I went over to the cute girl, Desi, that works over close to me to say Happy Valentine's Day. As we chatted, I saw a tear fall from her eyes. I asked if everything was ok and she said it was.

As the day went on, I asked her again if she was ok. She said she was but I could tell she wasn't. I offered to take her out for lunch and she was hesitant but accepted.

While eating, she told me that her boyfriend didn't get her anything for Valentines and she suspected he might be cheating on her. I try to console her the best I could and told her I'm here if she needed anything. I could tell she was feeling a little better talking about it.

At the end of the day, I was walking to my car when I saw Desi in her car, crying heavily. I scared her when I knocked on her window. She told me that her boyfriend had cheated on her and wanted to breakup. I couldn't understand how someone could do this to her so I tried to talk to her, to help comfort her.

Desi is in her late 20s, dark, curly hair with some different color highlights. She's short, has a nice looking body and very large breasts for her small size. She's a hard worker and is friendly to everyone around her. I don't know her outside of work but she seems like a nice person.

I offered to take her out to eat. I didn't have anything going on and she seemed thankful and excepted my invitation. I got her address and told her I'd pick her up in an hour. I quickly made reservations at my favorite Italian restaurant for two.

When I picked Desi up, she looked amazing. She doesn't wear makeup at work but had some on and looked really beautiful. She had a skirt on that was just above her knees and a tight, buttoned down shirt that was showing off a good amount of cleavage.

"Wow, Desi, you look great. You clean up very well outside of work. I don't understand how your boyfriend could cheat on you?"

She thanked me, smacked my arm and told me to quit being such a flirt. I didn’t think I was flirting but, looking back, I probably was. Like I said, she's in her late 20s and I'm 50. We looked more like a daddy/daughter date than anything else except we look nothing alike.

While eating, Desi opened up and I got to know a lot about her. She really is a great person. I admit, her cleavage drew my eyes to them like a magnet. She caught me a few times, saying stuff like, eyes up here or I must have worn the wrong shirt. I was embarrassed at first but she made me feel comfortable.

Desi actually became a bit flirty with me. Maybe my compliments and staring gave her some confidence. I figured my thoughts were wrong because I'm old enough to be her father but when I dropped her off at her place, she shocked me.

She thanked me for a wonderful dinner and that's what she needed at the time. She then invited me inside. It was a little late for my old ass so I told her it was late for me and I should get home. She looked at me with her brown eyes, unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt and bit her bottom lip.

"Are you sure you don't want to come in? It will be a revenge fuck but, by the way you've been looking at me tonight, I don't think you'll mind."

Without hesitating, I kissed her. She was eagerly kissing me back. She broke away from the kiss and led me into her house. Once inside, I pinned her against the wall and kissed her again. Since I knew she was ready to fuck, I took full advantage. I kissed down her neck and ripped the buttons off her shirt, exposing a lace bra. She gasped at my aggressiveness but I didn't give her time to react. I lifted her bra up, letting loose her very large breasts. Her large, brown areolas with nipples getting harder by the second were there for my taking. My mouth quickly found a nipple and a hand on the other breast and one going up her skirt.

I moved back and forth between her breasts as my one hand found no panties but a very wet snatch. She gasped again when my fingers found her clit. I'm a breast guy but I needed to taste Desi.

I squatted, lifted her skirt, put one of her legs over my shoulder and buried my face between her legs. She stumbled at my aggressiveness but soon grabbed my shoulder and the table that was next to us and held on for dear life.

Within a minute, she screamed, "holy shit." Her body shook as she came. She was now grinding her pussy on my mouth, trying to make her orgasm last longer. She finally pushed me away, needing to catch her breath.

I stood up and started to undress. Desi kept an eye on me, waiting to see what I was about to give her. Once I pulled my underwear down, her eyes lit up and she smiled. She then came over and put me in her mouth.

After a few minutes of an incredible blowjob, Desi invited me into her bed. She told me to get on my back and she climbed on top. Her large breasts were in my face and I gave them the attention they deserved as she guided my cock inside her. She was tight but had me fully inside in no time.

She worked her magic on me. I don't understand how someone could cheat on her because of how well she worked my dick. If she kept up the pace she was going at now, I wasn't going to last long.

She did keep up a good, steady pace and within a couple of minutes, I told her I was close. I then realized I didn't have condom on and wasn't sure if she was on BC. I told her again I was really close. She hopped off and wrapped her large boobs around my sticky dick and began to tit fuck me. A few seconds later, three ropes of cum hit her chin and dribbled down onto her breasts.

Once I quit cumming, Desi cleaned my cock with her mouth then rubbed my cum into her breasts. In a cheerful tone, she said, "that was a wonderful Valentine's present."