair. Even women in the industry adored her; Ashley quickly learned that she absolutely loved being with a woman as much, if not more, than a man. No man had ever been as gentle and passionate as a woman could be.

Ashley quit the adult entertainment business and left Hollywood, California, forever due to:

1. Her husband demanded she quit the industry and only have sex with him and no other person.

He became a total asshole after their daughter was born, determined to completely run her entire life.

2. She was fed up with all the drama involved with the adult entertainment business.

At work, she had sex with more women and men than she could name or remember, and none of them ever wanted to be friends outside of work.

3. Totally bored with the erotic industry since everyone acts so fake all the time.

Hollywood is a fake plastic city full of phony plastic people.

4. Most importantly, she did not want to raise her daughter in the corrupt society of Hollywood or California.

She dreamed of her daughter growing up in a nice, quiet place, learning fundamental family values and respect for all mankind.

She quickly divorced her husband, leaving California with her daughter and never looking back.

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Jim sat on his front porch swing, enjoying a few beers, enjoying the gentle evening breeze, and thinking about his life. A few months ago, he turned forty, never married, and was always alone. It seemed like every woman he had ever dated only cared about what the man could do or buy for them. All of them never cared about what the man felt was important in life or if the man was even happy.

Jim joined the United States Marine Corps at seventeen, doing his four years, and mustered out because it seemed that all the young officers didn't even have enough common sense to be Boy Scouts. His top Master Sargent, begged him to re-enlist. This was because Jim was so strong and fast; he was the perfect tight end on the Marine Corps football team. While still on active duty, Jim held the Corps record for the fifty-yard dash of just a little above six seconds. It seemed like he had glue on his fingers since any ball thrown his way was his if he could reach out and touch it.

Now, at the ripe old age of forty, those were only memories of yesteryear days. Not to say Jim was out of shape, far from it. Being always alone and one of his main activities, he went to the gym every day, still able to bench press a little over two hundred and fifty pounds. Swam and jogged daily.

In the community, he was a helping hand to anyone in need of anything. Having a rather nice-sized flatbed trailer, he was often called on to help someone move or dispose of something.

In his father's passing, he left Jim a little over one hundred one once solid gold coins when he passed away. Jim got wind of crypto BitCoin back in 2010 when it was about ten dollars a coin.

He bought as much as he could afford and as often as possible. Knowing how the times were changing and that paper money would be going into the past just like phone booths, newspapers, and landline phones at home. Now that BitCoin was over $90,000.00 a coin, and gold was pushing up substantially daily, Jim had nothing to want for.

Amazingly, he retired at thirty-nine, living alone, owed nothing, had his house paid off, and only had monthly utilities and insurance bills to worry about. He also had a very substantial amount saved up that he sat aside from working. His father had taught him to put away a minimum of least 10% of his income every paycheck for old age.

One day, at the grocery store, Jim was noticed by a petite young lady. She was taken aback by his very masculine presence and stature. Ashley asked the checkout clerk about him after he had checked out and left. Ashley enquired.

"Do you know where he hangs out?"

The clerk told her she had sometimes seen him in the coffee shop on Main Street. As she stared at him walking away, she thought.

'DAMN! He looks so ruggedly built and handsome; I've got to get to know him,'

As all women will, they tease and chase after a man until he captures her the way she intended him to do all along.

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The following morning, Jim was sitting in the coffee shop, enjoying a cup of coffee and reading some news on his phone. It just so happened that Ashely walked in. Seeing him sitting there, she ordered a cup, and seeing the place packed, she went over to his table, asking if she could sit down.

As she sat there, she thought.

'From everything I have learned about this man, I want to know more about him. He appears so manly; no one I have ever met in California looked like this. I hope he's a nice guy.'

Looking at him, sticking out her hand, she said.

"Thanks for letting me sit down; I'm Ashley."

Looking up from his phone, he exclaimed in his head.

