I woke up the next morning and kept thinking about Albert. I don’t know how to describe the emotions I felt towards him, but the closest thing would be empathy. But it was empathy that led to attraction. He was such a great guy, and I wanted him to be happy. I wanted to make him happy. It was different from my normal horniness acting up. I didn’t just want him to fuck me. I genuinely wanted him to be happy. Although I did want to fuck him, I only wanted that if he would be happy from it.

After giving it some thought, I messaged him “Good morning Albert. Let me cook you dinner for you tonight. I owe you big time for last night. Come empty-handed this time!”

He messaged back “Juney, that’s very generous of you but you really don’t need to.”

But I insisted “Albert, I expect you to be here by 4PM sharp! It’s a date 🤍”

I wanted to look good for Albert, but I didn’t have many cute outfits on me. So I wore the cutest outfit I had on me, which was just a white oversized boyfriend shirt. I made sure to unbutton the top 2 buttons, which shows just enough skin in certain angles to give you a good view, but not too much so that it’s more subtle. I didn’t have a bra on, but I had my thong on because I had a feeling I’d be super wet throughout the night and so I definitely needed to wear some panties. I also put on some subtle makeup, not too much, but enough to make me look cute.

Albert knocked on the front door at 3:58PM. Of course, he’s punctual. We greet each other, and he seemed pleasantly surprised to see me and says “You look great today, Juney. Thanks for inviting me for dinner. You really didn’t have to.” I sit him down at the dining table and tell him “Albert, you sit tight today and just talk with me while I prep dinner for us!”

Because the cabin is very small, the dining table is just 2 steps away from the kitchen countertop, where I’m cooking away. I sat him so that he is facing in my direction. I needed two new wine glasses at the top counter, which requires me to go on tippy toes, and fully reach with both my arms to grab them. While doing so, I know my ass is fully exposed to Albert. I’m hoping that he saw.

I pour him some wine, and then mine, and then we clanked our wine glasses, and continued to chat away while I prepped dinner.

While I made dinner, I made sure to give him a good view of my ass and my cleavage. I’d drop ingredients on the floor, and then bend over to pick it up, to fully expose my ass in the direction of Albert. I’d walk over to the dining table, stand across from where Albert is sitting, and lean forward while I look him in the eyes and drink some wine, so that he can see my boobs under my shirt.

I can tell he is trying to avoid looking, but he’s stealing glimpses of me with lustful eyes.

Throughout the night, we ate dinner together, drank wine, talked a lot and laughed a lot. It almost felt like we’re on our 10th date. Felt very comfortable around him, which for some reason, made me feel more attracted to him. Tonight felt different from yesterday. It feels like there’s sparks. I definitely wanted more.

Topics started to get deeper. I asked him why he hasn’t seen anyone since the divorce. He said it felt wrong. Even though it’s been almost 10 years, he wasn’t fully over his ex wife. Then he started to blame himself for the divorce. He said if he was a better husband, maybe she wouldn’t have cheated on him. I had to tell him “Albert. You can’t blame yourself for your ex wife cheating on you. There’s no excuses for her actions! I’m sure it’s been tough for you but I really really don’t want you to blame yourself for it.”

I was sitting beside him, and so I gently pulled his face in towards my chest to give him a hug. Then I could feel that he was silently crying. There he was, a big man, who’s at least 20 years older than me, was being so vulnerable and crying, while I hugged him and gently patted his head.

After a few minutes, he stopped, looked at me, and gave me a big smile again.

Looking embarrassed, he said “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened there. I must be drunk. I can’t remember the last time I cried.”

I replied “Albert, no need to apologize. I appreciate that you were vulnerable with me.”

We drank more wine and chatted more. I asked him what he does when he gets horny. He told me that at his age, he doesn’t get that horny anymore. He said he hasn’t had sex ever since the divorce, and he hasn’t had the urge to since.

I asked “What about today?”

He looked shocked. He said “You’re a very attractive young lady. But you should be sleeping with kids your age.”

I said “I know Albert. I’ve never slept with someone as old as you. But I’ve never felt this urge to make someone… happy! You’re so different from the boys I’ve interacted with. Mature, gentle, kind, sweet - all of this without clear intentions of trying to fuck me, which makes it so much sexier.”

Albert smiled, and said “thank you, but I can’t. You’re half my age. And I’m not sure that I’m ready to sleep with someone yet.”

I smiled and replied “Albert, it’s been 10 years! Ughh fine. But I want you to at least come and cuddle with me.”

I stood up, took him by his hand, and guided him to the bed. He looked hesitant. I looked at him and said “Albert, I promise. Just cuddling. That’s the least you could do for me.”

I closed the door behind us, and turned on the night lamp. Before getting into bed, I told him “no outside clothes before going into bed!”

I maintained eye contact with Albert, as I took my shirt off, and then my thong. His eyes widened. He didn’t know what to do and looked away.

He said “Juney, I can’t. I shouldn’t do this.”

And I said “Albert, I promised! No sex! I just wanna cuddle and it’s not good to get into bed with outside clothes on. Your turn, and let me give you a nice massage.”

He still seemed hesitant. So I gently grabbed him by his chin, and made him look at my body. And then I asked “May I?” Then he nodded. So I gently unzipped his jeans, and pulled his pants down.

I could see the shape of his thick cock bulging out of his boxer briefs. Excited to see more, I quickly pulled his boxers down, to see his big rock-hard cock spring out of his boxers. I’ve never seen a cock that big in real life before. Every guy that I’ve been with had been on the smaller side, or at most average. He seemed like he was about 1.5 times bigger than my ex, and his cock was sooo thick.

I knelt down, and his big hard cock was inches away from my face. I grabbed his cock by the shaft, looked up, and said “Daddy, I thought you don’t get horny at your age?”