CHAPTER 1
I had been studying martial arts for four years. The first time I saw her was at my first promotional test. Maxine was fourteen at the time.
She kept glancing back at me. She was cute. But, Maxine was just a kid. I thought nothing of it.
Due to scheduling conflicts I had to switch to another school. I saw her two years later at a tournament. Again it seemed like Maxine was
checking me out.
I played it off and made sure I kept my distance. School girl crush, I thought.
The kind that get a married man like me in trouble. Two and half years later, I returned to my original school.
She attended classes on a different day. Students could not attend the adult class until
they were 18 or got special permission from the head instructor.
I would see her from time to time at the school on off days. We would exchange simple hello's. I would see her from time to time sneaking glances.
Later that year Maxine turned eighteen and I got divorced. The two were unrelated.
I walked into class one day and there she was. I greeted her like I greeted any of my fellow classmates. I thought it strange that Maxine was in uniform.
But, then I remembered, when you turned eighteen, you join the adult class. During drills, I caught Maxine checking me out again.
I was thinking she should have outgrown the school girl crush. Why is she checking me out? I'm twice her age. To be fair, I wasn't exactly a slouch. Since taking martial arts, I had dropped 20 pounds and toned up considerably.
I was also pretty good at martial arts. Infact, I was a in the top five as far as black belts
in the school. So, I could understand her admiration.
I later found it just how admired I really was.
Later during forms, I couldn't help be notice how much she had grown up.
She had a nice trimmed waist and a toned ass. My thought drifted as I watched her gracefully transition from one form to the next. I shifted my thoughts as I felt a hard-on coming on.
Reality kicked in and I pushed the thought of dating her out of my mind. She's too young and I'm too old, I thought. One day we were going self-defense and she's my partner.
I decide to steer clear of the ground fighting techniques. I worried about how inappropriate it would look for an older guy like myself to wrestle around with a sexy young vixen.
Instead I focused on stand up holds, which involve a lot of grabbing but no body contact. I showed her a few techniques suitable
for a woman her size vs a man my size.
I noticed her skin seemed very hot to the touch. During the demonstration, her uniform had come undone. She was wearing a sports bra.
Most women wore sport bras to class. I had seen them before. I couldn't help but notice her nipples straining against the elastic fabric. My cock started to swell. I know Maxine saw me looking, but she seemed in no hurry to rectify the situation. My cock grew some more. I thought this could get embarrassing.
I locked eyes with her and started
discussing what we had just covered as I casually tidied up her uniform. When class ended, I quickly changed and headed for the door. Nothing unusual. I would often leave immediately after class.
I took a deep breath outside and tried to make sense of what just happened as I head towards my car.
A couple of days later, I was at the mall and heard this voice call my name. I thought I was hearing things. I turn to find myself standing face to face with Maxine. She had a warm smile and her eyes had this twinkle in them.
Damn, she was beautiful.
Seeing her in street clothes was something new. Martial arts uniforms are uni-sex. So, they tend to hide the female physique.
She was wearing form fitting jeans that accentuated her thin waist, shapely
legs, and hips.
Maxine had raven black wavy hair that stopped just below her shoulder and she wore bangs in the front. She usually tied her hair back during class, so this was a pleasant first. She wore red lipstick.
The type that seemed to always be wet. The color seems deeper and more rich against her
raven black hair.
I smiled back and greeted her. I played it casual. We talked for a bit. I. noticed she had a bag from a lingerie shop in the mall. She said she'd pick up a little something.
I quickly pictured her in every skimpy lingerie outfit I could imagine. Before I could censor my response I replied. "Something sexy I hope..." I nervously waited her reaction. I was relieved when Maxine bit her lower lip and glowed as flashed a coy smile. She quickly asked if I could do her a favor.
I figure why not. She said she was doing some shopping for her dad. "Dad," I said to myself. "Just great..." She asked if I would come along and help her pick out a jacket she was looking at. She grabbed me by the hand and lead me though the mall.
Once in the store she had me try on a few jackets. She was more than willing to help me adjust the collar or smooth out the lapel. She then asked if I would model a few shirts for her.
Now, I had never seen her dad, but, I knew it would be an odd coincidence if we had the same body type. But, none the less I went along. I tried on a shirt. Maxine checked the fit in the shoulders around the waist and in the back. I have to say I liked the attention.
Once, Maxine leaned from the front to fix the collar. Her lovely neck was only a few inches in in front of me. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating. I could tell we were
both having the same experience. She said she'd come back and get the jacket.
I could feel our time winding down.
Maxine asked me what I was doing tonight. I told her I was going to video store to pick up some movies and get some pizza. She said she liked pizza. I asked if she wanted to come over.
She accepted and I wrote down my address and phone number and gave it to her. I jokingly added, "You have to wear an after five dress, it's a formal affair." Maxine laughed and smiled. Later, I was just pulling the pizza out of the oven when the door bell rang. I opened the door.
Maxine had changed into a short black dress that stopped halfway up her thighs. Her legs were even more shapely that I had
imagined. She smiled and said hi. Her eyes twinkled with excitement. I gave her a hug as I welcomed her in. My hands touched the soft smooth skin of her back.
I told her I kidded that I was only joking about the after five dress. She smiled and laughed. Maxine asked if I liked the way she
looked. I scratched my chin and pretended to be in deep thought.
I motioned for her to turn around. She did a slow elegant turn. Damn she had a nice ass,
I thought. I was silent for a moment. "Well", she asked. I responded, "It's a bit casual for my taste, but it's too late to change." She hit me in the arm and I pretended like it really hurt.