'It's Her! I saw her yesterday at the grocery store. This can't be just a coincidence. DAMN! She is gorgeous in person.'

He put his phone down, gently grasping her hand, saying.

"Not a problem. It's nice to meet you, Ashley. I'm Jim."

Then he added.

"Do you live here in Pickens?"

She smiled at him, saying.

"Not yet. I'm still looking for a place, and there seem to be very few nice places to choose from here."

Jim just chuckled;

"Well, you do know this is very much a redneck town; You could find a nice place over in Greenville. It's really growing over there."

As he was explaining about the housing, Ashley thought,

'Damn, I like him already. He seems like an old-school, macho type of man, very polite and well-mannered.'

Jim looked into those green eyes, melting, and asked.

"What type of place are you looking for?"

Ashley grinned at him, saying.

"I know Greenville is nice, although I'm looking for somewhere quiet to raise my daughter. That's why I chose Pickens. A two-bedroom place would be nice."

She knew a lot about Jim after reading a comment he had left on Literotica.com about her video story and then reading all of the stories he had published. She had hired a private investigator to find him. Yeah, it cost almost ten thousand dollars. However, she had it to spare being in the adult entertainment business for so long. It seemed like this man had a heart of gold, especially in the way he put stories together. Then she heard him say.

"I hope you won't get offended if I ask for your phone number; that way, I'll contact you if I hear of somewhere available."

Her green eyes lit up, asking him what his number was. Ashley called the number, and Jim answered it, then she said.

"Now we both have each other's number."

As she watched him enter her on his contact list, she said,

"Ashley Mathews."

Jim replied,

"Jim Smith."

Their conversation went back and forth, each asking about the other. After about an hour had passed, Jim told her he needed to go; The gym was waiting for him.

They stood up, Jim noticing her slim stature of 5'3", with the top of her head barely up to his shoulders, with him being 6'2". He always adored petite women. This woman seemed like everything he had ever dreamed of; a tiny, slender body with small breasts, very intelligent, and wonderfully pleasant to talk to. Shaking hands, they parted with her thinking.

'He didn't even try to hit on me. I wonder if he already has someone in his life? The P.I. didn't mention anything about his personal life.'

As Jim was driving to the gym, he thought.

'Ashley seems so nice, not at all what I was expecting. Why would she be in a little Podunk town like Pickens? She could live anywhere in the world she wanted; why here?'

He put her out of his mind, not wanting to dwell on why they had met. Several days later on that week, old Mrs. Brannon called asking if he could clean out her gutters again, saying this time he must let her pay him.

He chuckled, saying.

"Mrs. Brannon, you will never pay for my help. It makes me feel good that you think of me when you need something. Although, if you insist, a nice home-cooked meal would be lovely."

The next day, he went over and cleaned out her gutters. When finished, she welcomed him inside to a nice meal. Being alone, this kind of treatment always made his heart swell. Just the feeling of being needed by someone made him feel special. After the meal, she hugged him and said.

"Jim, I'd marry you if I were forty years younger."

He chuckled, replying.

"Mrs. Brannon, you don't look a day over forty."

Knowing she was over eighty years old. She slapped him on the shoulder, adding.

"Young man, don't you dare try to flirt with an old woman."

Then, it crossed her mind.

'Why this man doesn't have a woman in his life is beyond me. Maybe women nowadays don't want a real man.'

Jim left, returning home with a smile on his face thinking.

'Even a hug and a playful slap on the shoulder from an old woman like her has my blood pumping a little; maybe I'll hit the gym again today.'

After showering first at the gym, he did laps in the pool for about an hour. Not much happened for the next several days. Then his phone rang, looking at it the call was from Ashley. He answered, exchanging hellos; then he asked.

"Did you find a place?"

She replied with a very down-sounding voice.

"No, not yet. I'm back home in Miami."

He countered with.

"Miami? I lived there when I was young; why would you want to leave a nice place like that?"

