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A 50 year old disabled guy's chance meeting with a 19 year old changes their lives
Valerie and I met at an art gallery - yes, just like in the movies. I was only there as I had an hour to waste before a meeting. I had intended to walk from Battersea to Westminster, but the usual grey summer London sky had opened up and it was raining heavily, so I had taken refuge in the gallery.
I saw her as soon as I walked in. She was in her 30s, about 5' 2" and her long back hair was tied up. She had a white blouse tucked into her denim jeans, all finished off with a pair expensive trainers. As she bent over to retrieve something from her opened shoulder bag it was the jeans I remember the most. They fitted snugly in the right places as if painted on by one of the masters displayed in the room.
Our eyes met and I had to look away for fear of being seen as a pervert as I had rather over-stared at her.
She approached me and with a smile, asked if I could help her get the packaging open on a supermarket fruit cocktail she was about to consume in the actual gallery; you know, the little pot with the plastic spork in the lid. I helped her, after all I am a gentleman and that is what we do, but I did think it was a bit gross to 'picnic' in the middle of the Tate Britain.
Val introduced herself before explaining that she was a teacher who had been sent on a familiarisation visit as she was bringing a group of students there next week. She said couldn't afford the prices to eat there and didnt want to be surrounded by tourists in a canteen when she could be eating surrounded by such inspirational beauty.
"Thank you, you're not so bad yourself" was my rather tepid reply.
But it worked as she smiled, and what a smile. We enjoyed chatting for an hour and a half and swapped numbers as we said goodbye. We became an item, and two years on, we were engaged. Life was good, it was really good.
She got a promotion to a School in Oxfordshire. She was happy as housing was cheaper than London, however this made seeing each other difficult. I lived in central London and loved ankara yabancı escort it. I was 43 and had made a fair living in the North Sea oil business before becoming a self employed project manager specialising in heavy lifting engineering.
Val had a wonderful house in the Oxfordshire countryside and although I stayed regularly overnight at weekends and holidays, Val didnt want us to live together until we were married. She was determined to make sure her young daughter was protected and shared my name.
In the two years since we met, sadly I developed a medical complication with my eyes. I could see pretty well, but my peripheral vision has been lost and isn't coming back. To add insult to injury, my driving licence was cancelled and I had to sell my beloved car. To say I was gutted is an understatement. My life was turned upside down and I fell into a deep depression. It was Val that kept me alive and encouraged me to keep my business going, albeit using contractors to do the site work and the travelling across the world - the part of my job that I used to love the most.
Since then, we haven't been doing as great as we have settled into a routine and not one that I am enjoying. I think it's my disability - I am now officially 'registered blind'. Yep, life had presented me with a disability where I cant get a disabled parking permit! To be honest, I really am not that disabled. I watch TV as long as there's no subtitles, play some computer games and can type -as I am now - on my PC with an additional bit of audio software.
But this curse of losing a significant part of my vision has had a lasting effect on my personality which just adds to the stress of life. I feel useless and less of a man. I am short tempered, moody and downright depressed on occasions. I was very active, but have had to give up squash, golf and I even struggle with swimming now too.
Val and I regularly rowed like we never had before. It was not good but we hoped the counselling I was getting would come smooth out my personality imperfections and rebuild bahçelievler escort my confidence.
We didnt see each other at Christmas, but I went to see her two weeks into the new year. Her daughter was at her sisters in London for the weekend so we went for a meal and drinks. It was really lovely. We went back to her place for more drinks and a kiss
"At least I cant see all the important bits"
She mock chastised me with a "You pervert!" and quickly opened and closed the bottom of the gown.
It was too quick for me. It looked like she wasnt wearing any panties, but I couldn't be sure. If my eyes had been working properly, I may have got a good look of her pussy - I was momentarily angered by my plight.
Em intruded on my thoughts and told me she really wasn't prepared for Uni as she was too tired. She asked could she stay with me for a few hours. I said I was going to have a sleep and reminded her I was an old man who needed his rest as I hadn't slept all night. She cuddled me - us both wearing matching dressing gowns - and said;
"Not old, just experienced and wise, and very very kind".
I insisted that I would not be kind or wise if I kept her from her studies and pretty much told her to get dressed. I thought she was going to cry as that beautiful face creased and looked a little heavy.
"Can I buy you dinner later to say thanks?' she pleaded
"No, I will make you dinner here as I will be too knackered to go out later - that's if you want to?"
Her face lit up and she gave me a hug and kiss. This time the kiss was longer and far more friendly;
"I would love to. You are the best"
"Don't ever forget it!!" - We both laughed and somehow everything changed at that second.
We agreed to meet at mine at 7pm. She said she didnt have any lectures the next day, so I agreed to arrange a late Uber to get her back to Fulham.
She left her bag at mine as she didnt want to take it to University with her. I said she could dump any laundry as I would be doing a wash. Of course, I had another reason to balgat escort offer that, and within 3 mins of Em climbing into the cab, I had her panties on my face and was wanking so hard, I thought I might hurt myself. I felt guilty afterwards, but my cock had been straining for release for hours.
I slept like a baby and woke at 3pm. After loading the tumble dryer with Em and my laundry, I prepared the ingredients for a vegetarian risotto and put some wine and Prosecco in the fridge. I thought this was a safe bet.
Just before 5pm I had a text.
"Don't be cross, I am outside. I couldn't wait to see you. Can I come in?"
Her tongue was straight in my mouth as we kissed and hugged on my doorstep.
"Whoa girl, don't eat too much now as you wont be able to manage your supper!"
"It's the afters I am looking forward to" she replied excessively seductively.
My cock twinged with guilty anticipation.
Pulling away from being attacked on my doorstep and getting her inside before there was a scandal reported in my block, I took a good look at her. Gone was the cheap student skirt and mock fur jacket. Instead she looked amazing in a black figure hugging cocktail mini-dress, medium heels and with her hair up. She had long drop earrings and looked incredibly edible.
Dropping her bag in the hallway, her second bag at mine now, we hugged again. I refrained from grabbing her arse, but did hold onto her hips, gently caressing her in a loving way, but also taking the time to investigate the presence of any panties. The results were inconclusive, but enough to make my cock wake up with a jolt.
I had showered but hadn't changed as she wasnt supposed to arrive for two hours. I had jeans and a polo top on and felt massively casual when compared to this beautiful young woman. I apologised saying I would get changed after I get her a drink.
"No, please don't get changed. You look amazing in jeans and you smell adorable"
Em revealed that she had only done two hours at University as she was so tired. She had heard that another housemate was studying from home so Em left early to ensure she could get in the house to retrieve her key and get some rest before she woke and came to see me.
We stood with drinks on the balcony overlooking Regents Park with her wearing one of my coats. It was dark and bloody cold, but the lights over the white painted Nash mansions in Regents Park looked amazing and romantic, especially on such a crisp clear night.