The GIft
written by:
Papa 1

I had been retired for two years when I discovered that it was not all it was cracked up to be. Sure, like everyone else I had dreamed of it for years, and the first year was great . . . sleeping in when I wanted to, doing whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. But, believe it or not, I eventually got rested, and not much later got bored. I didn't know what to do with myself, and I felt like my brain was turning to mush. I decided to get a part time job. It would give me something to do, and the extra money would allow my wife and I to travel to see our sons and our grandchildren, who were scattered throughout the States.

I was amazed at how quickly I found work and was hired as a part time teller at a local bank. I had done some teller work while I was in college and thought I might enjoy it again. It was so strange going to work the first day. I had not worked an entry-level job in over forty years. Everyone was so nice and welcoming, but also seem so young to me. The other tellers were in their early twenties and mostly enrolled in college courses, much like I had been 40 years earlier. The teller supervisor, my boss, was a young woman of 30, the financial advisors were men in their early thirties, and even the branch manager was an attractive woman, barely forty.

Upon my arrival, my supervisor, Beth introduced me around and helped me set up my workstation. The senior teller, Kim, was assigned to train me. Not exactly what I expected, Kim was all of 23, and took my breath away! She was a gorgeous, five foot six, slender Asian. She instructed me to just watch her for a while before we opened my teller window. That certainly was not a difficult assignment, and I was thrilled to comply. I quickly noticed that she had a captivating smile, a stunning olive complexion, silky raven hair, and exotic, almond shaped, dark eyes that a man could lose himself in. She was stylishly dressed, but even her professional clothes could not conceal, her lush bust line, slender waist, shapely rear, and long legs. She was womanly perfection, personified! Oh yeah, I did actually observe that she was really good at her job! She welcomed each customer with a smile, and greeted him or her by name. She was friendly, and chatted with them as she efficiently, and accurately completed their transaction, her blazingly fast fingers floated across her keyboard as she traversed from screen to screen on her computer.

I observed her all morning until Beth sent us to lunch. Kim led me to the lunchroom, and we sat together while we ate. She was poised, open, and easy to talk to. Kim told me that she was Korean, but was adopted by an American family when she was five years old. She shared that her early years were rough. That she started school way behind in language, looked different than all the other children, and just didn't fit in. She told me that all the other kids teased her and that she had no friends. She said that she was an ugly duckling. I got her to smile and chuckle when I said, " You may have been an ugly duckling, but you're a swan now!" She responded, "Well, I finally got boobs, and things got much better. American's think Asian girls are hot." "You got that right", I agreed. That lunch marked the beginning of a true friendship. It didn't seem to matter that I was almost 45 years older . . . we just clicked!

She was a good teacher and trained me well, the other tellers accepted me, and we built a good team. We worked hard but also had a lot of fun. I was included in conversations and never made to feel uncomfortable. I was even invited by the group to get drinks or pizza after closing whenever they went. I was just accepted as one of the gang. When my granddaughter visited the bank and everyone heard her call me "Papa" it just kind of caught on, and all of my co-workers began to affectionately call me "Papa".

Kim and I frequently opened the branch together and were able to talk privately before other's reported to work. She was so open and easy to talk to we soon became trusting friends and could talk about anything. We even shared very personal feelings. She would tell me about her boyfriend, and shared pictures taken of their vacation. Some included her in a sheer, lacy, red baby-doll nightie, and others in a skimpy yellow string bikini. One picture of the surf was obviously taken while both she and her boyfriend lay in the sun. The photo was primarily of the ocean but her perfectly sculptured naked ass was shown close-up in the foreground, with the thin yellow string of her suit defining each flawless cheek! I almost hyperventilated. She seemed unconcerned. Another day she told me all about the wedding bachelorette party she had attended for her friend. She said that they went out drinking and then returned to the hotel where a male stripper had been hired to entertain. She went into surprising detail, telling me that a handsome black dancer stripped completely naked and even took a photo of her and her sister kneeling on the floor, each with an arm around one of his thighs. He called them his "sister sandwich". She even told me that as he danced for her he lay her on the floor and "flopped his package" right on her forehead! It was an eye opening experience for an old man. Girls had sure changed since my time. It seemed they were now free to explore their sexuality and felt no need for discretion.

