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I had a normal life my first 28 years. School, college, find a job with a corporation, grind away at work.

One of the secretaries (the formal term is "executive assistant", but let's call a spade a spade) at the company had been working there for almost 30 years. So had her husband, until his death by drunk driver (he was a pedestrian, crossing at an intersection and he had the walk signal, when a drunk came up the other way, blew through the red light at 50 mph, and killed him and five other pedestrians. That was three years ago. The drunk got six consecutive life sentences plus 50 years in prison.) They had gotten married right out of high school and gone to college, then straight to the company. He had worked his way up to being an executive.

She had millions due to the payout of his life insurance, but it wasn't the same as having a companion. She did her job competently and professionally, but she was still very sad. She would sit by herself during breaks and lunch, and sometimes weep for her lost husband.

No one knew her real name anymore. For a couple of decades she had been known as "Tharja", based off an obscure character from an ancient game. The fact she was black-haired, "thicc", and busty may have contributed. but the primary reason was that she had been utterly devoted to her husband. Always looking out for him, doing things for him, spending time with him. There may also have been some jealousy and possessiveness involved. He didn't seem to have any female friends. But then again, he didn't have very many friends, period -- completely devoted to his work.

I was starting to get concerned that no one ever spoke to Tharja on breaks or lunch. It seemed like she needed a friendly face. So one day -- a Thursday -- I settled myself next to her at lunch.

"Hello," she said softly.

"Hi," I replied. "I don't know if you remember my name. I'm Nate -- I work in the patent processing department."

"I've seen you around, but we've never actually talked," she said. "Thank you for introducing yourself. You may as well call me Tharja, everyone does."

"Everyone also knows what happened three years ago," I murmured. "Very sorry for your loss."

"T-thanks," Tharja whispered. "People must think I don't want to talk about it. I still miss him. I always will -- we were a couple ever since freshman year of high school. I know I should move on, but saying it and doing it are two different things."

"So you haven't gone on a date since?"

"No. No one has asked me out."

That gave me an opening.

"Would you like me to ask you out?"

"Why would a handsome young man like you be interested in a used-up old woman like me?"

"You're not used up, and you're far from old."

"That's very sweet of you."

The longer I talked with Tharja, the more I was feeling attracted towards her, and not just physically.

"Would you like me to take you out for dinner tomorrow night, Tharja?"

"I couldn't possibly ask you to spend money on washed-up me. But if you'd like to come by my house after work, I can cook you up a little something."

"I think that's an excellent idea. May I have your address?"

She wrote it down for me. We realized we'd better stop talking and eat before lunch ended, so we stuffed our faces. When we were full, we still had a minute or so before having to head back to our work areas.

"Thank you for spending lunch with me today, Nate. You're such a nice young man. And very handsome. I greatly enjoyed the company."

"You're very pretty, Tharja. And I enjoyed your company, as well."

The next day, we had lunch together again. Tharja's expression didn't seem quite so sad.

"Maybe I'm not as washed up as I thought."

"I don't think you're washed up at all."

"You're just saying that because I'm making you dinner tonight. But I appreciate it anyway, even if it's insincere."

"It's 100% sincere. But your looks aren't the important thing anyway. You're a very nice person and I enjoy spending time with you."

Tharja actually blushed.

"The only other human who's ever called me nice is my former husband. Everyone else uses terms like professional and workaholic and cold."

"They just haven't gotten to know you."

Tharja leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Nate, you're so adorable. I could just hold you in my arms and cover you with kisses."

"Wait until tonight."

Tharja giggled. "You have a good sense of humor."

That evening, I got home from work, showered, put on clean but casual clothes, and drove over to Tharja's house. It being a Friday night, I didn't have to worry about getting back in time to sleep and go to work the next morning.

She opened the door dressed even more casually than I was. She was wearing a robe and also appeared to be freshly showered. I wondered if I had arrived a bit too early, not letting her have time to dress.

"Hello, Nate. Welcome to my humble home."

She showed me around. The guest bedroom had been converted into an office for her late husband and Tharja had left it that way. The kitchen was right next to the dining room, which had a table sized for two people. The living room had a couch and two chairs, plus the usual electronics and Tharja's computer. It wasn't fancy, but it was nice.

"I like it, Tharja."

"I hope you don't mind my informal state of dress. I figured we weren't going anywhere, so why get all dolled up?"

"You look gorgeous," I assured her.

"I'm starting to think you actually believe that. Well, let me get dinner ready."

"Can I help?"

"You're my guest. Sit. Relax."

I found a game to watch while the delicious smells of Tharja's cooking emanated from the kitchen. When it was ready, she dug up two TV trays and sat next to me while we ate. The food was magnificent. Afterwards, she cleared the plates and TV trays, then lay down on the couch and nudged my head onto her large chest, draping her arms down over me.

