To Love Again


Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Safe Sex, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: To lose a spouse of many years can be devastating. But some of us get a second chance to love again, and some times it is even a blast from the past.

I've got a little story for you.

See, I'm not the prettiest chick you have ever seen. I'd give a five foot ruler a run for its money and over the years I've let myself go a bit. I've got broad shoulders and the arse to match. Biggish round tits, that gravity has been trying to take down for a while.

Anyway, I teach apprentices. One day I got this particular kid in my class. He's what many would call an Adonis. I looked at this kid and thought, 'Shit, he reminds me of an old boyfriend I'd had when I was an apprentice.'

At the time, I had to go to Brisbane for some of my training. I met this guy when I had gone out with a group of other apprentices on a night out. It turned into probably the hottest five weeks of my life.

I was a lot fitter and lighter in those days and have been told that I scrubbed up okay. I bumped into this guy at the bar and damn near spilt my 'Bundy Rum' on him. We got talking and I invited him back to the table.

He told me that he was between jobs and occasionally did gigs as a Gigolo. I could well believe it as he was sizzling. I laughed and told him, "Well that was me out of the picture. As a poor apprentice I barely had enough to pay for my own drinks let alone the entertainment too."

Nonetheless, we got on famously and he invited me back to his place. We couldn't go to mine because I was staying in a boarding house and we were not allowed to have guests.

The bod' was as hot as the face. The guy had the biggest long thick cock I'd ever handled by then or since and he certainly knew how to use it. I was buggered more ways than one by the next day.

As the weeks progressed he would pick me up from the residences after work and then drop me back in the morning or that evening. On the weekends he took me to a lot of different places in Fortitude Valley, Brisbane. I doubt many Brisbanian's especially back in the eighties would have known about some of them.

As much sex as we had we did like being together and doing other things as well. He had a wicked sense of humour, a quick brain and liked to debate many different topics with me. He loved holding my hand when we were out or have me sit beside him so he could hold my hand.

After five wonderful weeks I had to go home. I kissed him goodbye and left. He was an awesome boyfriend and I missed him after I left. I also thought of him fondly over the years.

Since then, I've had a couple of kids and got married, in that order. Almost two years ago my husband of many years died in a plane crash on the way to work. Now, it is just the cat and me.

My boys have their own homes and families to take care of.

Back to this kid.

We got talking and the kid tells me, "Women are the ban of my life, the same as for my dad."

He was on a real downer. When I looked at him I noticed this funny little kink in his ear lobe and I knew I had seen that uncommon formation before. I asked him to turn around so I could see the other side of his face. While confused, he complied.

Yep, he had the same diamond shaped birthmark just under his left jaw near his ear. I asked him to hold up his hand, palm out. His pointer finger was longer than his ring finger and the tip of his little finger kinked out.

I smiled and shook my head. "Did you dad live in Brisbane back in the eighties?" I asked.

Now he really looked at me strange. "Yes he did," he told me and he frowned hard.

The expression I remembered well. I had seen on his dad's face when he was thinking about an argument to come back at me with, when we had one of our marathon debates. This kid was a spitting image and about the same age as his dad had been when I had met him.

"Shit," he said. "You not Her are you?" he asked me.

I replied, "Sorry, I have no idea what you're on about."

"Where were you living when you think you meet my dad?"

"Maryborough," I told him.

He looked in awe of me. Then said sheepishly, "My dad said that this girl did something to him on his back, that no one else had ever done since," he stated.

I grinned at him, remembering Arians sensitive spot. I asked him, "Can I touch you?"

He agreed, so I stood and went behind him and touched him in the same spot. A shiver ran down the kid's spine. I went and sat down and lit up another smoke.

"Fuck," he said, then shook himself all over. "Did you know my dad would say that you were the only one, who remembered to look at his face and not just at his cock?"

I laughed out loud. Having frank conversations with my apprentices was common. They soon worked out I was no shrinking violet. I had been a tradie for many years and not much shocked me. I would give it to them straight, if the subjects wandered that way. They often did with guys who were in their late teens or early twenties as the ones I taught were.