I also noticed that she had grown very comfortable with me and seem oblivious of our age difference. She was so smoking hot that guys hit on her all day long, and I think she subconsciously felt safe with me. She knew I was happily married for forty years, adored my wife, and I wasn't going to try to "jump her bones." Because she knew I had no delusions that she would find me irresistible, she felt that she could tease me a bit without repercussions. She would bend over to whisper something in my ear, and press her soft ripe breasts into my back. Or squeeze by me allowing one tit to rub across my upper arm, pause with my arm in her cleavage, before dragging the other tit against me. When I would catch her eye, she would smile and go on like nothing happened. When I would have a question, she would approach very close, and lay a tit on the crook of my arm as I held a paper for her. The entire weight of her breast rested on my arm, so there was little doubt she knew exactly what she was doing. I knew she was just playing . . . just teasing me, but it made my day!

One evening we were all asked to attend a sales rally to introduce a new bank product line. After the rally we decided to stop for a few drinks before calling it a night. We shot some pool, drank some beers, talked, joked and had a great time. Before long everyone else had gone and just Kim and I sat down to finish our drinks. We were a bit tipsy and began to share our most private thoughts. She told me that she had two fathers, a biological one that didn't care enough to even keep her, and one that adopted her and then divorced her mother when she was ten. She said that she didn't have much contact with him, that he wanted her to be a doctor or a lawyer, and that she had been a big disappointment to him. A tear rolled down her cheek as she said, "Ya know Papa, you've been more of a father to me than either of them ever was!" I almost cried, but I consoled her with, "I'm so sorry, Kim. I'm sorry that neither of them even knows what an incredible woman you have become! It's their loss!"

I felt that after that confession I needed to share something very personal with her. I told her something that I have never told another soul. I told her that I have been married to the love of my life for 41 years. That my wife was my lover, and my best friend, that I couldn't imagine life without her. But I also confessed that like most women, after menopause she has shown no interest in sex for the last 12 years and that it is a bit difficult to know that my sex life was over, that I needed to except it, and embrace a new phase of life. It's good, we have a lot of fun, but it is just different, and it will take some getting used to. She was very understanding and reminded me that I was so lucky to have found someone who had been my partner for all that time. Someone who knows everything about me and still loves me. And that I had what everyone was looking for, and most never found. She was wise beyond her years! When I walked her to her car that evening she gave me a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and said, "Thanks for being you, Papa."

A couple of months later she confided in me that she was taking a couple of college classes and was struggling with her College Algebra. She said that she had only one test and the final exam to raise her grade to a "C" so that the course would transfer and she was so stressed. She said she couldn't bear to fail at something else. I reminded her that I was a retired engineer and I had actually taught mathematics before becoming an engineer, and that maybe I could help. We arranged for her to come to the house and I would help her prepare for the last chapter test. She was so excited and appreciative. Unfortunately in the afternoon of the day we were to study, I passed a kidney stone and was hospitalized. I felt so badly and that I had let her down when she reported that she had not done well on the test and her professor gave her little chance to pull the grade up on the final. She broke my heart when she said, "My dad paid for the course, so I guess I'll have to tell him I failed again!"

I felt so badly that I had let her down, and was so touched by her sadness, that it just came out, "That's not going to happen!" We are not going to let it happen!" "We'll do whatever it takes." She studied with me for four nights in a row! We reviewed everything in the semester. I found her to be very bright . . . she just needed someone to show her how to do it and watch over her work until she had some success. When she left my house that last night, I gave her a "pep talk". I grasped her shoulders, made her look me in the eye, and told her to relax, do the best she could, and that no one could expect more than that! Finally I told her, "You understand this material . . .You can knock the top off this test!"