"Mmmmmm. You're spoiling me, Tharja. I could get used to this."

"Just trying to be a proper hostess."

She pulled off my T-shirt and began gently caressing my bare skin. Little darts of pleasure started shooting through me. I was having trouble keeping my attention on the game.

"That feels wonderful."

"That's the idea."

She continued to softly caress me. My pole started to stiffen. Luckily, the game was almost over. When it ended, I clicked off the TV and set down the remote.

"Tharja?"

"Yes, Nate?"

"Is it all right if I turn over and open your robe?"

"You really want to see my ugly, dried-up old body?"

I turned over and pulled the top of her robe open enough to fully expose her magnificent breasts. They had to be E cups, minimum.

"These don't look ugly, dried up or old."

"Then by all means, if you actually find me attractive, give me pleasure. I won't say no."

I kissed Tharja's neck, and she shivered. I then slowly traced my way down to her chest with my tongue.

"Mmmmm. Keep going."

I kissed her cleavage. Slowly. Every inch of it. Tharja's orbs could easily smother me. I cupped them in my hands as I traced a line between them with my tongue.

"Oh, wow. Don't you dare stop."

Stopping was the last thing on my mind. I kissed up from the base of one breast until I reached her nipple. I then took it in my mouth. Suckling her was pure pleasure.

"Oooooooh." Her arms secured my head in place. "Just like that."

I suckled a bit more, then switched my mouth to her other breast. By now she was quivering with pleasure and moaning incoherently.

I kept going, alternating between her nipples. Tharja's breathing had become ragged, and her moaning was increasing in intensity. She tightened her arms around me as I flickered my tongue across the tip. Suddenly, she let out a scream of pure lust and her entire body seemed to ripple.

When she regained control over her muscles, she freed my head from her chest and smiled. "You just made me cum, Nate, from sucking my nipples. How would you like me to reciprocate?"

"Any way you like."

"You used your mouth on me, so I should do the same."

I got the hint and removed the bottom half of my clothing, leaving me naked. Tharja oriented us so that I was lying on the couch with my back against the edge, with my legs spread, while she lay on most of it, facing me. Her eyes locked onto my erection and she licked her lips.

She slid forward a few inches and stuck out her tongue, giving my balls a lick. "Mmmmm. Nice and swollen. I'll bet you have a big load for me." Her hand wrapped around my organ and she began stroking it as she tongued my sac. She opened her mouth and sucked on first one ball, then the other. My cock twitched with excitement.

Tharja then moved her mouth to the swollen head of my pole. She licked all around it, then slid her lips down over it. Her tongue danced over the sensitive flesh, making me gasp.

She opened her mouth wider and took more of my length in. Now she was teasing my balls with her fingertips as she sucked me. Her head bobbed up and down on my rod. My legs tensed and my cock pulsed.

Tharja slid her head all the way down, taking my full length. Her tongue slid up and down along the shaft. My breathing consisted of moans and gasps. She ran her fingertips along my balls, and I erupted. She eagerly swallowed every drop of my cum, not letting my cock free from her mouth until it stopped spurting and started softening.

"Mmmmmm," she purred. "That's just what I wanted."

"That was amazing, Tharja. May I spend the night in your bed with you?"

"I think you honestly like me. Of course you may."

She guided me to her bedroom as I carried my clothes. When we got there, she slipped off her robe, leaving her naked as well. After making stops in the washroom, we climbed onto the bed and got under the covers. Tharja asked me to hold her from behind.

I certainly had no objections. My hands covered her large breasts and my groin rubbed against her soft, round rear. I brushed my lips against the nape of her neck.

"You're wonderful and beautiful."

"Thank you, Nate. I'd love to wake up in this exact position."

She turned out the lights, and we nestled our bodies together. The silence was pleasant. At some point, we fell asleep.

I awoke first and slipped out of bed to do my morning routine. A few minutes after I returned, Tharja awoke and did the same before climbing back into the bed. She promptly slid her body back into place against mine, and I wrapped my arms around her.

"Mmmmmm. Good morning, Nate."

"Morning, Tharja."

"Come a little closer. I like when you hold me."

Tharja pressed her body backwards against mine. I cupped her breasts and began gently teasing her nipples with my fingertips. She began grinding her ass against my groin, and I could feel my pole stiffen. Tharja shifted her position slightly, and I heard a sound like fingers pumping in and out of a pussy.

After another couple of minutes. Tharja rolled me fully onto my back. "I hit menopause five years ago." She eyed my cock hungrily. "Ready for me to ride you?"

"Sounds good."

Tharja slid her box down onto my pole. "I hope it feels good, too."

