Chapter 8

• New story
• 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. Schoolgirl crush, I thought. The kind that gets 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 classmates. I thought it strange that Maxine was in uniform. But, then I remembered, when you turned eighteen, you joined 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 have dropped 20 pounds and toned up considerably. I was also pretty good at martial arts. I was 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 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 thoughts 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 was 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 sports 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 headed 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 unisex. 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 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 seemed deeper and more rich against her raven-black hair.
• I smiled back and greeted her. I played it casually. 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 for 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 led me through 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. Nonetheless went along. I tried on a shirt.