I didn't work at the bank on Friday, but I got a call from Kim early that evening. She asked if she could stop by the house and, of course, I invited he to come on by. My wife was out shopping and, like an old fool, I cleaned up before her arrival. She burst though my door with a smile as bright as sunshine, and smelled fresh as a field of wild flowers. She wrapped her arms around me, and laid a kiss on my lips that made my toes curl! She was so excited she could hardly talk! She informed me that she had scored a 97 on the final and that she received a "B-" for the course. My heart ached when, with tears rolling down her cheeks she said, " Papa, you're the only person in my life who really believes in me. You're the only one who thinks I can be something other than just pretty." It had never occurred to me that someone as extraordinarily beautiful, as personable, and as capable as she was, could think of herself as "just pretty."

I invited her to sit to visit for a while and she pulled out a little "wacky tabacky". Like I said, we shared all our little secrets, so she knew that I smoked. We sat on the couch getting blitzed and talking like old friends. I asked her if she wanted something to drink and she admitted she was thirsty, but said, " Just sit, Papa, I'll get it for us." She had become comfortable at the house and neither of us thought anything about it as she scuttled off to the kitchen to get us a couple Cokes. When she returned, she was smiling like a "Cheshire cat". As she stood in front of me she revealed what she had behind her back. She showed me a cupcake that my wife had made for Christmas . . . iced as a Santa Claus face. She held it out to me and with a mischievous grin teased, "Do you want a little head?" I laughed and teased back, "Not if we're talking about that cupcake." Her grin turned serious and she responded, "We're not."

Whoa, that shut me up! I sat stunned as she stepped in front of me, and pulled her arms inside her white cable knit sweater. As I realized what she was about to do, I began to stutter a feeble argument. She froze me midsentence with, " Shh, Papa. Let me do this for you. It's a gift."

Kim pulled her sweater off, quickly removed the band from her ponytail, and shook her head allowing her long raven hair to frame that exquisite face . . . she looked like an angel. She stood before me in high tan stiletto heeled boots, a denim mini skirt, and a white lace bra that seems florescent against her flawless olive complexion. Her ample breasts spilled over the cups of her bra to form deep cleavage and bobbled and swayed when she moved. I stared in silence as she reached back to release the clasp and set her tits free. She dropped the bra to the floor, cupped her naked breasts as if in offering and then let them hang loose. She was even more beautiful than I imagined! No she wasn't an angel . . . she was a fucking Asian Goddess!

She leaned forward placing her hands on either side of my head . . . her perfect tits dangled just inches in from my face. There was no resistance left in me! She let me take my pleasure. I cupped her tits, one in each hand . . . they were incredibly soft and smooth. She patently allowed me to fondle her breasts and stroke her rubbery, copper nipples with my thumbs.

I was briefly disappointed when she stood, but then even more excited when she hiked up her mini and straddled my lap to offer her nipples to my eager lips. I first licked, and then suckled her tit like a starving calf. My hands roamed freely along her well-toned back and torso, never encountering a single bulge . . . it was as smooth as satin. I reached the skirt that had been bunched around her hips, felt lower, grasping the most perfect ass I have ever seen . . . one firm cheek in each hand. Oh, how I had dreamed about that ass! With her skirt pushed up, her thong panties left that ass gloriously naked!

Kim shifted her position, replacing her nipple with her lips. Opened mouthed and tongue fluttering, her kiss sent shock waves to my groin! This gorgeous young girl kissed me again and again, each one more sensuous than the last, and offered no resistance as I allowed my fingertips to explore the valley between her cheeks. My fingers slipped beneath the satin of her panties to find a soft nest of hair. I had never experienced anything like it before. The hair between her legs was long, straight and as soft and silky as the fur of a Persian cat . . . heavenly! I petted it tenderly and then it happened. My fingertips slipped between warm, moist pussy lips into an aroused gaping mouth. Oh my God . . . never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that I would caress the hot pussy of a beautiful 23 year old girl again in my lifetime!

She abruptly stood and I thought I had gone too far, but she smiled and reached for my hands to pull me to my feet. I won't lie, at that point she could have led my around the room by my cock like a puppy on a leash . . . I would have followed her anywhere! But she surprised me again, dropped to her knees to unfasten my pants, and pushed them and my under shorts to the floor. I sat back down on the couch and she removed my pants completely. I sat bare ass naked before that beauty with my cock stiff and twitching in the air. She gently grasped my ball sack and held it tenderly as if it contained her most precious and delicate possessions. She watched intently as my dick twitched from front to back, from side to side . . . like the old toy, Webols wobble but they don't fall down! I could only think: Kim is staring at my naked cock! She didn't even have to move. Under just her gaze my cock got harder, arching toward the ceiling in full erection. For me it was the hardon of the decade!

