I am Angela, a 43-year-old woman who has been single for nearly three years. I am 5 feet 1 inch with shoulder-length brown hair and a curvy, strong physique. I am a very capable and independent woman who has a very physical job in a male-dominated industry. I'm the only woman working on the yard and can give most of the men a run for their money.

As well as my job keeping me fit, I also enjoy going to the gym regularly and walking to stay active outside of work. I am now very comfortable in my own company, something I have worked very hard to achieve, as well as generally building my confidence over the past three years. I don't need a man for my happiness, but I would love to find someone to share the adventure of life with.

Thomas is a man I met not long after separating from my ex through a dating site. I really wasn't looking for a new relationship that quickly, but I needed to get out of the house as much as possible, as my ex was still living there. I also knew I needed to make new friends, as I had lost most of mine during the twenty-two years I was with the ex. Thomas and I chatted briefly through the dating app, and he quickly suggested meeting, and I jumped at the chance to get out.

Thomas is 6 feet 1, slender, and muscular. He has salt-and-pepper hair, which is long on top, tied up, and short on the back and sides. He also has a very neatly trimmed beard and moustache, a gorgeous smile, and twinkly eyes. He is a very handsome man in my opinion. We met at a local bar for a drink, and I was so nervous that I could barely talk and went bright red. I never did the dating thing when I was young, as I fell into my long-term relationship and the brief one I had before him. Thankfully, I had warned Thomas I would be nervous and had said to just keep talking to me, and I'd come out of my shell. Thomas was very sweet and patient with me, and after a short while I managed to relax, and we had a lovely evening.

During the course of the evening we both spoke about our past relationships. Thomas was going through a messy divorce and had three children. He admitted to me that he had thought he might be ready for a new relationship. He'd been separated for almost two years by this point but, on reflection, had realised he really wasn't. We got on very well and had some shared interests and decided we could be friends.

We have met up relatively frequently over the past three years, mainly for coffees and the occasional home-cooked meal, but we message frequently. We have supported each other through some really difficult and emotional times and are now both officially divorced and much happier for it. Thomas has said he wouldn't recognise me now from the woman he first met. Physically I haven't really changed, but my confidence has soared from what it was when we met. Thomas too looks so much lighter since his divorce has finalised, like a massive weight has been lifted.

Over the three years that I have known Thomas, I have developed feelings for him. I had hoped he felt similarly to me and decided to tell him how I felt. Unfortunately for me, he said that he didn't feel a relationship between us would work for whatever reason. I'm not going to lie, I was gutted, but I'd prefer to have him in my life as just a friend than not at all, so I'm as happy as I can be with the situation. That may change in time; for my own sanity, I might have to cut ties, but for now it works for both of us.

You are probably wondering why I am telling you all about Thomas when he has said he isn't interested in me. Well, something might have happened.

Last week I went to the gym for the first time in a while. I've had quite a busy social calendar, and work has also been pretty full-on, especially with the heat waves we've been having. All of that has culminated in me not really having the time and energy to go to the gym. On Monday when I attended, it was just my best friend in the class with me. Coach ran us through the warm-up and one of the workouts before moving on to the second workout/exercise, which was front squats. We were to take turns to do fifteen, then twelve, then nine at a moderate weight and then do three single reps at a heavier weight.

It was when we got to the single reps that I messed up. My friend was lifting first, and we decided to put 65kg on the bar. She took her turn, then I took mine and surprised myself when I felt I lifted it quite easily. We then decided to increase to 75kg for the next single rep. My friend went, struggled, and failed. We reset the bar, and it was my turn. I should have played safe and dropped the weight, as my friend has been way more frequently than I have in recent times. Well, pride comes before the fall, and I decided I could outlift her. I was wrong. As I went to stand back up, I realised my error, but in bailing out of the lift, my elbow made contact with my knee, and this caused 75kg to bend my wrist back, and I felt a crack or pop.

