FYI---Included in this tale will NOT be oversized dickeys or boobs--Nor will it contain ANAL sex, cruelty or will terms degrading to women be used. Birth control is practiced. If any of this or the fact of this disclaimer offends you please press the back arrow now.
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I work for a large company which has several sub divisions. Just off I-95 in South Carolina we have a large warehouse where two of those sub-divisions also have offices.
There being several hundred employees under one roof there is also a cafeteria. One day not long after I was transferred there I was eating lunch and noticed a pretty red head some distance away.
Over time I learned her name which was Rita. I also learned that she was a 39 year old widow having lost her husband about a year earlier. She was about 5'4" and I would estimate about 120 pounds. She was not a cover girl but could hold her own in any other contest and she had a wonderful smile.
Me? My first name on my original birth certificate was Robert after my father my middle name was Daniel after my uncle. As a youth the family began calling me Danny so as to avoid confusion. After my mother remarried her new husband adopted me. When it became time to officially change my name to I also reversed my first and middle names and became Daniel Robert Albertson. I was 43 at the time.
My birth father apparently took off when I was about six taking my younger sister with him. Later without having invited mom to the funeral he notified us that she had died. We've not heard from the no good SOB since.
At age 22 I married but when I had been married for about four years my wife died. Even after the mourning was over I never felt enough real love toward any woman I happened across to think of marriage.
Meanwhile my interests were cars, boats and airplanes plus Saturday Golf and a bit of tennis. Physically that made me about 180 pounds on a 5'11" frame. I sported a full head of dark hair which seemed occasionally to excite certain women for no good reason that I could comprehend.
One mid afternoon I happened to be in the cafeteria about three in the afternoon and I encountered Rita. We said "hi" and passed a few pleasantries. The next time that I was in the building during mid afternoon I made it my business to be at the coffee machine at three.
Sure enough Rita was there. Over the next month or so we progressed to sitting down together and becoming better aquatinted. Then along came Christmas. Our group always held an XMAS party. I invited Rita who accepted. We had a good time. We did not get together over Christmas itself but Rita invited me to be her date at her neighbors New Years Eve party.
We both stayed relatively sober and of course enjoyed a mid-night kiss. Later we found a dark corner and kissed seriously for the first time. Later on her front porch we kissed again and again this time with tongues. Her kids being home for XMAS break the situation did not allow us to go much further. I did feel though that after all these years of as a widower an awaking of deeper feelings.
Late one evening in mid January during a violent rain storm my doorbell rang. Although I was dressed only in my robe I answered the door. There stood Rita soaked to the skin cold and shivering violently. I got a hot shower started pushed her under as she explained that her car suffered a flat tire about two blocks away.
I started a blazing fire in my fire place then went back to the bathroom and opened the door enough to toss in a heavy towel robe. The shower was still running. A few minutes later I knocked and passed a Brandy through the partially open door setting it on the corner of the sink.
I returned to the living room and pulled the couch around to face the fire about five feet back from the hearth. Then I retrieved her wet clothes from the floor in front of the bathroom door and put them into the dryer. Leaving her a fluffy robe in exchange.
As I returned to the kitchen for another glass and the brandy bottle I heard Rita exclaim her delight at the fire. I reentered the living room and found Rita curled up cozy as a kitten in front of the fire. She sat up as I entered urging me to sit with her on the couch. As we settled in she tucked herself under my arm making herself comfortable there.
We didn't speak but simply sat sipping our brandy and enjoying the fire and each other company. After about fifteen minutes Rita broke the silence saying.
"Suddenly I'm happy that I got that flat." She smiled as we turned our faces toward each other and kissed.
After a moment our lips separated long enough for me to say. "Me too."
My hand slipped inside Rita's robe to seek and find her bare breast. Hearing no objection I cupped it in my palm and began to do my best to excite her nipple. I must have done well because very soon it was as erect and as hard as my penis.
After a another moment in that wonderful place I removed my hand and found the knot on the belt holding the robe together. As I began the process of gently unraveling it being not in a rush to break the mood the dryer sent it's harsh message that it had completed it assignment.
After another moment I had opened the robe enough to expose more of that kissable flesh when Rita pushed my hand away and stood saying.
"Oh well, I have to take this off anyway." With that she did that thing with her shoulders that women do and the robe fell to the floor. It was only another instant till my robe joined hers. We fell to the floor with our arms and legs intertwined around the other's naked body.
There with the radiant heat from the fire warming our skin we made love. And it was love. It was as if we had done this a hundred times before. No fumbles or false moves. She rolled onto her back her legs spread apart. I slipped between her legs. She raised her knees.
I moved my hard penis forward as it sought a home. Her pelvis raised up. Her vagina seeking to be filled thrust itself forward. Our opposite parts met and fitted themselves into one another like long lost friends reuniting after a long separation.
Never in it's life had my penis been so happy. Feeling as it did encased in that velvet tunnel where each of it's cells seemed to be touched and excited. As my penis grew even harder than I ever thought possible it seemed to touch more and more places deep within my new love. Somehow we climaxed together her pulsing contractions pulling the cum from my body in a manner which made my penis feel something like an out of control fire hose.
After a few minutes of recovery still in each other's arms Rita whispered.
"We seem to be cooked on that side, maybe we should roll over and do the other."
Without further comment we did just that. Still coupled we rolled over to the woman superior position. Seconds later Rita's lower legs were tight against my sides and my penis was swelling inside of her. Her hands rested on my shoulders. My hands were cupping her breasts as she made her first thrust. My crotch became soaked with the residue of our first encounter as we began our second.