Sophie

I need to give some context to this confession. One of my daughter’s friends has had a little crush on me since her teenage years. Over the years, it’s boosted my ego; now in her twenties, Sophie is an absolute knock-out sexy lady.

Sadly, I divorced five years ago and now live down in London. I loved my wife, and although I’ve tried dating, my heart has never been in it, and nothing of note has ever come from the dates. Last year Sophie got a graduate job in London, and my daughter asked if Sophie could stay with me until she got an apartment. Although I wanted to help, I enjoyed having my own space; I liked my own children visiting me, but even then, not for too long. I agreed Sophie could stay for a month; I also offered to help her find an apartment.

It was a treat having Sophie in the apartment for the first couple of days. As I wouldn’t take any money, she insisted on taking me out for dinner the first weekend. It was great having this gorgeous girl on my arm, she was still a little flirty, but now mostly just complimentary, but still ego boosting. I loved dining with her; it was one of the best nights I’ve had out since splitting with my wife. We got back to the apartment early and watched a movie, it was a horror film, and at one scary moment, Sophie snuggled up to me on the couch. We ended up having a little cuddle, I was aroused, but I couldn’t get it out of my head. This was a kid and best friend of a cherished daughter.

Over the weeks and months, our relationship became close; we looked at a few apartments for her, but for what she could afford, most of the places were shitholes in bad neighbourhoods I wouldn’t be happy her living in. It was also nice to come home to female company; I liked having Sophie living with me. I was attracted to her, but I always stopped the lustful thoughts and never dreamed of acting on them.

I live on the eleventh floor of an apartment block with great views over Canary Wharf. Just after Christmas, there was one almighty thunderstorm which was incredible to watch from the living room. Poor Sophie, though, was terrified! We ended up on the couch with her curled up in a ball on my lap with a cushion over her head. I eventually got her to go to bed with closed curtains in her bedroom room and calming music playing. A couple of minutes after I’d gone to bed, a massive roll of thunder shook the windows, and Sophie came running into my bedroom. Long story short, I ended up in the bed and Sophie on top with a separate duvet over her. I was slightly uncomfortable having her in my bedroom, but she was genuinely frightened. I woke up in the night to find her actually in the bed, with her arms wrapped around me. She was the first woman to share my bed since the divorce; I was very very very aroused. I asked if she was awake, and she said, “yes” I asked if I could touch her, to which she again said, “yes”.

The touching led to full-blown sexual intercourse, which was the best of my life. We did things that night I’d never done before; Sophie has an amazing body and knows how to use it, and my eyes were truly opened. It was all magical and incredible and a dream come true for a middle-aged man like me.

We have lived as a couple these last few months and had many fantastic nights. We haven’t told anybody, and neither do we intend to. Her parents wouldn’t approve, nor would Sophie’s best friend, my daughter. I know it won’t last forever; she is out of my league in so many ways, with a twenty-four-year age gap, however, for the first time since my wife served those hateful divorce papers on Valentine’s day six years ago. I feel alive; It’s not just the amazing sex; she is a fabulous human being, probably the best person I’ve ever known.