She began sliding up and down, not frantically, but with a nice, steady rhythm. It did feel wonderful, and I made appreciative noises. Tharja's big breasts bounced up and down, and my eyes fixed on them.

She saw where I was looking, and leaned her torso forward. I caught one of her nipples in my mouth and started suckling. Tharja leaned even more forward and wrapped her arms around me, still maintaining her up and down rhythm.

I switched back and forth between her breasts, and her body shivered and trembled. Her breathing first deepened, then became a series of pants and gasps. Her legs tightened around my hips. Suddenly, her pussy clamped down on my cock and her entire body seemed to shake as she gushed and spasmed.

When she regained control of her muscles, she sped her pace a bit, squeezing my pole on every downstroke, as if trying to milk the sperm out of it. Now my body was the one tensing and shivering. My cock twitched and throbbed. When Tharja climaxed again, her pussy was too much, and I filled her with hot jets of cum.

She rolled off me and we both took a moment to recover. She regained her higher brain functions first. "If you move in with me, I can do that a lot more often."

"I'd like that."

"And I can cook you dinners and suck your balls dry for dessert any time I want."

"That sounds great."

"What do you like for breakfast?"

"Um..."

"Pancakes good?"

"Sure."

"You just lie there and rest, handsome. I know I drained you pretty good."

I was actually zapped a bit from Tharja's fucking me. I couldn't figure out why -- she had done most of the work. But I was glad for an opportunity for a lie-in.

26 minutes later, going by the clock on the nightstand, Tharja returned with two plates full of pancakes, coated with syrup and dripping with butter. "Let's have breakfast in bed."

"Wow. I could totally get used to this. I've never been this pampered in my life."

"This can be your life every day. Move in with me and we can quit our jobs. I have enough money to last us a couple of lifetimes."

That did sound appealing. But it was an awfully big decision to make so quickly.

"Er..."

"Well, you don't have to decide right this instant, sweetie. Eat your pancakes."

They were magnificent. When we were done, Tharja cleared the plates and then returned to the bed. She slid under the covers with me and rested my head on her bare chest. I could hear her heart beating.

"It's the weekend. Let's just take it easy."

We remained still, Tharja's arms gently around me, and quietly enjoyed the skin-to-skin contact for a bit. I felt a growing closeness between us.

"Intimacy isn't always about orgasms," Tharja whispered. "Want to watch a movie?"

We watched "WALL-E", then Tharja made us a simple, refreshing lunch. We lay naked together on the couch afterwards and watched "Pretty In Pink" and "WarGames".

Even though Tharja hadn't moved during the movies, devoting her attention to the screen rather than to my body, I was feeling very horny again. Just lying against her, naked, had been enough to get me turned on.

"Do you need me to satisfy your needs again, Nate?"

"Well..."

"Let's get in the bed."

We made quick pit stops and then climbed onto the bed. Tharja got on her hands and knees and wiggled her butt at me.

"You're gorgeous."

"Glad you like it, honey. Have you decided to move in with me yet?"

"Uh..."

"You can have any of my holes, any time you like."

"Even...?"

"Yes. Just be gentle."

Tharja reached over and removed a bottle of lube from the nightstand, passing it to me. I got the message and carefully dripped some into her back-channel. Then I rubbed some on my hard pole.

I eased my way in a tenth of an inch at a time. Tharja reached a hand back to rub her slit as I slowly slid into her rear.

"Good boy, Nate. Go slowly. It's been more than 10 years for me."

"All right, Tharja."

I worked carefully in and out. She was very tight back there. I placed my hands on her butt cheeks and groped the soft flesh.

"You like my ass, huh?"

"It's marvelous."

I gradually built to a steady, though slow, rhythm. Her sphincter squeezed me tightly with every inward thrust. I could feel my pole twitch as I approached climax. Tharja's hand was moving fast as she stimulated her pussy.

We both came within a couple of seconds. I filled her rear with my sperm while she rubbed herself to orgasm. She lay face down, momentarily spent, while I lay on top of her, my pole still in her butt.

When we recovered, we cleaned up in the shower. Tharja carefully scrubbed me clean, and I openly admired her as I helped clean her body. We dried off and returned to the bed, where we cuddled and snuggled quietly until it was time to go to sleep.

After we both woke on Sunday and did our morning routine, Tharja wrapped me in her arms and kissed me. When we broke the lip-lock, she whispered, "You're very handsome and a real sweetheart. This old lady would love to have you around."

"Stop calling yourself old," I told her. "You're awesome. You can keep me as long as you'd like."

"Really? You'll move in with me?"

"I'll do more than that."

We spent six more weekends together before I officially moved in. We quit our jobs and six months later we got married. I'll probably outlive Tharja but as long as she's still around, I'll enjoy every day I have with (and in) her.