The date continues, and gets even better.

They pulled up and drove into a garage, something Olivia had seen in other parts of the large complex they lived in, but not something her family could ever afford.

The apartment complex was a rarity in that it housed low income apartments which were subsidized for those who made less, but also had more luxurious apartments with features not seen everywhere.

Like in this case he rented a two car garage, which James had in addition to his one bedroom apartment. Two car garages in apartments weren’t common, and weren’t cheap.

James might have lived in a one bedroom apartment, and it was not lavish, but is was a nice apartment.

James downplayed it, but he had a very nice sofa and loveseat, some decent decor which included pictures of James back when he was in the military, and on the wall was the biggest television Olivia had ever seen. It was an 86” 4K smart TV, hung on a wall mount.

His kitchen was well appointed, with what looked like high quality cookware hanging from hooks, it all looked nice.

Olivia glanced around, and saw there was a den with a beautiful desk and a laptop on it, and then she noticed his college degree on the wall behind the desk, a criminal justice degree from Texas A&M.

Then she peered into the bedroom and saw a massive wood framed king bed. It really was something compared to what she was used to with her family.

The apartment smelled nice and was pretty much perfectly clean as well, it was obvious that James was a neat person at the very least.

“Make yourself at home, you are welcome to anything here,” James said. “I don’t drink much, so there isn’t any beer or wine here, but I have coffee, tea I can put on, espresso if you like it, I mean anything you see you are welcome to.”

Olivia was impressed, but curious. “So all of this stuff, and that car in the garage, don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you slumming with us regular people in apartments like this?” She said this checking out his fake granite countertops, “I would have figured you would have bought a house or something.”

James sat on his sofa, having taken off the vest he was wearing, and a nice set of dress shoes, “I owned one before, back when I was married. I sold it when we divorced, and bought the car with part of the windfall. I make decent money, I just don’t see the need to own a house.”

He thought on it for a moment, then continued. “I was in the Army for sixteen years of active duty, and I am still in the reserves, but I have a regular job as well.”

“Why are you still in the military, I mean that is a really long time to be in the military,” she asked with a worried look. “I mean do you still have to go and do anything?”

“Sometimes I get called back to do some work,” he replied, before seeing an alarmed look on her face. “That isn’t common anymore, reservists are a combat ready ****, but not usually the first to go,” he replied. “Most of what I do is training and planning now at my rank, but I do get a call to go to another country every now and again. But that is at this point exceedingly rare.”

She made a face, she didn’t like the idea of James going into combat. Not one bit. She liked it less when she asked when the last time he had to go fight was, and it was within the last year. She pried for details but he would give none.

“I moved around a lot for those early years, and the job I have now involves travel, I guess I figured at some point I might need to relocate for it.”

“To where?” Olivia asked. “I mean this isn’t paradise or anything, but you think they will make you move somewhere? I mean, I would be going with you right?”

“It would be up to me if I relocated, at this point, and up to you to go with me if I did,” James replied. “I handle high level security for a big defense contractor. I have had to go all over the country and Europe for work at times.”

“Most often it had been Washington though. I would go to D.C. the past for meetings and hearings, and that might happen more in the future.”

“Like hearings in Congress? You have talked in front of them?” She replied, that sounded like a big deal.

“Not really my strongest suit,” he replied. “Normally I am there to inform the people we do have speak in front of Congress, that is usually not what they want from me. But if I’m honest I don’t like D.C. that much, it isn’t my kind of place.”

He was being humble, he had spoken in front of the armed services committee a few times, and a couple of others, as well as sessions of the house and senate at times. And he had sat down with Presidents before, more than one of them.

James wasn’t just a combat veteran and special forces operator, he was quite decorated. He had earned a silver star, a distinguished service medal, three Purple Hearts and a Medal of Honor along with a chest full of other medals. It was his highly decorated status that kept him in, still building his retirement percentage.

But the medals weren’t something he bragged about. He didn’t wear them when asked to wear his dress uniform, thinking of it as bragging, and not wanting to soil the memory of the soldiers he fought with who hadn’t made it home.

“So we have offices in D.C., New York, San Diego, Virginia,” he continued. “And also one in London and in Paris, and we pop them up in places like Seoul and Tokyo, I might need to move to any one of those places if I keep this job.”

