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It had been 7 months since my husband passed away. I wondered it would be easier with time but I was missing him more. I had given up going out on weekends or doing pretty much anything. That was until Peter… a young guy from work.

We had at all times been close coworkers. I had seen him like the son I never had although I had seen him with lust as well before I was married. He had seen me as a mentor. One day my car was at the dealer and I needed a ride home and he offered to take me. We talked on our way to my house and when we got there I wanted to kiss him so bad and I did. I said I was sorry and he took my hand telling me that it was ok and that he wanted to be there for me.

I hesitated but I eventually let myself go and made out with him in his car. This was until I invited him to my apartment. There he showed what he really meant about being there for me. He was so passionate and our time together was gorgeous for both.

NSFW: yes

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