My name is David Rice and I'm a recent widower. I lost my wife to breast cancer a few years ago. I'm what women refer to as a "Unicorn", as I had 17 years of a faithful, long term commitment of a marriage. Everyone who knew me personally, could testify that I was monogamous to my wife and she was the love of my life. I was crushed when she passed away and within just a few months, was beleaguered by my wife's friends trying to get me back into the dating world. They all seemed to think I was wasting away my life mourning her and being alone. They seemed intent, like it was their duty on fixing me up with a new woman, by their playing match makers. It seemed everyone of them was trying to fix me up on dates, but I was still in a semi state of mourning even after a full year.
I own a mid sized electric company, employing about 12 men when fully staffed, but I mostly worked at home, as I had foremen that handled my crews. We specialized in electrical work, commercial and industrial mostly, but some residential. I had a good reputation and did mostly new construction and wiring, rarely taking on residential jobs unless things were slow. I no longer worked in the field unless it was something the crews needed help with, as I seemed to spend most of my time at home sending out invoices and ordering product for jobs.
Finally I started to relent and began casually dating, letting my wife's friends set me up on random blind dates. They all came highly recommended from my ex-wife's friends, of course, and for the most part, they were all nice girls. All the dates I went on, nothing really materialized, til I actually met someone on my own.
We met at my local gym. Both of us were 39 years old, healthy, athletic, and in great shape. Elizabeth or Liz for short, was a total hottie. At a lean 5' 8"s tall, Liz was stacked. She weighed 130 lbs., and most of that seemed to be her ass. She had sweet firm breasts, a perfect C cup that really filled out a tight t-shirt and strong muscular legs that were really hot. A flat smooth tummy and nice wide hips, but the piece de resistance, was her ass. It was nothing short of spectacular. Liz had a "big ole butt", two perfect globes that stuck out really far, both proud and firm. That girl could fill a pair of jeans, shorts, and bikini bottoms like nobody's business, but what especially drove me crazy, was when she wore her yoga pants.
When she put those stretchy yoga pants on to go to the gym, they always crept up deep into the crack of her butt cheeks, and left nothing to the imagination. It always looked like she was completely nude from the waist down, with a second layer of skin. They hid nothing. I loved how it showed off her perfect globular ass cheeks. I wasn't the only one to notice either, it was a running joke with her girlfriends about her huge over sized ass, which she actually seemed to enjoy. Not fat and saggy mind you, but firm, round and prominent. Even when I introduced her to my friends at a neighborhood party, more than one of my male friends told me I was a very lucky guy.
Now I'm not chopped liver myself. I'm 6' 1"s tall, 187 lbs., and more than just toned. I go to the gym 3-5 times a week, and do a lot of cardio by jogging around our neighborhood, sometimes joined by Liz.
I developed early in life and have maintained a distinctive six pack of abs that take a lot of work to keep defined. This I'm very proud of. My arms, legs and chest are all toned and tight. One glance at me and you can tell immediately, that I spend time in the gym and take care of my body. I think I'm considered handsome facially. Certainly not hard to look at. I have green eyes, a full head of dark, thick hair, straight white teeth that make a pleasant smile and a nice trimmed goatee. I never had trouble attracting or dating attractive women once I started vying for their attention, even as a young man.
We had a lot in common, going to the gym, playing golf, she loved the beach and I loved to surf. We travel when possible and both enjoy cooking and were equally adept at it. She is more of a gourmet cook, always trying new dishes. Me, I am more versatile and specialized in comfort foods, like pot roasts, lasagna, pancakes or a home made pizza crust that always received the best toppings. Dating her, I was happy once again and it was just a matter of one year of dating, that I asked her to move into my home.
Liz has a son, Donald, named after his father, who lives with her ex in New Hampshire, but she always referred to him as Donnie. Her and her ex never spoke on the phone much, the only thing they had in common was their son. Donnie is apparently an athlete of sorts, running on the track team in high school and now pursuing it in college. I was impressed by that and thought maybe we had something in common and could go to the gym together or have a jog together to bond a little if he was ever in town.
Liz did talk to him regularly via phone, but I knew little about him or her ex. I had never met either of them, and after a few months of us living together, she announced that her son was coming to visit for 2 weeks and would that be okay with me.
I was okay with that, actually anxious to meet him. She had not seen him in over a year, as he lives in New Hampshire and we are in Texas, so she was really excited about seeing him. All I knew was that he had just turned 18, was a student, apparently a very smart kid as he had been endowed with a full academic scholarship to NYU. I was anxious to meet him.
The day he flew in, we both drove to the airport and double parked in the unloading zone waiting for him to exit the terminal. As I surfed my emails on my phone, Liz finally shouted, "There he is!"
As she exited the car to greet him, I saw him for the first time and was immediately taken back, not exactly what I expected. Donnie looked about 5' 8"s tall and maybe 135-140 lbs. He was a good looking kid, as you would expect if you ever saw Liz. But there was something peculiar about that kid that was unmistakably obvious to me. He looked too pretty in his face, for lack of a better word, almost effeminate. Overly pretty, almost to the point of it being easy to mistake his gender as either male or female.
Liz wrapped her arms around him as they shared a warm embrace. Liz was so excited and his enthusiastic hug showed he felt the same way. I stood by the car and waited patiently to be introduced as they finally pulled apart. The next thing I noticed was his ass. He definitely had his mother's ass. It was insane how big and prominent it was in the tight cargo shorts he wore. He had a large prominent muscular ass that absolutely protruded straight out from his willowy upper body. His ass, both both pliant and supple, stuck out like a sore thumb, you couldn't miss it if you tried. It actually looked as good or better than his mother's.
He immediately turned to me and said, "You must be David, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." as he gave me a tight full body hug, that really caught me off guard. This was not the way that I was used to giving a friendly hug to another man. Usually we just bump opposite shoulders briefly, and I mean briefly, followed with a pat on their back and then back away from each other, but the hug Donnie gave me was way past that. He wrapped both his arms around me and just squeezed me tightly, pressing his full body into me. It was an awkward hug for me as Liz just giggled noticing my embarrassment.
