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Life-Changing Surprise

I'd been working long hours and decided to take time off, so I booked a last-minute, all-expenses-paid getaway at a Caribbean resort. My wife died a few years ago, so I was alone. I'm 42, an over-worked lawyer, and lonely. Lying around in the sun while people bring me poolside drinks for a long weekend was just what the doctor ordered.

I arrived late Thursday, and Friday morning I was at the pool with a good book and a margarita. After a while, I noticed a gorgeous young woman across the pool. She was stunning: she looked to be college aged, long dark red hair, full lips, athletic, toned body, with perfect curves. I guessed she must have been 32DD, clearly all natural, and her little yellow bikini didn't hide much. She reminded me of someone, but I couldn't place it.

I noticed she was reading the same book I was: "H Is for Hawk." I was reading it because in the past few years I've read nothing but grief fiction. I wondered what this Red's reasoning was.

Late morning, Red wandered over to the pool bar and propped on a stool. I saw my chance. I glided over and asked, "Is this seat taken?" She looked up and gesture for me to sit. I ordered another margarita.

"I see we're reading the same book," and I showed her my copy. She smiled. "Oh, what a coincidence. What do you think?" I told her I was enjoying it but that it was emotional trying, since my wife had died a couple of years earlier. Red squinted a little and said her mother had just died last month. She got a little money from life insurance and decided to take a trip in her mother's honor. We clinked glasses and introduced ourselves. Ava was her name. She took off her sunglasses, and the most incredible blue eyes stared out at me.

We spent the whole afternoon talking about the book, loss, travel, movies. We laughed, and at times we both got a little weepy, spurred on by talk of lost loved ones and too many margaritas. Late afternoon, we agreed we'd meet for dinner. We parted ways and met an hour later at the main restaurant. I waited at the bar, and eventually Ava appeared in the doorway looking stunning: loose black summer dress, fairly low-cut, with bright red lipstick and enough eye shadow to look mysterious. I found myself wondering why such a beauty would dress up for me.

Over dinner, we found we had more and more in common. We practically completed each other's sentences. Over dessert, I finally got up the nerve to say that I was pretty smitten with her. She put her hand on mine, smiled, and said, "Ditto." I asked her how she could be interested in a man twice her age, and she told me that growing up with a single mother made her naturally curious about older men. My heart skipped a beat.

I walked her back to her room, and as I said goodnight she leaned up and kissed me lightly on the lips. We locked eyes, grabbed each other, and kissed passionately. She fumbled for the door to her cabana, and we were inside. Clothes came off in a tornado of material, and standing in front of me was the most incredibly beautiful, desirable woman I'd ever seen. I was down to my boxers, which could barely contain me. I'd never been as turned on.

Ava became stroking my growing member through my loose boxers, which she slowly pulled down my legs. My cock popped out and stared at her angrily. She took it in her hand, looked up at me, and began licking the head. Soon she was gobbling it up and sucking on my penis like a lollipop. She quickened the rhythm until I was significantly harder than I'd ever been before. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her while she stroked my dick and I massaged her perfect breasts.

She pulled me onto the bed, looked me in the eye, and whispered, "Please fuck me." I entered her soaking pussy, which was incredibly tight, compared to my late wife. We made love for what seemed to be an eternity, finally cumming together while groaning loudly. We had sex three more times that night, which is remarkable for me. I'd never done it more than once in a single night.

We spent the whole weekend together, laughing, biking, swimming, drinking, and fucking. By Sunday night, I told her I'd never felt this way, that it was as if we'd known each other forever and were already part of each other's lives. We seemed destined for each other. I was in love already. Ava said she felt the same way. We began to make plans. She had just graduated college and would relocate to be with me in Los Angeles.

We opened champagne and celebrated. She said she wanted to catch me up on her life. She pulled out her phone and showed me her friends from college, photos from her semester abroad in Spain, her childhood dog, finally her mother. She swiped through photos of her mom and her throughout their life together. Finally she came across a photo of her mother holding Ava when she was a baby, and my heart stopped. I instantly recognized her mother as an acquaintance from college. Slowly it all came back to me: her mother and I had hooked up after a graduation party. I barely remembered any details, we were so drunk that night. I asked Ava more about her father, and she told me her mother became pregnant with her as she was graduating college, and the boy wasn't in her life, but she decided to keep the baby, whom she called her "Little Gift."

I knew right away: I was Ava's father. (Later, we had our DNA tested and confirmed it.) All the blood ran out of my face and hers as I told her.

We talked through dinner. The more we talked, the more we found it didn't matter. We felt the same way. I wasn't in Ava's life when she was a child, and my late wife and I had never had kids. This still seemed destined.

We went back to my room and made love intensely. Our connection made the chemistry even stronger, and I have to confess I think we both were excited about the taboo nature of it.

Ava moved in with me a month later. We're expecting a child this summer, and we're happier than we ever thought we could be.