“There is more though, your dad has meant a lot to me, we go way back, and I tried to stay close in case he needed help,” James continued after a long pause. “If you have friends your age, you need to keep them as long as you can.”

Olivia sighs, “friends my age, not a great cross section of Americana…not our best,” she replied sarcastically. “A lot left for college, some got dead end jobs, a couple are dancing on a pole, and some are still trying to live the party lifestyle…fucking anything with a pulse and flipping burgers to pay for it.”

“I just can’t do all that, I know what it would do to my dad, so I tend to keep to myself,” Olivia continued. “After mom died, he just hasn’t been himself…I haven’t always been around, but it has been hard to watch. Seeing this vibrant and energetic person, full of energy and life, and you see the light just go out. No happiness, no love, no hope, I have been a jerk not to be there for him, but I didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t hurt him even more…”

“Well fuck me,” James replied in a solemn tone. “I hate to see what has happened to your pops, I hate it Olivia. If I could undo all of it, your mom dying and the cancer I would darling.”

The room was quiet for a few minutes, as James didn’t know what to say and Olivia had nothing to say.

Finally she broke the ice, again, “so you have what…cable? Streaming? I assume you watch something with that big ass TV…” Olivia said. “No gaming system right?”

“I get my internet through a cable package,” James replied. “And it is high speed, I need that for working from here, and I get a lot of channels. But I like movies, and I watch sports sometimes.”

“Do you have a PlayStation or something to bring?” James asked, trying to keep things on a happier subject.

“We had one, but dad sold it a few weeks ago,” Olivia replies. “We didn’t play much, he did but I wasn’t ever big into video games.”

“Favorite film?” He asked her, and it was Deadpool, his was The Godfather. Sadly she had never seen it for being so old a film, but he had enjoyed Deadpool.

They discussed favorite music, favorite shows, foods, and they went back and forth. When they got to hobbies, James said he enjoyed dancing in addition to lifting weights, and Olivia was shocked.

“You dance?” She said, showing real interest. “What kind of dancing?”

James looked a little embarrassed and told her it was ballroom dancing, like swing and the waltz.

Olivia stood up straight and pushed his ottoman off to one side to make some room in the living room.

She then held a hand out to him, and pulled him to an open space in his floor, “let’s see it James, I do some dancing as well,” she said with a grin as she made a frame against him. And she smiled as he formed a perfect frame against her, straight up upright, and at a great angle for her size and body type.

James smiled widely at seeing her happy, “Alexa, play…A Thousand Years…”

Olivia leaned into him as the music started, and they danced a tidy waltz in his living room for the five minutes or so the song lasted. They were both very good dancers, managing their movement and spacing with the available floor space. In that moment they were perfectly in sync, moving as one in a beautiful and elegant dance.

James was beaming with pride, dancing was something he enjoyed but shared with nobody he knew. Very few looked at a 6’3” well built man with a beard and tattoos as someone who would dance, especially having been a special teams operator in the military.

He looked down however as he felt Olivia gently sobbing against his chest, and feared he had offended her.

“You ok Olivia?” He asked, “I am sorry if this got too personal.”

“I’m ok…I really am, it is just a beautiful song, I have danced to this in class a lot of times, but never the way I wanted to,” Olivia said softly, looking up into James‘s eyes. “Not like this…”

She leaned up on her toes and kissed him deeply, and he held her as they shared a passionate kiss.

This time her hand wandered to his stomach, then down the front of his pants where she gripped the bulge she had felt while dancing, and she breathed out an aroused sigh as she felt quite a lot of hard cock in her hard.

James‘s hands also wandered, one to grip her very shapely ass, and the other rose to squeeze one of her tits. She felt warm to the touch, she leaned into him as he touched her breast and smiled.

She pulled away, and keeping eye contact moved him to his sofa and sat him down. She did this with one hand gripping the top off his dress pants at the belt, and the other still on his cock outside of his pants. And her eyes were distinctly of the ‘fuck me’ variety.

James leaned back and sighed as the young beauty unbuttoned her vest and tossed it to the side. She then unbuttoned and removed her blouse, dropping it to the floor, giving James a great view of her in just a bra, and he liked what he saw.

She then unsnapped the waist of her skirt, and turned to the side. She then bent at the waist and dropped it to the floor.

