It had been several years since my wife had died in a horrible accident late one evening, but I was still a broken man. The love between us had been a thing for poems and could have been the basis for the most heartwarming romance stories. Everything had been perfect. Somehow, I had never found a way to get over her loss, and as I grew older, I had simply figured that this was the man that I was going to be for the rest of my days.

And then you had come into my life.

It was all an accident, and there was no possibility that either of us would ever be more than possibly friends at best. You were a young, beautiful woman with her entire life in front of her, and I was a washed up has been whose heart either could or would not mend even over the course of time. Your smile was infectious and I found that every moment that I spent around you, I forgot the pain for at least a little while, and was able to just feel like a human being again. But our lives were just too far apart.

I had once wondered what it would be like to meet another woman who sparked something inside of me again. And at first, I thought maybe, there was a small chance that even being a bit older, I could find someone that filled that void in my heart. I had gone on a dozen or more dates, and had used some local dating apps to talk with many more women, but it simply wasn’t the same thing. Most were kind enough, and many offered no strings attached sex, but I simply wanted to be loved again. Was that really so much to ask? To feel like you were wanted by another human being?

You had been like a gentle sea breeze, blowing in off the ocean on a hot summer’s day. Refreshing was the best word for it. I had smiled within the first minute of chatting with you at the park, a stack of books on the bench next to you as you studied one thing or another. I had come to find out that you were a local college student, and you enjoyed the time in the park alone. It was a nice place, but kind of out of the way, so not many people came around the area. I went there for the same reason, and after seeing you a couple of times, I started saying hello as I walked over to my own favorite place to sit and simply enjoy the wonderful afternoon sun. That hello had stood between us for a couple of months, until finally, I decided one morning to buy an extra coffee and hand it to you as I walked by. You had seemed surprised, maybe even a little suspicious at first, but I did not stop to talk, and did not start any meaningless conversations, just being nice. It felt good to have someone else to simply acknowledge your existence without any other reasons than simple kindness.

After a couple more months of this, and you telling me that you actually preferred some fancy latte that I forced myself to memorize and then bring, we had decided to have a small conversation. It started out simple and we didn’t really learn a lot about each other, but then, one day, a sudden downpour came out of nowhere, and we both rushed to the single veranda in the middle of the park. Laughing and soaked, we finally had our first, real conversation. About who we were.

I learned that you had a husband, you were married fairly young to your high school sweetheart, and when I spoke of my wife, you had said my face changed, as if a weight had been lifted from me as I spoke of her. You made a comment that you wished someone thought of you that way, but I didn’t really catch it in the moment.

This went on for the rest of the summer and instead of occupying our own benches we had started sitting in the veranda together, just slowly getting to know one another. It seemed that your marriage was a decent one, but that your husband was not the most romantic man, and didn’t really understand how to show you love, and give you that feeling of being the center of his life. I didn’t really think that was possible myself, as you were pretty and rather amazing, in a field of study that I admired and really seemed to be a good catch for any lucky man. And all of this was said with a sincerity of a man too old for you, who was widowed and knew that there was no chance of you and he ever becoming intimate. I just wanted to spend some time with a young lady who showed me attention as a real human.

The kiss had been a mistake, and we both knew it the moment that it happened. I don’t even remember who had initiated it. Your lips were so soft and warm, and the way they had pressed to mine had been so perfect, as if our mouths had been meant to be pressed against one another. I didn’t show up to the park for two weeks after that.

When I finally did, you were not there, and I wondered if that beautiful friendship had been ruined. But the next day you were there again, and we sat and had a more serious conversation. We knew we couldn’t do this, that the kiss should never have happened, that we both had out own separate lives to lead, and that I was old enough to be your father. That was that, we would stay friends.

And then we kissed again. We both initiated it after a brief look. Then you had straddled my lap and the kissing had grown a bit more intense. Before I knew it, your skirt was hiked up, your panties were pulled to the side and my cock was inside of you. We made love that day. On that bench, in that park. I came twice, both times inside of you, and you begged me for each one. The way that I touched you was something you didn’t know you needed. The way you looked at me, was something I didn’t know I needed.

It was an impossible relationship.

And it was beautiful.

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This RP is about a young lady in a broken marriage meeting a broken man and them finding something beautiful together. There is cheating and romance and love and smiles. It is something beautiful in the end. Will you be my young lady?

Kinks for this: Romance, public sex, cheating, love, romantic love, needful feelings, blossoming attraction, desire, need for being loved, PIV, fairly vanilla for the most part, this is about feelings. Creampies and kissing.

Limits: This is a loving RP, meant to be enjoyed by a lovely woman in an unloving and dead marriage finding love with a broken older man. Anything outside of that scope is a limit.