There was no more wobble. My dick stood tall and proud, like a vertical pillar of marble. She fluttered her fingers up each side of my shaft as if she was playing a flute. Each tap of her fingernails sent a spark down the length of my shaft to buzz my balls. Suddenly she tenderly grasped my shaft in both hands and held it clasped between them so that it's fleshy head rested on her chin, just under her lower lip. She held it as if it was a microphone and she was about to make an impassioned speech. She looked me right in my eyes, smiled, and announced, "I'm going to get naughty for you. I'm going to make you feel good!" As I watched, she placed a loving sweet kiss right on the end of my prick!

She went to work on me. She bathed my nuts with broad strokes of her tongue, then repeatedly tracing the length of the seam along the underside of my shaft with just the tip to flutter butterfly licks against the flap of skin she found beneath the ridge of its crown. She licked in swirls around the sensitive gland at the tip of my prick before slipping it into her mouth. She sucked hard on the head as if she was trying to suck a thick milkshake through a thin straw, twisted her lips against its swollen ridges, to create maximum friction, before pulling it from her mouth with an audible "pop"! My cock throbbed and I had to check each time to make sure my dickhead didn't shoot off my shaft like a cork from a Champaign bottle. She went down on me, engulfing me whole to the balls in her warm wet mouth. Unlike girls I had known in my youth, she passionately and enthusiastically devoured my manhood, sucking like it was candy coated.

She suddenly stopped, and before I could clear my head she was straddling my lap, had a firm grasp on my shaft and was rubbing it between the parted lips of her sex! Oh my God, she was going to fuck me! She may have been the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life . . . she certainly was the girl I had seen repeatedly deflect the advances of the countless young studs who hit on her at the bank . . . and she was going to fuck ME!

She pushed down slowly, adjusting to my girth until I was imbedded deep in her womb. She began to rock . . . her sweet young pussy so tight it tugged hard with each up stroke . . . milking me . . . faster . . . relentlessly milking me! She bounced in my lap . . . faster . . . she rode me like a jockey approaching the finish line! I could take it no longer . . . my eyes rolled back in my head . . . I released a deep groan, followed by "Oh!" Fuck!" She slid off my lap, and between my legs, took a firm grasp of my dick and prepared to finish me off. She beat my meat in a frenzy of lust! She encouraged me with, "Do it!" "Cum for me!" That was all it took. I was already straddling that thin line between immense pleasure and ache. I was ready to blow! My body tensed and I warned her so she could avoid my line of fire, " I'm gonna cum. Oh, fuck . . . I'm gonna cum!" She was not tentative and shy like girls I had known at her age. She made no attempt to get out of the way. Instead, she lapped at the head of my cock, stroked and aimed it toward her opened mouth!

I exploded! The first squirt hit along her nose and left thick ribbon of cum to trail over her lip, onto her tongue and across her chin. Those muscles were not as strong as they once were so the rest of my ejaculation oozed from the tip like lava from a volcano, flowing down my shaft to glaze her hand like a Krispy Kreme Donut. As the stream slowed, she lowered her mouth, and polished my knob with her lips and tongue until it was clean as a whistle.

We remain great friends and it never happened again . . . I didn't expect it would. I must admit that I had to grin each time she turned away a young stud that hit on her. She said it was a gift. And because I had confided that I was having trouble adjusting to life without sex, she thought it was a gift of sex. But it was much more than that! It was a gift of youth. For a short time I was 20 again! She made me remember how it was to feel like a man!

Now when I begin to feel a bit low, I think of my Asian goddess with the face and body of a centerfold. I see the image of when she flashed me a smile and then licked my cum off the back of her hand! Then I stand a little straighter, I hold my head a little higher, I puff my chest out a little farther, and I smile a little broader! That is the gift she gave me!