I do have a high pain threshold, but I'll happily admit I grabbed my wrist and walked about swearing for a good ten minutes before I could let go. Once the initial pain had subsided, I was able to move all my fingers, thumb, and wrist; it just didn't quite feel right. Needless to say, I didn't continue with the class and just cheered my friend on from the sidelines. The following morning it still didn't feel quite right, but it didn't really hurt, so I decided to go to work as normal and to see how I got on. By the end of the day I had decided I needed to get it checked out, as there was now a small bit of swelling and it was more uncomfortable than it had been.

Not wanting to spend all evening sitting in a hospital, I checked the waiting times online and found that the unit closest to my house had a waiting time more than double that of one that happened to be close to where Thomas lives. All the other units close by also had stupidly long waiting times, so off to the one near Thomas I went. After I arrived at the hospital, I messaged Thomas to let him know what I was doing, and he suggested we meet after if it wasn't too late, as we hadn't seen each other in a while.

After four and a bit hours, I was finally able to leave the hospital, but I now had an issue. I had been x-rayed, and although I hadn't broken any bones, the doctor thought I had partially torn a ligament in my hand. As a result, he had gotten one of the nurses to put my hand into a plaster cast, and this meant I was unable to drive home. I was stuck and feeling unsettled, not knowing how I was going to cope on my own with 1 hand. Thomas messaged me just as I was leaving to see how I was doing, so I told him of my situation, and without hesitation he offered to meet me at the hospital. He was able to drive my car, so he could take me and it home. It was late, and living in Cornwall, public transport at that time of night is non-existent, and a taxi costs a fortune, so I offered my spare bed so that Thomas wouldn't then be stuck, and a plan was set.

We grabbed a takeaway en route as I was starving before getting to mine, where we ate and chatted. It was now pretty late, and I was pretty tired and covered in dust and grime still from work. I let Thomas get ready for bed before me, knowing it would probably take me a while to get cleaned up with 1 hand. Thomas gave me the all-clear, and I headed to the bathroom to shower.

In the bathroom, I brushed my teeth before attempting to get undressed to shower. Getting undressed wasn't too much of a challenge until I got to trying to remove my bra. Due to having an active and physical job, I wear sports bras that I can pull on and off over my head, with no clasps. I had hoped that without having to fiddle with a clasp I would be able to cope without any assistance, but try as I might, I just couldn't grasp the bra enough to pull it over my head. I tried and tried, and no matter what I did, I couldn't do it. The more I tried, the hotter and more frustrated I got, and the more I began to swear to myself.

Thomas was in the bedroom next to my bathroom and obviously heard that I was having some difficulty. After about fifteen minutes of me struggling, there was a gentle knock at the door. "Are you okay in there? Do you need a hand at all?" Thomas inquired.

Although I have worked a lot on my body confidence since separating from my ex, in that moment I felt very unattractive and vulnerable, and the tears began to flow. "I can't get my bra off," I sobbed.

"I can give you a hand if you need me to. I don't mind," Thomas responded.

"But I'm disgusting. I'm covered in sweat and dust," I stated despondently.

"Don't be silly," Thomas gently scolded. "If I don't give you a hand, what are you going to do?"

I took a deep breath and unlocked the door. Thomas pushed the door open and sighed, pulling me into an embrace. "It's okay to ask for help when you need it," he said and held me while I wept.

I quickly calmed down and looked up at Thomas. "Thank you for helping me. I'm not sure what I would have done."

"That's what friends are for, silly," Thomas said, using his thumb to wipe the tears from my cheeks before gently turning me by my shoulder till I had my back to him.

I was suddenly very aware that he was going to see me naked for the first time, and although I knew he wasn't interested in me like that, my heart began to race. Thomas reached around and took hold of my bra, and I lifted my arms to allow him to pull it over his head. As he began to pull, the knuckles of his left hand rubbed across the underside of my left breast, causing me to catch my breath slightly. I also lost my balance slightly and wobbled back against him so my back was pressed firmly against him. Thomas kept pulling, and very quickly the bra was removed, and I fully expected him to leave, but he didn't.

