The Latter Years
Casey and I met at the activity center, it was the monthly potluck and cards day. I was at a table by myself messing around on my laptop, there's a big sign on the window that says 'free wi-fi', whoopee, lower my rent instead and stop trying to convince me I'm getting something for nothing. The cheap bastards, I can steal wi-fi from my dumb neighbor for cryin out loud.
Yes, I'm the crabby curmudgeon who thinks the powers that be are corrupt as hell, all of them, I don't care what party they're affiliated with. Oh, and the NSA really does have my phone tapped. I choose not to be happy, I choose to be a pain in the ass, acting like an ogre keeps most people away from me, which is the way I like it here at The Happy Acres Retirement Village.
Happy Acres my ass, it's filled with nothing but old busybodies who can't mind their own business and think because they wear one of them new push up bra's they're sexy again. If that isn't bad enough the majority of the men here haven't got enough backbone to tell those nosy old hags to piss off. My lease will be up in two months and then they can kiss my ass goodbye, shit I already have a nice little place lined up for less than these blood suckers are charging.
I'd made a casserole as my contribution, one of the hags made a snide comment about what she thought it might taste like since I no longer had a wife. I gave her the evil eye and told her no one was holding a gun to her head, eat something else. It wasn't fancy, but it was tasty, sliced chicken breasts over a bed of the little square hashbrowns, (I know they're called something else but I don't really care) then coated it with a bourbon glaze and a layer of shredded cheddar, bake for an hour and voila, there ya are. I think the reason the old fart bitched about mine is because she always makes a shitty green bean dish and nobody eats it.
Thinking I only had to endure this monkey cage until my casserole was all gone it startled me when the prettiest gal I'd seen in some time sat next to me. Looking around I thought, dammit, there area at least 10 chairs open, and she has to sit next to me. I wanted to be pissed and tell her to fuck off, but I couldn't get past her infectious smile. Why couldn't she be some fat old cow with half her teeth missing and smelling like urine, it would be easy to send someone like that packing.
Not this one, nooooo, she had to have the perfect makeup, hair curled and flipped slightly on the ends, bright red lipstick, hoop earrings, a pearl necklace and a lovely floral print summer dress. I didn't even need to see her tits and ass, as good as the rest of her looked I was sure they'd be almost perfect.
All I wanted to do was be left alone so I could peruse the newest submissions on Literotica in the Mature category, but no, little miss 'my God you're a knockout' had to sit down and smile. Fuck, now I have to be nice. Some days you're the windshield, some days you're the bug, I gritted my teeth and said, "Hi', my name's Stewert, how do you like me so far?"
(To the asshole who wants to write and tell me Stewert is spelled with an 'art', talk to my mother, I had nothing to do with how she spelled it on my birth certificate. If she were still alive she'd tell you to fuck off.)
She reached out to shake my hand .... son of a bitch .... she even has soft delicate hands and her smile is telling me she's here to mess up my world. I just need to figure out if it's gonna be in a good or bad way.
"Hi Stew, my name is Casandra, most people call me Casey. Are you new to the village?"
"The name is Stewert, not Stew, and I been here almost a year. My sentence will be up in two months and then I'm outa here."
"Gee Stew, I'm disappointed to hear that, I've been here six months and I think I've only seen you once before today. Not liking it here I take it?"
Is this chick deaf? I just told her my name aint Stew, geez, maybe she needs hearing aids. Or maybe she's just messed up in the head.
"Ya know Stew, you really should try some of that chicken dish with the bourbon glaze, it is absolutely delicious. Want a bite of mine?"
As pretty and as sweet as she is, this twat is beginning to get on my pip. Maybe if I'm nasty to her she'll get the hint, because my resolve to be an old prick is dissolving more quickly than normal. I aint used to being around gals who are both intelligent and pretty. I know they're out there, but they aren't bangin on my door. And I sure as hell aint used to a woman being the aggressor.
I glared at her trying to be nasty, "Yeah, I've had it, it's okay. You try the green bean dish?"
"Now that my friend .... is nothing more than fresh cow shit with dried French onions on top."
It was all I could take as I burst out laughing, I laughed so hard my stomach ached.
"So, Stew can smile after all. You really should try some of this dish, it's very good."
"I know, I made it."
With a sly grin she said, "Bullshit, you didn't make this ..... did you?" I nodded. "I'll be damned, a man who's cute and can cook as well. You come across as grumpy, but I have a feeling you're all fluff under that rough exterior."
It was my turn to be damned, I work so hard at being a grumpy pain in the ass and this pretty thing has me figured out in fifteen minutes.
"Hey, don't tell anyone, I have a reputation to maintain. If some of these people know I'm actually nice they'll never give me a moments peace. Mums the word, okay?"