"That wouldn't surprise me," I said, "he had a nice bod'. Actually, I vaguely remember him saying that he had met up with a couple of his exes at parties and they had come onto him. It wasn't until he said their names that they realised they in fact already knew him. I knew it pissed him off."

Joe nodded, "Yep, I have the same problem," he said. "I broke up with my last girlfriend a month ago. We had been going out together for two months. I met her at a friend's party on the weekend and she did the same thing. I was so disgusted I went home," he told me.

Obviously the reason for the downer he was feeling. I could feel his pain. To distract him and satisfy my own curiosity, I asked him, "So what's your dad doing these days?"

He smiled. "He got an apprenticeship after he met you same trade. Now he owns his own business, I work for him," he proudly told me.

"Cool, he was a smart cookie. We used to have some awesome debates."

"He is single again," he told me with a sly grin.

Joe knew I was too, so I had to laugh. It wasn't often I had an apprentice trying to fix me up with his dad. I asked him, "So how many times has he been married?"

He gave me a sobering look. Then Joe told me sadly, "He told me once that he only married my mum because he knew I was his. They split up when I was four and I've always lived with dad. He didn't marry again. I haven't seen my mum for years. I don't even know which state she lives in."

I touched the back of his hand, "Sometimes, thing don't work out how we think they should, huh!"

I had finished my durry so we went back to class. Later, as we were walking out at the end of the lesson he walked with me. "Hey Miss, would you like to meet up with my dad again?" he asked tentatively.

"Bloody hell! You don't want to shock the guy. I'm not the girl I used to be," I told him.

He looked me up and down and grinned, "Oh I think as far as my dad would be concerned you are." I looked at him trying to work out what he meant but he didn't say anything else.

The kid worked on me for the next two weeks whenever I saw him. I only work three days a week out of choice. When I had him in my class he would tell us things his dad had taught him or told him, in relation to the topic I was teaching.

I knew what he was doing. I was even more curious as to why the kid was trying to sell me on his dad so hard. Finally, on a Friday as we were walking out he said to me, "I told dad you were my teacher."

I said to him with a grin, "Did you tell him I was still just as short but now old and fat to boot?"

"Yep," he said.

So I punched him in the arm gently. You have to be careful touching you students, even as a Lady Trade Teacher. He laughed and then a more serious note he said, "He would still like to meet you. How about you meet us for coffee in the mall, you pick the time and the café?"

I was dubious. I have not dated since my husband died and wasn't sure if I was ready. I had been with him for a long time and you don't just forget someone you loved and lived with for years, in a couple of minutes.

"Just coffee," I said.

"Cool, where and when?" He was striking while the iron was hot. He had a lot of his dad in him, I decided.

I had to laugh. "The one across from the book store, around ten thirty?" I said. Wondering what the hell I was getting into.

He gave me the biggest grin and I could see that he had all of his dad's charm. He rushed off saying over his shoulder, "We will be there tomorrow Miss, see yah."

So I go home. I was soon speculating as to what the hell I was going to wear. I'm one of these weird chicks that don't actually give a shit about clothes. I'd worn work clothes most of my life and at home these days I lived in a cotton nightie or shorts and a T-shirt if I went out.

My lack of care for clothes or fashion drives my mum nuts. I think I own a couple of dresses but I couldn't remember when I last put one on. In reality, they probably didn't fit anymore. Then I couldn't remember if I had thrown them out or not?

So throwing caution to the wind, I dressed in my knee-length denim shorts and a nice fat-girl type T-shirt that I wore every other day. I don't wear make-up but I do wear glasses. With trepidation, I headed to the mall to meet my old beau.

I saw Joe sitting with a guy who had the exact same height and build. He was just a bit thicker with age but still in good nick. He had his back to me. I could see he had the same haircut, 'short back and sides' and the longer dark blond curls on top. I had never actually gotten into blondes but on Arian and Joe, it looked good.

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