a new love

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It was a little over a year since Thomas had gotten divorced. He'd grown used to his little apartment, and soon found he enjoyed his new found freedom. At 51, he was as robust and fit as he'd been when he was 21. His jet black hair was only mildly speckled with grey - he didn't bother to dye it, since it made him more dignified. He was broad shouldered and strong from regular visits to the gym. He was naturally rugged and good-looking, looking at once rough and hardy, and cool and civilized. He had no trouble attracting women, and who wouldn't be attracted to a handsome, mature, and successful gentleman. There were plenty of divorced 40-somethings who might be interested.

Yet Thomas' attention fell on the girl next door. And just a girl she was! She was young enough to be his daughter. Yet she was just so beautiful and so sweet. They were good aquantances, she and him. Sometimes, he even found herself offering her fatherly advice. Though thier relationship was purely platonic, Thomas had always found himself staring at her. That was what attracted him to her in the first place. She had such a beautiful body, Thomas found he couldn't help but stare at her. Sometimes, he even got an erection, if he looked too long. At first, he scolded himself for just being dirty. Especially after she'd innocently gone up to him and introduced herself. What sort of filthy man was he? But after a while, Thomas just accepted what he was doing. She was just so damn pretty... If only I was 30 years younger[\i], he thought, stepping out onto his balcony one fine Friday afternoon after returning from work, just in time to catch his neighbor setting out on her afternoon jog.
 
Twenty-two year old Gabi finished her stretches, lifting her arms above her head then slowly lowering them. She grabbed at her ankles behind her back, first one, then the other, as she looked up and around. Catching sight of Thomas on his porch she smiled and waved up at him.

Thomas was her next door neighbor, having moved in not that long ago. Having grown up without a father, Gabi often found herself turning to the tall, handsome older man to talk about different things -- her hopes, her dream to open up a dance school someday for underprivileged kids, her studies, and even, on occasion, the lamentable state of her dating life.

But how could she concentrate on so many boys when she had such a handsome man next door? Oh, she had harbored a crush on the older man since the first time she met him. She had made cookies for the new neighbor and had brought them over, introducing herself to him and letting him know that whatever he needed she was just right next door. There were times she had gone to bed thinking about him next door, wondering if he slept in boxers or naked, if he was cut or uncut... things she shouldn't really be thinking about her neighbor, but unable to help imagining.
 
Thomas smiled and waved at Gabi. She reminded him so much of his daughters, with her exotic beauty and ample bust. That had been part of the reason he was repulsed at his initial attraction to her, but now he didn't mind too much. He admired the way her sleek, supple body flexed and flowed as she stretched, especially the way her breasts shifted. Fortunately, the railing hid the bulge in his slacks as he watched.

"Good afternoon, Gabi," he called out. "How are you today?" Small talk was the least he could do to not seem so creepy. He wished he could do more. "Just going out?"
 
Gabi shifted her shoulders under her tank top, partly to make her breasts move under his gaze, and partly to be comfortable. Her tan skin shone under the afternoon sun, and her usually curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

"Hi, Thomas! I'm okay. Just going out for a jog to the market. I forgot I had no peppers for dinner tonight and I'm making fajitas. Want me to bring you something?" Like some chocolate sauce to have you lick off me, she thought to herself as she looked up at the man.
 
"No thank you, I'm fine," smiled Thomas, admiring the way she shifted her breasts inside her shirt. They were almost as big, if not bigger, than his wife's. He wondered what they would feel like in his hands.

"Though do you mind if I join you for dinner tonight. Fajitas sound delicious!" He was sincere about that. Though he fantasized about one day going over just to take Gabi into his arms and fuck her, he was more behaved and civilized. He'd just go, have dinner, chat, then come home and masturbate himself to sleep to visions of Gabi moving her sleek toned body, flexing her taunt young tummy, and shaking her enormous boobs in a seductive dance all for him.
 
Gabi grinned and nodded. "Absolutely! I was actually going to ask if you wanted to join me. I think I got too much meat, and I'd love a man with a healthy appetite to come over and eat." me she finished in her mind. She winked at him. "Seven-thirty okay?" she called as she started to formulate some thoughts in her mind. She was going to get dressed up nicely for him, and set the table in a really nice way with some chilled wine, maybe that Roscato she had purchased the other day...

Letting the thoughts percolate in her mind, she playfully blew Thomas a kiss and headed off. She had things to buy before tonight, and tonight... well... she hoped it would be more than just some conversation.


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Later that evening....

She was dressed to impress in a gray mini skirt that showed off her toned, tan legs, and a pale blue diamond-shaped halter top that stretched to cover her 36D breasts and tied at her back in a few thin strings. Her feet, however, were bare, and her copper-painted toes wiggled on the linoleum as she checked on the warming tortillas in the mini oven. Thomas would be over soon and everything had to be perfect.