Thomas dropped the bra to the floor before bringing both his hands to my shoulders, bending slightly to bring his mouth close to my right ear. "You are beautiful, Angela," he whispered. I was shocked and scoffed slightly, as in that moment I felt far from beautiful. Thomas brought his right hand to my chin and gently turned my head so he was able to look me in the eye. "You are beautiful," he stated firmly again before bringing his lips to mine in a tentatively soft kiss. I melted into the kiss, my skin tingling and heartbeat racing even faster. I had imagined kissing him for so long and couldn't believe it was finally happening.

I turned slowly so I was facing Thomas, not breaking the kiss. We continued like this for a short time, with Thomas slowly stroking his hands up and down my back, causing my hair to stand on end and me to shiver. "Come on, we'd better get you washed," Thomas said, breaking the kiss. He helped me to cover the cast with a bag and turned the shower on for me. I stepped in, letting the water cascade over my naked body as Thomas reached for the shower gel. He gently massaged the shower gel all over my body. As his hands ran over my breasts, my nipples immediately hardened, and as his hands traveled between my legs, he let out a low groan as he discovered how wet I was. Quickly we rinsed the soap from my body before he helped me from the shower and wrapped me in a towel.

Thomas helped me dry and remove the bag covering my cast before kissing me deeply again. His hands roamed over my body, which left trails of what felt like electric sparks under his touch. He started to guide me backward toward my bedroom as we continued to kiss, tongues exploring each other's mouths. Thomas backed me up till my legs were against my bed. Here he broke the kiss so he could trail kisses down my neck, making me squirm and my juices run even more freely. His mouth continued south on its journey, kissing his way down till he found my right nipple. It was almost painfully hard and begging for attention, as was my left. I sighed and gasped as he licked, sucked, flicked, and nibbled on it as he teased my left nipple with its piercing, twisting, tugging, and squeezing.

My left hand was tangled in his hair, my right hanging uselessly at my side, as I moaned under his attention. I couldn't take it any longer; my legs buckled, and I sank onto the bed. Thomas helped me to move back onto the bed and lifted my legs so my most intimate area was fully exposed to him. My thighs were slick with my wetness and my lips puffy and pink from my arousal. Thomas groaned as he dropped to his knees and began to kiss and lick up my inner thighs. When he reached my slick folds, he blew gently before extending his tongue and licking the full length from back to front, setting more electric sparks firing off from my core. Thomas growled his approval, thrusting his tongue deep inside me. I was writhing on the bed, my left hand holding him to me, breathing heavily and crying out.

Thomas licked and sucked my glistening lips, nibbling and lapping before moving up to my clit. He teased me mercilessly with the lightest of kisses, licks, and flicks of the tongue till I was squirming and begging him for more. Finally, with a chuckle, he took pity on me and sucked my engorged and throbbing clit into his mouth. The sensation was exquisite, and I cried out, clamping my thighs round his head as fireworks exploded and I came hard, my juices coating his face.

Thomas sat back with a smug look on his face and my juices running down his chin. He stroked my inner thighs, watching as I came back down, breathing returning to normal and tremors shaking my body. I had almost recovered and went to sit up, planning to return the favour, but Thomas had other ideas. He pushed my upper body back onto the bed before diving back in. He licked up all my juices before inserting his tongue and fucking me with it. I was panting and moaning, swearing as I struggled under his ministrations.

I was bucking about, arching my back off the bed, and struggling to catch my breath. Thomas shifted so his left arm clamped down across my stomach, and at the same time, he inserted two fingers of his right hand into my dripping tunnel. He curled his fingers upward to find my G-spot and sucked my clit between his lips once again. My world shrunk, and stars flashed before my eyes as a massive orgasm ripped through my body. I screamed out as fluids gushed out of me and I thrashed about. I was gasping for air, unable to think straight as Thomas climbed onto the bed next to me and held me as I recovered.

After a few minutes, my vision had cleared, and my breathing returned to normal. I rolled to look at Thomas, who was smiling at me with his eyes sparkling, and it was like a switch flipped in me, and my energy returned. I pushed him onto his back and climbed between his legs. Thomas had a gorgeous, 7-inch, girthy cock that was rock solid. The head was peeking out of his foreskin with pre-cum beading on the tip, and his pubes were neatly trimmed. He looked delicious, and I couldn't wait to taste him.

