There's an old saying that 'life begins at 40.' Well, for me, it was 38.
But to backtrack a bit. My names Garry McQueen and I'm 38 years old with a fair few ups and downs on the way. I'm just over six foot, sandy blonde hair, fairly fit - not quite a six pack, but certainly a four pack - from running, swimming and gym visits. I'm a successful structural engineer with my own company, live in a large house with pool in Bournemouth on England's South coast, with the beach at the end of our cul-de-sac and sea views from the upstairs rooms. The downstairs has to make do with views of the pool and gardens.
Sounds good? Yeah, but I've had my share of relationship problems and tragedies over the years. My first wife, a typical blonde bombshell who worked as a trainee Solicitor in a local firm, ended up hooking up and running off with a senior partner in the law firm only three years into our marriage. I moped and licked my wounds for a year after, then followed a chain of meaningless or disastrous relationships before four years later I hooked up and married within months, Sophia.
Sultry with Latina or Italian looks, large soulful brown eyes and long black hair, Sophia looked a few years younger than her 27 years when I met her. I was 28 at the time and the only small drawback with Sophia was that she came with a 'family package' of a young 10 year old girl, Lucia. But I was in love and lust so much with Sophia that I welcomed Lucia into the fold as if she was my own daughter.
Lucia had a combination of her mother's stunning dark looks with an oriental twist from her Samoan father - who Sophia had met when he was a London club bouncer, but walked out on the family when Lucia was only four. As a result, Lucia hardly remembers her father, and I happily became the main father figure in her life.
Sophia was insatiable and we had a very active sex life, fucking at every opportunity. She was one of the first women who could take all of my eight-inch cock down her throat, and she would cum almost non-stop when I fucked her, bouncing from one orgasm to the next. She admitted only months into our relationship that she also loved anal, but was nervous trying it with me because of my size.
But trying was half the fun, and after the fourth or fifth time with lots of licking in preparation and tons of lube, I was able to go balls deep in her ass and give her one of the biggest orgasms of her life. Her pussy juice would simply stream out and coat my balls and thighs as I hammered away and she screamed in ecstasy, 'Oh God, fuck me, fuuuck my ass. FUUUUUCK MEEEE!'
But those glory days were short-lived, as 7 years later, at the age of 34, Sophia was diagnosed with breast cancer, and eighteen months later we lost her. So then it was just me and Lucia alone.
I spent almost a year in a grey funk, unable to shake off my grief, though I reminded myself that I also had to put on a brave face for Lucia who was also grieving terribly. So there were a lot of emotional and consoling hugs between the two of us in that period, though my grief seemed to be more ingrained than Lucia's and harder to lift out of, with Lucia showing deep concern one day.
'Have you actually seen anyone else since mum passed away, Garrad? It's been a year now?'
'Garrad' was Lucia's nickname for me, a cross between Garry and Dad, because neither seemed to fit 100%. I shook my head morosely. 'No, I haven't. Don't think I could face another relationship right now.'
She looked at me thoughtfully. 'Come on, Garrad, you're a good looking guy. You can't sit at home and mope forever.'
'Just watch me,' I sighed, looking down again.
Lucia's hand went on my shoulder then, gently stroking. 'Mum wouldn't want to see you like this. She'd want you to find love again, or at least get back in the saddle.' She gave a gentle smile. 'It hasn't stopped me seeing boys this past five or six months.'
I forced a smile as I appraised her. Wearing her normal 'house-wear' of only panties with a long T-shirt, it was easy to see why boys fancied her. At 18, she'd turned into a stunning young woman. It couldn't have been easy for Lucia either, losing her mother just as she was discovering her sexuality and womanhood. So, she was more or less saying that she'd put all of that on hold for six months to handle her grief, and that should have been more or less enough for me. I shook my head. 'I don't know. I still don't think I'm ready yet.'
She shook my shoulder more firmly. 'Yes, you are. Just that you don't know it yet. And I'm going to help you.'
Whether intentionally or not, as Lucia leant over to hug me slightly, he thighs parted a fraction, giving me a clearer view of her pink panties beneath her T-shirt. Shamefully, I felt my cock get a bit chubbier in my trousers and I quickly looked away.
The 'help' Lucia had in mind was getting me on online dating sites to test the water. I tried my best, more for Lucia's sake than my own, but there were more failures than success in the eighteen months that followed, and certainly the next 'love of my life' remained out of reach.
In contrast, Lucia's love life seemed to be going full throttle. She seemed to have a different boyfriend every other week and three months shy of her 19th birthday settled into a longer term relationship with Jake, an anglo-Jamaican boy and fellow student at Bournemouth college. A year older than Lucia, I liked Jake and was happy for her.
What didn't help was the contrast underlined to my own pathetic dating efforts in that period by hearing Lucia and Jake in the bedroom two doors away with Lucia calling out at points, 'Oh FUCK ME, Jake.... FUUUUUUCK ME. GIVE IT TO ME GOOD.'
That was also the period when Lucia started her 'at home' Yoga classes. It started off with just small groups from her college of two or three, then finally expanded to almost forty - all girls and between 18-26 - spread over six days. She only had Sundays off. I'd meanwhile had the downstairs sun room overlooking the pool converted into a purpose built studio with slatted wood flooring.
So during that period, Lucia would walk around in either her Yoga leotard or her usual panties and T-shirt over. I'd discovered porn a while back - Sophia and I loved fucking to it, and I had a large full screen flat TV opposite our bed for that purpose - and it also became a refuge of comfort and release after she died. Even moreso after dates that hadn't gone well or after spying Lucia and her nubile yoga class in their leotards - there was a narrow strip of glass in the door to the studio, so I'd know when it was occupied. When it wasn't, I'd go in to lift weights or use the rowing machine at one end.
Then one hot Saturday afternoon, after viewing Lucia and three of her yoga class friends dive into the pool after their class, I fired up my laptop linked to the TV and knocked one out while watching some of my porn favourites. And again one night after hearing Lucia and Jake in a particularly heavy session, with Lucia gasping out, 'Oh FUCK ME, JAKE.... FUCK ME HARD.... DEEEEPER.... HAAARDER.... FUUUUCK ME' minutes later I once again had my 8-inch cock lubed up and in my hand as I watched some of my favourite porn videos. And twenty minutes later I was cumming harder than I had for a while, splashing as high as my chest.
A few months later, four months after Lucia's 19th birthday, I passed by her room and thought I heard gentle sobbing inside. I knocked gently and went in, asking her 'What was wrong?'
'Oh, Garrad. Jake and I split up.. She sniffled. 'And I thought we were so good together, had a future. How wrong was I?'
I gave her a consoling hug. 'It's okay, Lucia. You're still very young. There'll be other guys you like... and I'm sure one special one is still out there.'
In response to her mumbled, unsure, 'I don't know,' I gave her a firmer hug and pulled back slightly, appraising her. 'After all, look at you... you're gorgeous. You'll have to beat them away from the door with a stick.' I smiled slyly. 'Or I will.'