She moved the peppers and onions on the pan deftly with her spatula one more time, hearing them sizzle before setting the burner to warm, along with the seasoned meat and the seasoned rice in the rice cooker. Surveying her small kitchen she nodded to herself before moving to the fridge to grab the cheese, salsa, sour cream, and guacamole for the fajitas and setting them on the table in the dining room area of the apartment, just off the kitchen.

She was taking the wine out of the fridge when she heard the knock. Smiling she put the wine on the counter and made her way to the door, checking the peephole before opening the door.

"Hi! Right on time. Come on in," she said with a wide smile as she stepped aside.
 
Thomas grinned when Gabi blew him a kiss. If he didn't know better, he'd think she was flirting with him. He watched her run off, then return some time later, her breasts bouncing up and down as she ran. While she prepared dinner, he went inside to prepare himself.

At 7:30 sharp, he arrived at Gabi's doorstep, smartly dressed in tan slacks, a polo shirt, and loafers. He was taken by surprise at Gabi's appearence.

"Wow!" he said. "You look - stunning. You didn't have to get all dressed up just for me." He couldn't help but admire the way her dress was pulled tightly over her breasts, and the way the outline of her tummy molded the fabric. He was glad he'd taken some time to jack off, or else he might get an erection from such a gorgious sight.
 
"I like looking pretty for you, Thomas." She said with a twirl, her mini skirt rising slightly with the movement. She laughed softly, and ushered him in. "The veggies and the meat are actually just finished cooking so go ahead and take a seat. I'll bring out all the fixin's and we can eat." She reached the counter and took the wine, opening the drawer for the corkscrew, and then placing both of them on the table. "Mind pouring the wine while I get this stuff out?" she asked as she moved, sashaying her hips lightly as she walked, making her heart-shaped rear jiggle lightly with each movement.

The table was already set with white square plates with a cherry blossom design in black on bamboo placemats, wide-bottom wine glasses, and forks, knives, spoons, and napkins. The high table had stool-type seats with backs, all the color of espresso, and there were lit red tapered candles matching dark brown wood holders.

She put the meat and vegetables in two large plates, and the rice in two small bowls, moving back and forth between the table and the kitchen, moving her hips as she walked. Setting the rice down before his plate and her own, she smiled and took a seat across from him.

"Bon Appetit!" She said with a laugh.
 
The setting looked so romantic, observed Thomas. He watched Gabi sashay off into the kitchen, trying to catch a glimpse of her bouncing breasts. He expertly poured the wine, his skills honed in from years of romantic dates with his ex. He smiled as the food was brought out for him.

"This looks delicious," he smiled, passing Gabi her glass. "You have this place done up like a 5 star restaurant. But I suppose that is only a reflection of your cooking." He playfully lifted his glass. "What shall we drink to?"
 
Her unfettered breasts bounced lightly as she hopped on her stool and adjusted herself, her nipples poking lightly against the fabric at his attentions. She acted as if she didn't notice and let him ogle her. She wanted him to ogle her.

"Well growing up my mother always taught me that when you invite someone to dinner it should be done up right. I thought you might like a nice candlelit homemade dinner. I like candlelight personally. I think the light playing around does mysterious things to a person's features." She grinned, taking her glass and holding it up. At his question, she thought a moment. "Um.. how about to good company, good food, and good times? May tonight be a night to remember?" she asked softly, her eyes sultry in the firelight.
 
"A night to remember indeed," Thomas said hungrily. He was more interested in the gorgious young woman in front of him than the actual food, though that did taste good. He stared at Gabi's massive breasts and her nipples poking out of her shirt.

As they ate, he tried to make small talk, mostly to distract him and her from his lust. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. Though as the dinner wore on, he started to get the feeling she was intentionally trying to arouse him. Is she flirting with me[\i], he thought. It was okay if she was. He'd welcome it. He wanted more than anything to just ravish her right then and there.
 
She ate some, but mostly she watched him enjoy her food. She didn't want to be crazy obvious about her desire for him. After all, he was old enough to be her dad and he surely wouldn't want some kid when he could have any woman he wanted. As they finished the main course, she stood to get the ice cream and chocolate sauce, and whipped cream from the fridge. "I hope you don't mind. For dessert I thought we could make some sundaes. I have neopolitan ice cream, and some chocolate sauce and whipped cream. Unfortunately no nuts, though, since I'm allergic. I hope that's okay."

She smiled at him as she brought the items in question out as well as the ice cream scoop and two bowls. She popped the lid on the chocolate sauce and it accidentally squirted some over his hand.

"Oh... I'm so sorry. Here, let me get that," she said and took his hand in hers, reaching out to use her finger to scoop up the chocolate syrup and brought it to her lips, sucking on her fingertip, while watching him with a heated gaze.
 
Thomas chuckled a little when the chocolate sauce splattered on his hand. He didn't chuckle when Gabi wiped it off and licked her finger. It looked - erotic. He let his eyes wander to her chest again. He made up his mind. She was flirting with him. Tonight, he decided to approach her. Perhaps after dinner, in the living room He slowly ate his dessert, and thanked her for the delightful meal.

"Do you mind if I help you clean up?" he offered.
 
