To David and his 'Cindy'.
Thank you for allowing me to share with my readers an important chapter in your life.
I still remember as a child the times that my parents were arguing.
I used to close our door and watch TV with my little sister ( 2 years younger ).
When I was 12 years, my parents divorced.
My sister stayed with mom, who married a guy a year later and moved to Australia.
I ended up with my father, who worked as an application specialist at GE.
Three years after his official separation from my mother, dad married a computer engineer named Cindy. She was working in GE too.
She was younger than my mother. In fact, she was only 9 years older than me.
For the first few years, until I became a senior in college, I thought that dad and Cindy's relationship was ideal.
Unlike the situation with my mom, I've never heard the two of them fighting.
Dad was kissing her 'good bye' in the morning when he went to work and the 3 of us ate dinner together whenever dad was home (Part of his job was to install hardware and software in distant places, so he was away for a week or even more quite often).
Whenever dad was out of the house for several days, I tried to stay at home, because I knew that Cindy didn't like to be alone in the evenings and... she liked my company.
She was more like a big sister to me than a stepmother.
If I try to describe Cindy, I'd say that her face looked more pleasant than pretty.
But her figure was very impressive: Long legs and a guitar shaped body, round muscular ass from exercising 2-3 times a week, narrow waist and big breasts (36/D).
One evening, when my father was away for few days, I came home early and saw Cindy sitting in the corner crying.
I came closer, hugged her and asked, "Cindy, what happened?"
She looked at me, still weeping, "Your dad is not faithful to me and I know it for quite sometime. I caught him twice already having affairs with other women. On both occasions he apologized and pleaded with me not to leave him. He swore to never do it again. Today I called him on the phone. He sounded half drunk and I heard a woman's voice calling him to come back to bad. It's obvious that he continues to cheat on me."
"Cindy, I am sorry. I didn't know."
I was still hugging her and she put both her hands around my neck and whispered to me, "You are such a nice man. I wish your father was half as decent as you are."
Her perfume smelled very good and her large breasts were poking my chest.
In spite of just trying to console her, my cock started hardening against her body.
I couldn't believe that she didn't feel it, but she didn't say anything.
We stayed like this for a couple of minutes and slowly she stopped crying.
Cindy looked at me with half a smile, "You are a good man David. Go watch TV. I want to take a shower and then I'll make dinner for both of us."
I was watching the news an hour later, when I heard Cindy calling me to the table.
Dinner was already on our plates, but my eyes were focused on Cindy.
She was having on a short beige dress that emphasized her curves.
"Cindy, you look amazing! Are you planning to go somewhere after dinner?"
"David, I was thinking that if you are not too busy, I'd like to go with you to a movie tonight..."
Luckily, I didn't have a lot of homework or an imminent exam!
Cindy was having a bad day and she definitely looked very good...
My answer was expected, "Yes Cindy, I would love to go to a movie with you."
She kissed me on the cheek and we ate dinner silently.
Cindy chose the movie 'Ghost', that was playing in a budget cinema nearby.
I saw it twice already, but I wanted Cindy to enjoy the evening, so we went there.