Sighing deeply, she replied.

"Well, first of all, I never liked living in Hurricane Alley. The second reason is my parents; they have been a total pain trying to rule my life ever since I first moved to California. Besides, who wants to live with their parents when they're in their thirties."

Then, without stopping, she continued.

"I'm coming back up to Pickens. I received a notice about a few places that might work. Would you be willing to look at the places with me if I buy you dinner?"

Jim asked her.

"Will you be bringing your daughter with you? I would love to meet her."

She said,

"No, just me."

He frowned a little, knowing how cute the little girl looked from pictures on the internet. Then he continued.

"You don't have to buy me dinner; I'll happily look at the places with you."

She sighed again into the phone, adding.

"Well, if you want me to be honest, we only talked that once at the coffee shop. I would love to get the chance to know more about you."

Then he spooked her;

"That is something that I must insist on and have always had total respect for - Honesty."

She smiled into the phone, knowing how much she wanted this in a man.

"Jim, I promise I will never lie to you. Although, some things I won't openly say unless you ask me directly."

He countered with.

"Wonderful. I must warn you that I never let a lady pay for dinner. When will you be here? I'll make some reservations at a really nice place in Greenville?"

She told him, Tuesday. He told her to call when she arrived and that dinner would be Tuesday evening.

After they ended their call, Jim thought about them talking at the coffee shop.

'She is so petite and gorgeous as hell. Why would someone like her want anything to do with a simple redneck like me?'

At the same time, Ashley was deep in thought as well.

'This is great. I really want to impress him, and I need a new dress and heels.'

She went shopping, picking out a very revealing black dress thinking.

'Jim has been so cute, never making a pass at me. If this doesn't get his blood pumping, nothing will.'

She picked out a nice pair of completely open black four-inch heels that showed her entire foot with only a tiny, thin, black string-like strap across the top of her foot. She purchased several other outfits, thinking he needed to see as much of her as possible.

Tuesday, at about 2:00PM, Jim's phone rang; looking at it, it was her.

"Ashley, where are you?"

She responded.

"I just checked into a hotel here in Greenville; I couldn't take that bed & breakfast place in Pickens again."

Jim chuckled.

"Yeah, that's not even close to a hotel, although the old lady who owns the place is really sweet."

Then she asked.

"So what time is dinner, and what should I wear?"

Jim sighed.

"Well, for Greenville, it is quite chic; I'll be in a nice sports coat and starched shirt if that tells you anything."

She ooohed, saying.

"Enough said, what time?"

He responded.

"Where are you staying?"

"At the Grand Bohemian Lodge in Greenville."

Jim smiled, knowing she wouldn't see the smile.

"Believe it or not, the restaurant is only about a five-minute walk from your hotel. Since the weather is so nice, would you be up for that?"

Before she could answer, he continued.

"That way, I can leave my truck at the hotel."

She exhaled into the phone, answering.

"As long as it's not far, I can do that in heels."

Jim drove down the anxious feeling in his chest, knowing how much a woman in high heels drove him insane, replying.

"Cool, I'll be at the hotel at 6:45PM."

Ashley thought as they ended the call.

'Damn! I love the confidence this man has. Shit, I'm wet just talking to him on the phone. I hope he has a good heart; My little kitty starts purring whenever I think about him or his stories.'

Like her, Jim thought.

'She sounds so adorable on the phone. Hmm! About four hours before I need to leave, I'm not going to the gym today. Think I'll take a nap; never know what might happen tonight.'

Jim went into the bedroom, closed the curtains, and lay down. He tried so hard to fall asleep, although he couldn't get that gorgeous smile and those luscious green eyes of Ashley's out of his head. After tossing and turning, only getting about thirty minutes of sleep, he got up.