She did this slowly, showing James her nearly naked form, a beautiful sculpted and muscled body.

She started to undo his belt, and James put a hand on hers, “I didn’t plan this…this isn’t what I wanted tonight…” he said softly. He wanted her, but she was ****, he was not a predator.

She moved his hand and then put her finger across his lips, then unfastened and removed her cute black bra, exposing a beautiful pair of perky B cup breasts.

He was amazed. He had seen bigger tits, but nothing this perfectly shaped. Perky, symmetrical, beautifully shaped, with nipples sized just right. He looked back up to see her watching his eyes, smiling at him.

Olivia then stared into his eyes as she pulled his belt out of his pants and tossed it, then put her hand on the bulge in his pants and smiled at him. He was still staring at her tits, she loved that he seemed to enjoy the view, it gave her confidence she didn’t always have.

“What I want right now…” she paused as she ran her fingers along what she felt to be a very healthy sized cock. “What I want is to please you James, to show you how good you have made me feel tonight,” she said with a smile. “Happier than I have been in months…maybe years.”

She then opened his pants and pulled his cock out, at least nine inches long and thick, she smiled and leaned in. Enjoying it visually, and getting close and taking in his scent, inhaling and smiling.

“And I want to do that by putting this cock in my mouth,” she said, kissing the tip. “I want to suck your cock, and I want you deep inside of me, I am going to fuck you like you haven’t been fucked in a while.”

“How do you plan to do that?” James asked in a coy tone. “I mean you don’t know all the crazy shit I might have done…”

She looked up at him and smiled, resting her chin on his cock as she unbuttoned his dress shirt, her eyes going wide as she saw his defined abs as she opened the shirt. She saw the abs, she saw tattoos, and then she saw some serious scars. Seemingly from battle, and some didn’t seem very old.

“It wont be that difficult to do I think,” Olivia said softly. “I am going to love you with my body, I mean baby I am going to fuck the shit out of you. But I am not just going to fuck you…I am guessing most of your lovers are in it for the fuck, just for the sex”.

“I am going to look you in the eyes while I fuck you, I am going to hold you and kiss you, and when we are done…you will know I am not going anywhere. I will be in your bed at night baby…from whenever we get married…to forever. You will have me for as long as you want me, I am never going to leave you.”

“I’m a lot older than you,” James replied, trying to talk some sense into her. “I am 53 years old, I didn't even know how old you were yesterday…”

“I am 19,” she replied quietly. “I am not a child, I can make my own choices.”

“Olivia, I will let you live here and keep insurance on you, I will take care of you, sex doesn’t have to be a part of it…marriage can be just a technical thing, a formality. I’m not here to take anything from you, I didn’t agree to do this just so I could fuck you.”

Olivia frowned, then knelt in front of him, placing her hands on his thighs, “I was not raised to be a liar, I am not going to lie about being your wife, not to anyone.” She said confidently, absolutely certain of herself.

“If we are going to be married, I am going to wear your ring, I am going to be faithful to you, and I am going to fuck you James. I am going to fuck you as often as I can, because I like to fuck…and I hope you do as well, but I am committing to a lot more than just fucking you,”

“My mom and dad didn’t have a perfect marriage, but they only did it once, they rode out the good and the bad. We were broke most of the time, but James…we were happy.”

“I can’t offer you much,” Olivia continued. “But I can offer me, all of me. I will be honest with you, I will be kind to you, and I will love you as much as I can…with my heart and with my body.”

“You aren’t taking anything from me,” she continued. “I am giving all of myself to you, it is my choice, it is what I want…”

James looked down at the beautiful young woman who was staring up into his eyes, promising to love him, something he hadn’t felt in a very long time. It brought a tear to his eye to think of it, as improbable as it was that love was possible so quickly, she was telling him the truth in her intentions.

As a career soldier and security consultant, a man whose wife cheated on him and had the child of her lover, James didn’t trust human nature at all. But he trusted his instincts on people, he was something of a human lie detector, in five languages.

In the special forces his team usually went into hostile nations and worked with the resistance. They gave them training and taught them combined arms doctrine, and they also provided food and water, healthcare and taught them the basics of engineering and other educational fundamentals people needed.

