Foreword:
This story is complete fiction and nothing about it is real. Everyone is way over 18 and the Spanish goddess has a heavy Latino accent. To add realism to her dialog I typed the words as though I heard her speak them in my mind, and they are not typos. Therefore while reading them, sound out the syllables since it is how she pronounces the words to the best of my ability anyway. Being around Hispanics like I have for years gave me insight to write this and some of her accent I made up to add interest. I hope you enjoy my fantasy fling, I really enjoyed creating it.
By D. Byron Post
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I just walked out of the courthouse and proceeded to the parking lot, I heard the birds chirping and other sounds filling the air as life for everything else went on like normal. I felt alone and numb as I got into my Luxury SUV, one of the few remnants I had left of a once, nice, happy, lifestyle. Now it finally hit me, I was irrevocably divorced. She wanted it over a year ago and did everything to pay for and initiate it. Slowly realizing I was now homeless and jobless the hopeless feeling of depression started to set in. The drive home was mindless and as I pulled into my parent's driveway I wondered how I got there. Decades of going to their house had wired my brain into autopilot.
Fast forward 5 years, being 50 Plus now I still had not even been on a date, not sure if I wanted a relationship or not. Oh I wanted, no needed to be with a woman after having made long, sensual, passionate love for over 2 decades of marriage. Trying on-line dating sites turned me off even more as the supposed women in foreign lands in the chat rooms trained to entice lonely old men out of their money with fake pictures and fake names. Or at the other extreme were desperate lonely women way over weight with photos that magically hide the obesity. None of the women I found remotely attractive who seemed legit, wanted anything to do with me. They had one excuse after another, never answered the "flirt" or what ever I sent them. I was not going to waste money on that each month. So my self esteem was shot from rejection and being laid off several times the last few years in the horrible economy. I had no money to date, let alone do anything thing like the normal life I had just a few years earlier. So now I lived like a pauper and a hermit. I was unemployed for over a year, then only working part time at several different jobs over the next few years.
Then last year I finally got what seemed like the perfect job I loved again, being the company computer person.
I was very good at it having done it for 2 decades and enjoyed being able to help the staff with any issues that arose. Some issues were very simple like shutting the printer off or telling them to reboot. I created programs and macros which made life easier for all of us at work. I have to get rid of viruses from time to time and do other highly technical tasks on the network as well. I was now also the maintenance man it seemed as the position become open. I am good with my hands and simple tasks like changing light bulbs and painting come up constantly were among the easier things I did. Being one of the few guys I get called upon a lot. I keep my tools in my SUV all the time now for just such cases. Since my schedule can be flexible, I can run and do something quickly when the need arises. They have come to depend on me for the odd jobs as well as computer support. I love being needed now for all my tasks, and I switch hats as they say constantly throughout the day. Not like before at some companies where I was just another number on the time clock in a revolving front door workplace so to speak.
I was the I.T. Guy as someone said coming up with a new title for my new position. They had no on staff I.T. person before so they loved the fact that I could come quickly and solve an issue instead of waiting days. This was my new lease on life and I loved the job. Everything was as normal as could be in a great recession. I still live like a pauper on the part time salary but did'nt have to worry too much about having enough money to meet my meager expenses. I was still not dating or anything resembling being remotely close to a woman except interactions at work. This plagued me constantly and I was way long past time to be with a woman again. I dreamed and fantasized about just holding a woman let alone making passionate love to her as I had done so many times before during marriage. Both of my previous marriages were to very large women though and moving into their houses since I still lived with my parents. I got married to them each time partially to get away from my parents. After the first divorce it was back to my parents since I did not have anywhere to live. Then after losing a lot of extra weight while working out constantly, I took the next two years to get my life back on track. But needing be with a woman again I got married the second time.
Being attractive in shape and as she would soon find out a fantastic lover having 10 years of practice married to the first wife. I did love both my wives a lot and they were both very voluptuous and they taught me how to make love to them and how to treat them with respect. I could not help but worship their huge breasts. After my second divorce I yearned to be with a slender woman though. Wearing glasses, being skinny and way too shy in high school to even ask anyone out, I missed my opportunity to be with someone young and slim. Both wives were older than me so I have no idea what it is like to be with a gorgeous, slender, younger woman. Now at 50+ that is a long gone, missed opportunity and I kick myself saying, if only I knew then what I know now. My luck was about to take a 180 turn for the better and make a life long fantasy come true of being with a slender gorgeous woman.
