It was a Thursday, a school day, and it was Lucy's tenth birthday.
Lucy's father, Roger, was away on business, so Lucy's birthday party was to be held the following Saturday. But as my present to her, on her actual birthday I took Lucy, Jason and Kim out to dinner at McDonalds, and then to a movie.
At the movies, I sat next to Kim, with Lucy and Jason sitting on the other side of her. As soon as the lights went out, Kim's hand found its way onto my thigh. I dropped my jacket onto my lap, to hide both her hand and the erection that it soon caused.
After the movies we returned to Kim's house. "Fancy a coffee?" she asked invitingly. "Sure, thanks," I replied. What I really fancy is you, I thought.
As soon as we were inside, Kim said to the children, "It's late, and there's school tomorrow. So shower, then bed. Lucy, use the shower in my bathroom."
Jason and Lucy left the room, and soon we could hear both showers running. Kim came up to me and put her arms around my neck. "Alone at last," I whispered. She giggled, and tilted her head up for a kiss. It was a deep and prolonged kiss, which left her a little breathless. She gasped as I squeezed her ass, and she rubbed her pussy against my cock.
We heard the showers turn off, so we went into the den and I sat on the couch. Kim turned on the TV and muted the sound, and then she sat next to me. A few minutes later Lucy and Jason came into the room, ready for bed. Lucy climbed onto my lap. "Thanks for tonight, Uncle Tim," she said. "It was fun." Then she kissed me on the cheek.
"Yes, thanks, Uncle Tim," said Jason. And they both scurried off to bed.
Kim got up and came back with a bottle of cognac. "How about something that's a little stronger than coffee?" she asked. "Yes, thanks," I said.
We sat and sipped the cognac. Much as I wanted to fuck Kim right there, I knew that it was too risky. So we talked. Probably for the first time since I had met her.
Now I had always thought of Kim as a fuck toy, and certainly it was something that she was very good at. And in fact, I thought that she was a bit of an airhead. But as we talked, I realised that I was wrong. Kim told me that she had become pregnant when she was eighteen, just after leaving school, and so she had never had the opportunity for any further education. But I discovered that she was quite knowledgeable, and it was enjoyable to talk with her. I thought about Kim and Roger's relationship, which I knew was tenuous at best. I suspected that their marriage only survived because Roger was away on business so much. What a pity that Kim is wasted on such an unappreciative jerk, I thought.
We talked until suddenly I realised that it was after midnight, so I got up to leave. Kim walked me to the front door. Then she put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. Both the cognac and Kim's company that evening were having an effect on me. As Kim broke off the kiss, suddenly I whispered, "I love you, Kim."