She stood at the bus stop in the rain. She hadn't prepared for rain. It was December after all.

"Stupid weather in Buffalo!" she said out loud. A car sped by, splashing her from head to toe with cold water. "Asshole!" she screamed.

She was so angry; she didn't see him walk up.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "I saw what that moron did."

She spun around with a wet angry face, which turned into a soft smile when she looked at his face. He was tall, wearing impeccable clothing, expensive shoes, and he held an umbrella over her. His face was warm and gentle, with salt and pepper hair. His eyes were deep brown, almost chocolate.

"Oh, yeah. He really got me. I wasn't prepared for such heavy rain."

"Please," he said. "Let me give you a lift home. You're soaked to the bone."

"Oh, thank you, but..." She hesitated. She knew the danger involved in accepting his offer, but he looked so kind. "Well, uh...okay. That would be very nice. Thank you."

As they walked to his car, he sheltered her with his umbrella, opened the car door for her and flashed a kind smile as she got in. She didn't feel any fear. He seemed to radiate warmth.

Her apartment building was across town. She told him her life story, then thought maybe she should be quiet for a while. He finally broke the silence by telling her he was an engineer. She learned he was a young widower. His wife had died several years earlier. He had no children. He was alone. She became fascinated with this older man. Thus, when he pulled up to her building, she looked directly into his deep, dark eyes and asked him to come in for dinner. He didn't accept right away.

"Just so you know," he finally said. "I didn't give you a ride to get lucky. I really felt badly for you."

"I know," she said softly. "You were so kind. Please come in for dinner."

"Well, okay," he responded.

"Um...but let's keep an open mind," she said with a sexy smile.

She gave him a glass of wine while she showered and quickly put on makeup. Her hair...well, there just wasn't time. She went with the wild look. She prepared a lovely dinner They genuinely enjoyed themselves.

"This is it," she thought. "I'm doing it." She gave him her sexiest look.

"Would you like to move to the couch? It's much more comfortable."

He'd had two large glasses of wine. He was lonely and with a beautiful woman - his first date since his wife had died.

"That would be lovely," he said.

He smelled incredible! After sitting and chatting for just a few minutes, she gave him a better view of her breasts by opening one more button. She was surprised when he placed his hand on her knee. That was all that was necessary. She pressed her lips against his. His hand found her hip, then slid under her skirt. He had forgotten how complicated it was to undo skirts and bra straps, but it finally happened. She stood before him in tiny pink panties.

"My turn now," she giggled, as she ripped off his tie, then shirt. In all the flailing she had undone his belt, so his pants were around his ankles.

"I must look pretty sexy," he joked.

"Actually, you do," she said through a Cheshire Cat smile. "Good enough to eat, so I think I will." In a flash she pushed him back on the couch, removed his shoes and socks, pants and briefs. His cock was already beginning to rise. She was glad to see he wasn't fully erect. She loved to feel a cock harden in her mouth. As she sucked, she cupped his balls in the palm of her hand so gently. He ran his hands through her hair. She loved that. He was sexy and he was gentle. He was her shining knight. He had rescued her. She kissed up and down his cock, then up and down his thighs.

He sprawled on the couch, legs apart. She climbed on his hard cock. It wasn't too big, just right for straddling without slamming her cervix. She pulled his legs up.

"Have you ever done Amazon?" she whispered.

"No...I don't ...I don't know what that is."

"Well, you just have to find out."

"Okay," he said. "What do I do?"

"Just what you're doing right now. Let me do the moving. After all, you earned this."

"But," he argued. "I told you I didn't give you a ride to earn any...favors."

"It wasn't the ride," she said. "It's because I can feel love coming out of you. Love and genuine kindness are sexy as hell." She kissed him and began riding up and down.

"You like it when I fuck you?"

"Oh, yes!" he gasped. "So good!"

She rode him slowly, stopping just at the head of his cock to squeeze with her pussy lips. She moved her legs slightly closer together to increase the tightness for him. Rubbing her hands on his chest, she rode him faster, more intensely. She was on the edge. He was also. At last, they were ready to cum together. She looked at him again, right in his eyes.

"Cum with me, baby," she commanded. "Cum in my pussy!"

He exploded in her as she came so hard on his cock. He fell backwards on the sofa. She landed on top of him, her face on his chest.

"That was incredible," he said between breaths. "I wasn't even sure I could do it."

"Oh, I knew you could," she said. "After all. You're a gentleman."