We worked together and I met with her more and more frequently as computer issues arose now and then. I was attracted to her from the beginning since she was many inches shorter than me and slender or so it seemed at first. I joked she looked like a child sometimes when I saw her from afar. She had just turned 40 though, but to me she looked late twenties. Her straight black hair framed her face exquisitely with bangs on top. Her hair style reminded me of the much younger Terri Nunn of band Berlin back in the 1980's except it was all black. It was one of my favorite hair styles and I loved black haired women for some reason.
They say gentlemen prefer blonds, maybe since I preferred dark haired women I thought of myself as a rebel, and in fact I was quite a loner and did not go with the norm. She was Hispanic and her bronze colored skin was exquisite with just the tiniest hint of dark hair on her forearms. I have soft dark wispy haired forearms, legs and chest and somehow was intoxicated by women who had slight body hair. Her eyebrows were very thick black and more than manly. But her face was that of a goddess, perfect in every detail. Her large dark eyes and small nose were very appealing to me. Her figure although very slender was far from skinny or boney. Her breasts jutted out past the sides of her frame but only noticeable in certain tops.
It was almost like she was two different women. If she wore baggy comfortable cloths she seemed to have no figure at all. She looked way more slender and there was no hint of the exquisite sensual shape that lay beneath. I reasoned since she was so attractive she made herself down and wore baggy cloths. She did wear makeup but the newer fresh look I guess they call it. But the few days she wore a tight knit dress or tight top, her figure was stunning and very curvy, not too athletic but very fine.
Her oh so narrow waist was contrasted by her curvy butt which was very stunning to me in a particular dress she wore once a month or so. Not fat but very shapely and very grab-able and an enticing giggle that had my loins stirring. In the right shirt her cleavage keep me on my toes not to stare so blatantly that it made her self-conscious which I inadvertently did from time to time.
To me she was a goddess, the rare combination of female attributes passed on from ions of mating to form her into an exquisite female. Her voice was soft and slightly lower and she would blurt out excitedly from time to time. Her Hispanic accent was mesmerizing to me. She was very emotional and she laughed constantly, she smiled effortlessly and her perfect teeth made me stare at her mouth and soft full lips. This drew me to want to be near her and I found myself drawn to her. I came out of my I.T. hole whenever I heard her distinctive voice.
She was in the copier/printer room frequently getting supplies and making copies which she needed to do often. This was a central gathering place for most of us throughout the day as we did the days work on computers. Anastasia was her name and she was to me a Spanish Goddess. She was in her second marriage I found out through various conversations we had, and obviously had taken good care of herself.
One day I noticed she was crying as she wiped the tears from her eyes to hide her shame. I was one of the first to find out the issue being the IT guy, her information needed to be changed in the computer system. No words were spoken as to exactly what was wrong though.
"Seniorita," as I called her, "What's wrong?" I said quietly.
She looked into my eyes as she used one finger to wipe her flowing tears from her cheeks.
"Eats Ova!" she blurted in her Hispanic accent shaking papers at me.
"What's over?" I said.
She just shook her head and clinched her mouth; her lips trembling as she tried in vain to hold back the crying and tears. She was shaking her gorgeous head and looking up slightly to get the hair off her face and looked up at the ceiling trying to compose herself and speak. As her eyes welled up with tears again she put her head back down, hair falling forward as she was shaking her head. She was too upset to utter a sound, wiping the cascading tears from her face with her fingers and thumbs. I could barely make out the all too familiar look of legal divorce documents she clutched in her hand.
As she got up and tried to walk away she started to wobble and was about to fall over from her state of shock. I instantly lunged forward and grabbed her in a bear hug from behind and she fell back to me. I was surprised at how light she felt as she leaned on me. Being a virgin til age 22 and getting married to a large woman I never held a slender lady ever. Being with very large women I could normally not get my arms around, I was amazed I could wrap my arms all the way around her. She was like a child in my muscular arms. As I eased my squeeze on her,
"Hold me, Hold me." she quietly said and was trembling as she started to cry uncontrollably.
I helped her move to the nearest chair and she fell into it.