I licked my lips as I bent to lick the underside of his throbbing prick, from base to tip. I looked up to see Thomas watching me, and as I reached the jewel glistening on his tip, his eyes closed, and he sighed as his head fell back onto the bed. Thomas tasted amazing, and I wrapped my lips around his girth and swirled my tongue, exploring all the ridges as I moaned my approval. I brought my left hand up to grasp the base of his cock and wanked him as I began to bob up and down with my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue as I went. I gradually took more of his manhood into my mouth until it was entering my throat and my nose was hitting his pelvis.

Spit was running from the corners of my mouth and down Thomas's firm testicles, which were now tickling with my left hand. Thomas was panting and groaning with his right hand fisted in my hair and his hips beginning to buck, causing me to gag. I kept sucking and moaning my delight at the taste of his pre-cum and the twitching of his cock.

"Fuck Angela, that feels amazing," he panted. "I'm not going to be able to last much longer if you keep that up!"

I let his throbbing prick slip from my lips momentarily as I looked him in the eye and, with a wicked smile, stated, "I want to taste you!"

Thomas let out a loud growl and shoved his dick immediately back into my eager and open mouth. He took a firm hold of my hair and started to fuck my mouth as I sucked and swirled my tongue around his girth. I could feel his cock expanding as I hummed my encouragement. Thomas gave two more thrusts of his hips and then held my mouth down on his prick as he exploded rope after rope of delicious cum straight down my throat. I did my best to swallow it all, but the volume was so great that I was coughing and choking. Thomas relaxed his grip on my hair, letting me sit up, wiping any escaped cum up with my fingers, and sucking them clean.

I gave Thomas a satisfied grin as I sat back on my heels. Thomas reached for me, pulling me down into a passionate kiss, moaning as he tasted himself on my lips and tongue. He was still rock hard and quickly rolled me onto my back so he was now between my thighs with the tip of his shaft resting between my swollen and slick lips. He rolled his hips back and forth, teasing us both and causing us to groan from the sensation of his prick running through my folds. We were both panting again. I pulled back from the kiss. "Please," I begged.

Thomas needed no further encouragement and sheathed his sword inside me in one deep, firm thrust, bottoming out in one stroke. "Fuck!" was all I could utter as Thomas slowly began to pump his hips, withdrawing almost completely before burying himself fully in me again. He slowly stroked in and out of me as our tongues danced in each other's mouths. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I met each of his thrusts with one of my own as our pace gradually increased until we were fucking frantically.

Suddenly Thomas pulled out and easily flipped me over so my round ass was in the air and my chest was on the bed, sliding straight back into me. He grasped my hips firmly as he thrust in deep, filling me completely. I was groaning, and the squelching sound from each thrust was obscene. Thomas was pumping in and out of me, and my thighs were trembling as waves of ecstasy were building within. He let go of my hip with his right hand, sliding his hand between my cheeks, coating his thumb with my copious juices before pushing it into my back door. I squealed and instantly came, convulsing and squeezing his cock, and my juices flooded out of me.

Thomas groaned and slowed his pace as my cunt gripped his shaft like a vice. As my orgasm subsided and my grip of him loosened, Thomas began to thrust again at the same time as fucking my ass with his thumb. I was incoherent by this point but still doing my best to meet each of his thrusts. Thomas's rhythm quickly started to falter, and I could feel his prick swelling inside me. The idea of Thomas filling me up excited me so much. I had had so many fantasies of this moment. "Yes, fuck yes, fill me up," I cried out. This sent Thomas over the edge. He roared as he buried himself as deep inside me as he could and held there, spurting rope after rope of cum, covering my walls before it began to spill out and run down my thighs, mixing with my juices as I came again, collapsing with Thomas still balls deep in me.

We lay there for a while, panting and coming back down to earth as Thomas gradually softened inside me before slipping out. We rolled over, so we were hugging and quickly drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.