She ate her ice cream slowly, watching him. When he offered to help her clean up she shook her head. "No you don't have to. I can get it. I just need to put the leftovers in the fridge and the dishes in the dishwasher. But.. we're having such a good time, so why don't you take the wine to the living room and we can continue our conversation there? I'd hate for the night to end right now." He could help her if he wanted to. She didn't want him to feel obligated to do so. He was her guest, after all.

He hadn't really said or done anything about the chocolate sauce incident and she honestly felt a little embarrassed. What had she been thinking trying to seduce the man who obviously liked looking at her, but probably thought she was too young for him?
 
There wasn't much for Gabi to clean up, so Thomas didn't feel too guilty about retreating to the living room. He was was working himself up into a frenzy just thinking about how he'd approach Gabi, without acting too much like a creep. He wanted her - wanted her badly. He sat down in the living room, and awaited her to join him In the meantime, he tried to make himself as suave and attractive as he could.
 
Finishing in the kitchen, she made her way to the living room, taking a seat beside him on the couch, glasses in hand. She poured them both some wine and smiled at him as she folded her leg beneath her, her other leg dangling off the couch, her skirt high , barely covering her intimate parts, her bare asscheeks on the dark brown fabric , the red lace thong that barely covered her mound riding lightly up her rear as she adjusted herself on the sofa. "I'm glad you liked the food, Thomas," she said softly.
 
"It was very delicious, thank you," Thomas said with a gracious smile. He casually draped his arm over her shoulder. "You'd make a man a fine wife," he said. He gently cupped his hand around her shoulder and gently eased her closer to him.
 
She laughed and shook her head. "Now you sound like my mother," she muttered as she snuggled closer to his body, her head moving to rest on his shoulder, her curls softly lying against his shoulder. "I don't know if I'm ready to be a wife yet. So many guys my age just want ass, not a wife. Personally, I wanted to wait til I finished school before becoming someone's wife." She shrugged lightly. "But this is nice, too. Being able to spend time with someone I actually enjoy being around, instead of pretending to be interested in some guy talking about himself."
 
"You're a really beautiful woman," continued Thomas. "You deserve someone who appreciates you for your beauty and your talent. It is a pity college boys are so obsessed with sex. I remember what it was like to be that age. Not exactly the best of times, now that I look back on how foolish I once was."
 
"You really think I'm beautiful?" She asked with a smile as she nibbled on her lower lip, her eyes hopeful. "I think you're really handsome, Thomas. Sexy, even. Why is it you're not with someone? What are you doing hanging out with a kid like me?" She had often wondered about it, but it was the first time she actually asked him.
 
Gabi sure knew how to get down to business. She thought he was sexy. That inflated Thomas' ego.

"You really think so?" he asked, a smug grin crossing his face. "It sounds strange, coming from such a pretty young thing like you. You think I'm sexy?" Thomas wanted to make sure he'd heard correctly before he went ahead with the next stage of his plan. "And for the record, I have two beautiful daughters, and had been married to a beautiful woman. I know a beautiful woman when I see one, and you, Gabi, are a beautiful woman."
 
She giggled softly and nodded. "I do think you're sexy, Thomas. You're the sexiest man I've ever met." Blushing at his assertion that she was beautiful, she looked down and played with the hem of her skirt. He was sexy in that Liam Neeson kind of way -- in his 50's and still hot.

Gabi then looked back at him. "But you didn't answer my question, Thomas. Why do you hang out with a kid like me when you could have any woman you want? I mean I know Ms. Octavio from 3C has been giving you the eye and she's pretty."

And Gabi had been jealous, though she really couldn't figure out why, when Ms. Octavio, the widow neighbor in 3C had tried to flirt with Thomas right in front of her at the pool the other day. It was all Gabi could do not to dunk her in the pool and tell her to cool off.
 
"Because it's you I love," Thomas smiled. He reached over and touched Gabi's cheek with his other hand. "I know you're young, but you make me feel so alive whenever I'm with you. I love your company, and I love you. I haven't felt this way about a woman since I dated my the girl who would be my wife - hell, it was she who was dating me, not the other way around. I was just a dumb kid back then. But you're the one I really love. It's a pity it's taken me this long to find you." He leaned over, and kissed Gabi lightly on the mouth.
 
Gabi sat shocked a moment. Had he said what she thought he said? "Really?" she squeaked as she felt him touch her cheek. She couldn't help it, she sighed softly as her eyes fluttered closed. He kissed her then, a sweet kiss, and she returned it, though it only made her hotter.

She had wanted this man since she brought him cookies the night he had moved in. He hadn't been like other older men and leered at her. Instead he had treated her kindly, with respect, and like a person. She had liked that about him. They had developed a close acquaintance, and if anyone would have asked she would have said Thomas was her friend.
 
For Gabi to accept Thomas' kiss was one thing. For her to return it was another. Thomas felt blood surge to his penis. He slipped his other arm under her shoulder and pulled her close until her breast pressed against his chest. He deepened the kiss, running his tongue over her lips.
 
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