Last Christmas, the Kim family moved into our neighborhood, injecting a burst of vitality into our otherwise aging community. As someone in his late 30s, recently navigating the waters of divorce, I found the presence of this young family to be a refreshing change. The Kims, who had married young, had a daughter, Hana, who was 19 – an age that surprised me, given their youthful appearance. My interactions with them, especially during the icy winter months, brought a sense of camaraderie and warmth to my life. I found myself teaching their children to skate, sharing laughs on the ice, and helping them navigate the cultural nuances of North America. Their struggle with English and the challenges of forming new friendships naturally led me to take on an almost fraternal role.

Among them, Hana stood out. Petite and slender, with her ebony-dark, straight hair, she exuded a quiet strength. Her parents saw her as a prodigious violinist, a future filled with accolades and scholarships. Yet, as the months passed, it became clear that Hana's heart lay elsewhere. Freed from the rigorous educational confines of her home country, she embraced the liberty that America offered with an enthusiasm that her younger siblings hadn't quite matched yet.

Our paths often crossed at a local diner near my office where Hana worked as a waitress. Whether I was alone or with colleagues, I made a point of leaving her generous tips, a silent gesture of support for her journey. Our conversations, initially casual and light, began to touch upon deeper themes – her aspirations for independence and a life beyond her parents' expectations. She spoke of these dreams with a sparkle in her eyes, a contrast to the reserved young woman who first arrived in the neighborhood.

One day, driven by a mix of kindness and perhaps an unacknowledged desire to help her break free, I offered her the use of my city apartment. Handing her a spare key, her reaction was a blend of shock and joy. The hug she gave me was filled with a warmth that lingered long after our embrace ended. Her gratitude resonated with me, stirring emotions I had long since tucked away.

In the whirlwind of work that followed, the arrangement with Hana faded from my immediate thoughts. It wasn't until a business trip brought me unexpectedly back to the city that I remembered. My usually vacant apartment now held the possibility of Hana's presence, a thought that added a layer of anticipation to my return.

The apartment was as silent as I left it, a stark contrast to the bustling life I had shared with the Kims. After a long journey, the familiar confines of the apartment offered a much-needed respite. Showered and exhausted, I succumbed to the embrace of my bed. My dreams were a turbulent sea, an endless ocean where I swam towards an elusive shore, the warm water a metaphor for the life I was slowly rediscovering.

But then, something unusual stirred me awake. A sensation, unfamiliar yet intriguing, pulled me back to half awakedness.

Abobbing motion under my sheets, I ... I was getting a thorough warm and wet blowjob with an attentive and iresistible focus on the tip of my cock that was creating a suction that was undeniably intense. From the wetness and the sensation of the hands moving up and down on my shaft I knew that it wouldn't be long before I'd blow my load, I moved the sheets down to the sight of Hana ... Was I dreaming??? Hana's mouth engulfing my cock, looking up at me, her beautiful eyes coaxing me to ...

I grunted feeling my whole body abandon itself to the delightful strain of the scene, she put the tip of my cock on the end of her tongue and let my cum pool there, as my body violently jerked shooting ropes of white seed in her mouth.

She smiled as the last drop pearled and suckled my tip before swallowing my load.

I fell back into a deep sleep half aware of what had happened wondering if I had been dreaming. Wondering if she was a fantasy or still be there in the morning.

Hana I said before dozing off ... I'm going to fuck your brains out in the morning

Was that the sound of a girl's giggle? I couldn't say ...