Shaving and showering, grooming his man parts close, just in case. He wore a nice pair of dark grey trousers, a white starched shirt, and a light blue linen blazer. Trousers were never a problem; shirts, blazers, or suits all had to be custom-tailored. With his enormously broad cannonball shoulders, massive arms, and somewhat narrow waist, nothing ever fit off the rack. After splashing on some nice cologne and seeing it was about 5:30PM, he headed out to meet Ashley.

As Jim was driving, he had an epiphany. He stopped at a flower shop, purchasing a beautiful single long steam white rose. Before Jim arrived at the hotel, he stopped at the restaurant. Telling them he wanted a somewhat private, secluded table in the back. Giving the maître d' a nice tip and the rose and said to place it on the table for his date. Then he went to the hotel, seeing he was still a few minutes early going into the bar. He texted Ashley where he was and just waited. Not knowing what to expect, he thought.

'This is my one chance to make a good impression. Don't screw this up, you

Goof-Ball

.'

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Then, the world disappeared as he saw her walk into the bar. The only thing that was on his mind was.

'

Oh My Gawd! She's An Angel

.'

She was dressed in a full-length black shoulderless gown tied behind her neck. Amazingly, it was absolutely see-through with a kind of tigress-like pattern, ultimately transparent between the thin, wavy stripes. It was split up on both sides all the way up to just under her breasts. As she sashayed toward him, you could clearly see the entire nude sides of her body as she sauntered over. It was effortlessly to see she had nothing on under her dress. Again, her utterly nude body was on full display for the whole world to see. As she walked, those almost nothing of black four-inch high-heels gave you the impression she was tip-toeing across the room.

Her long brown hair was done up, making her appear like royalty. For a few seconds, Jim could not breathe. As she got close, he trembled a little at her supreme loveliness, thinking.

'This is the most gorgeous, sexy woman I have ever seen. She has to be a total exhibitionist to be walking around entirely nude like this.

Damn!

I love a woman who's unafraid to show what she has to offer.'

Her little breasts were totally visible and on display. Those little areolas and taunt protruding nipples were to die for. Jim could even clearly see the tuft of dark hair above her displayed garden of love. Seeing her standing there completely nude in front of him sent his mind off to never, never land.

He blurted out.

"Ashley, I thought you looked cute when we talked at the coffee shop. You, My Dear, Are The Loveliest Thing God Has Ever Created."

She gently placed her hand on his chest and replied.

"That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, and coming from a Real Man! You have no idea what I'm feeling right now."

Jim offered his bent arm, saying.

"Shall we go?"

She wrapped her arm around his, and they left. As they were walking out, she thought.

'OMG! Holding Jim's arm is like holding onto solid rock. I've never felt any man's arm this solid. If I'm not careful, my juices are going to run down my legs.'

As they walked, Jim thought.

'Need to take it slow; I don't want her to think I only want one thing out of her. Her arm is so soft, she smells and looks like heaven on Earth.'

When they were about halfway across the little Liberty Bridge, he stopped saying.

"It's not much, although Greenville did what they could to make it look nice."

She squeezed his arm, responding.

"I've never seen a river running in the middle of a downtown before. We'll have to stop on the way back. I'm sure it looks even better lit up at night."

They continued walking, and yes, it was less than a five-minute walk. When they arrived at the restaurant, the maître d' greeted them. Since Jim had given the maître d' a very sizeable tip, they were treated like VIP's.

"Mr. Smith, we've been expecting you, right this way."

All eyes were on them as they were being led to the back of the restaurant. They heard several "oohs" from the women as they passed, and the stares from all the men looked like they were drooling. The maître d' held out Ashley's chair as she sat down. Jim smiled, knowing the maître d' had the presence of mind to give Jim the chair facing the front of the restaurant.

Ashley sat down and noticed the white rose lying in front of her. Then, her mind went off.

'How can this man be so perfect? He has never even made a pass at me, and now a White Rose? Damn, he is truly so romantic; If he keeps this up, my heart is going to burst. I'm so glad I chose a black dress. It's wet as hell already.'