James needed to be able to feel it when someone they were talking to was working with the other side, and he was very good at it. He had learned the many tells men and women had when lying, he knew them like the back of his hand.

Olivia was being completely honest with him, this was from her heart. He looked, but he could find nothing dishonest about her.

He smiled, and pulled her towards him to kiss her, then stepped out of his dress pants, which she had lowered to his ankles. He then lifted her off her feet as if she weighed ten pounds. Olivia wrapped her legs around him and planted another deep kiss on him.

He carried her to his room and then James laid Olivia down on his bed, and kissed her deeply. He then kissed his way down to her perky breasts and kissed and sucked each of her nipples.

He paused to enjoy the view. He had seen a lot of tits, many of them bigger than Olivia’s, but none as beautiful. It was one of the more spectacularly beautiful sights he had ever seen, looking at her perfect and youthful breasts.

He took her breasts into her hands and massaged them as he sucked them, enjoying their firmness and her perfect skin.

Olivia laid back, stretching her hands behind her head, not wanting to restrict his access to her at all. He was taking his time and she enjoyed it, this felt as good as anything she had experienced physically.

After a couple of minutes James started to kiss his way down her body, smiling as he ran his tongue around her own somewhat defined abdominal muscles, before licking her naval.

Olivia squirmed and squealed with approval as James gently lowered her panties, a laced black pair that matched the bra she had been wearing.

He then lifted her leg and kissed her toned calf, and then kissed his way down her inner leg, until he found his target. James then lovingly and slowly ate her pussy for a good solid ten minutes.

Olivia put her hand against her mouth to stifle a shout, but it was in pleasure. She then moaned and squeezed her tits, her head arched back in a state of orgasmic joy.

He took his time at it, and Olivia was already near orgasm when he started, and had a long and powerful orgasm as he continued. As she orgasmed, her hands were in his hair and she shouted with joy.

He then rose back up to be face to face and kissed her, then kissed her neck as he lined up his cock between her legs. He paused, then opened a drawer in his nightstand and pulled out a condom in a wrapper, and Olivia’s eyes followed it as it moved into her field of vision.

As James opened the wrapper, Olivia took the condom in her hand and looked him in the eyes as she nodded no, and tossed it off the bed.

“I want to feel you inside of me…” she said softly. “Your body touching mine.”

She opened her toned legs wide for him, and beckoned him with her arms and her eyes, nodding yes and smiling as he lined up his unprotected cock between her legs.

As James entered her, Olivia‘s mouth opened wide in a silent gasp. He slowly and gently thrust into her, and her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips on his shoulder as he slowly fucked her.

Soon he picked up his pace, quicker and quicker, and the faster he went the more Olivia reacted. Soon she was shouting at him, “fuck me! Fuck me! Keep on fucking me!” Olivia yelled at her lover.

Eventually James slowed his pace and then stopped, now quite sweaty, as was his younger lover. “I’m getting close Olivia, are you safe?”

She smiled and kissed him, holding her hands on the sides of his face, “I have never felt safer in my life James, finish inside of me…I want all of you inside of me…please…”

James then resumed fucking her, holding a rapid pace during which Olivia orgasmed again, “Jesus fucking Christ James…fuck you are good at this…” she said breathlessly as he finally pushed all the way inside of her, on instinct as he finished inside of her.

Olivia’s mouth opened wide and she moaned loudly, and James grunted and shook as he orgasmed hard. It was genuinely his best orgasm in a very long time.

He then eased off of her, moving beside her as he kissed her again, with a smile, “ok…fuck, that was different Olivia, I don’t get how, but that was pretty fucking great.”

Olivia smiled and crawled over him, kissing his chest and smiling, “you were pretty awesome baby, so far….” She said this as she kissed her way down to his cock, still hard and messy with his cum and her fluids, where she started slowly sucking his cock.

“So far?” He asked in a coy tone.

“We aren’t done for the night baby,” she said as she let his cock out of her mouth. “You don’t need the little blue pills right? Can you go again for me?”

She looked at a clock on his wall, it was only just 7:15 PM, “I don’t need to get home for three hours, we have a lot more catching up to do…”

James smiled at the beautiful young woman in his bed, “I haven’t ever needed any fucking pills, with you I don’t expect I ever will Olivia.”