Here is my story of how I met my Chinese GILF and surrogate mother. This story is real!
Background first:
I am a middle aged, married man with kids, and a techie engineer in the booming Silicon Valley. Life for me is pretty ordinary, I work hard to survive in the expensive bay area; mortgage, teenage kids, etc. Its not cheap to live here, so everyone works long hard hours to stay ahead. I was under a lot of stress from tight deadlines at work, and to top it off I was mourning the loss of my recently departed mother. I was told to take some much deserved PTO, but I instead choose to work, to avoid depression and drinking which we all know would be the case. My mom like many was the pillar in my life.. whenever I needed anything, even if I needed to complain or get something off my chest, my mom was always there to listen to me and provide advise.
One day at the office a group of visitors arrived, they were contractors brought in to assist with some systems integration. I was tasked with giving them a tour of our offices, a technical overview of the project ahead and of course working alongside them to achieve the goal. This group consisted of 5 people, one of which caught my eye immediately. She was a very well dressed and attractive older Asian woman. When I say older, I knew she was close in age to my mother. I soon learned her name was Mimi. Let me describe Mimi. She is 4'9, 90lbs wet, perky B cups, a cute little petite woman with a bob style haircut that she dyed to hide the grey. She was born in China but came to the US in her early 20's. She wore very professional skirts and blouses with nice heels and stockings which, beautifully highlighting her lovely legs.
Mimi and I had instant chemistry, it was obvious to both her and myself, thankfully no one else seemed to notice this attraction.
Mimi and I worked closely together on this integration project, she and her team were making great progress. I got to know more about Mimi as the project progressed and the comfort level and relationship between Mimi and myself grew. At the end of a long day, Mimi asked me sweetly if I would be so kind to help her to carry boxes full of documentation to her car. As a gentleman I said of course and I helped her carry out and load up the boxes in her car.
At her car, she asked me if I was married, I admitted to her I was. I asked the same from her and she admitted she was a widow, her husband passing 10 years earlier. She asked if I knew her age... I said (not seriously) that she was 40... she laughed and admitted she was 59 years old. I was 38 at the time, so we had a 21 year difference between us. She caught me off guard and asked me if I was happy.. I asked her why.. she said she noticed me noticing her and saw me at times looking sad. I had admitted to her that I had lost my mother about a month prior and that it was hard for me as I was close to my mom and was still dealing with her estate and other details. Plus I admitted my wife was not very supportive of me dealing with this loss. She asked me if I had time over the weekend to stop by her house because she needed help with some things. I once again agreed without hesitation and asked her for her address and what day and time she would prefer.