I noticed the casserole dish was empty and stood to take my leave. She reached out and took my wrist pulling me back down.
"Just where do you think you're going? You're going to be my partner in Hand and Foot when these others are done stuffing their faces."
"Like hell I am, I'm outa here."
"Save the attitude Stew, I already know you're a pushover, be a proper gentleman and bring me a cup of coffee along with a slice of that apple pie. Well go, don't sit there with your mouth open catching flies."
Walking to the dessert table I'm thinking, "If you were a guy I'd drop you." But she wasn't a guy, she was a good lookin woman with what I had now come to realize was a hot little body, and she chose to sit next to me. Something aint right in River City. We're having pie and that starts with P which rhymes with T and that spells trouble with a capitol T. Maybe I should grab my dish and run, but then again, I don't want to, as much as she's peeling away the layers of hard ass, I kinda like being with her.
"Here you go Casey. What makes you think I'm going to stay and play cards? I have things to do."
"No you don't, none of us do, if you had things to do you wouldn't be sitting here putting up with a pushy broad who wants to get to know you better. You're going to be my partner playing cards, don't piss me off Stew."
My mind is screaming, run, run away very fast. Not me, I'm an idiot as I stand there grinning like a shit eatin dog. She wants to get to know me better, just what the hell is that all about? Could she be one of those hot retired women who rock your world in bed? All I've seen over the past ten months are short and rotund, or average size with tits that hang to their waist. She's the first I've seen that I would consider as hot, or that I'd want to bang.
Needless to say I'm no prize. At 66 I still have most of my hair, it's fashionably grey, and I didn't need to get the color from a bottle. I've made sure I didn't let my belly hang over my belt, I am anything but 'ripped', however my stomach is still flat, and I don't have what they refer to as a muffin waist. At least I think that's what they call it, don't really give a shit one way or the other.
I don't do the gym thing, I stay active doing simple exercises in my flat and I walk or ride the old Schwinn for twenty to thirty minutes a day. Don't need to take any pills, including the little blue ones. So far what is supposed to get hard does and stays hard until the job is done, being a firm believer in 'if you don't use it you lose it' I make sure it gets used in the shower at least once every two weeks. I may not be getting any pussy, but I'm damn sure prepared if it happens to flop onto my bed. I don't fault those who need the blue pill, I'm gonna take them if I ever need to, I just don't need to yet.
I was brought back to reality when I heard the tables being shuffled around for cards, I put my laptop away and sat across from Casey. Next to me was Sid Plante, a retired banker who seethed with bullshit, he instantly tried to be friendly, I looked at him and said softly, "Fuck off Sid." I felt a jab in my shins with the edge of a shoe and looked over at Casey.
"Behave, don't piss me off."
I ended up having fun, which pissed me off to a degree, I'd worked on my gruff exterior almost a year and she nearly destroyed it in less than three hours. I offered to walk her home which she readily accepted, as we approached my place I ask what her plans were for the evening.
"After we change clothes you're taking me for pizza and then a sundae afterward. So get your scrawny ass in the house and put on something other than that damned flannel and carpenters jeans."
That was it, I wasn't taking any more of her shit, I'm the man here, I'll take charge of things thank you very much.
"Who the hell are you to tell me what I'm gonna do? I didn't invite you to meddle. Tell me where your apartment is and I'll finish escorting you home."
"I live across the street from you dipstick, in the lower unit. Who the hell do I think I am? I'm the one who's watched your train come off the tracks since I got here. I see you go out every day, I watch you raise and lower your flag each morning and evening, I see you doing your exercises in the living room because you don't have enough brains to close the curtains. Who am I Stew? I'm the one who's going to help you get back in the game of life without being so F-ing miserable all the time. You're beginning to piss me off, now get your ass in there, change and pick me up in twenty minutes."
My mind is racing as I storm off. Fuck you bitch, you aren't going to tell me what to do, I'll take you for pizza but we sure as hell are not going for a sundae. Dammit, I hate pushy broads, I don't care how pretty she is or how much I'd like to nail her ass to my mattress, a guy has to draw the line somewhere. I had on my pissed off nasty face as I walked to the door, I had my speech all ready, I'll put her in her place, no more kissing her ass, the moment she opened it and smiled I let loose.
"Boy Casey, you look great. Which pizza place did you wanna go to? I kind of like Sammy's, is that okay with you? I gotta say Casey, you're rockin those slack's and you make that blouse look dang good."
Yeah, you really showed her didn't you, you pussy.
"I'll give you an hour to stop paying me compliments Stew. Let's go I'm hungry."
Things were not going according to plan, she wasn't supposed to be so damn pretty nor look so tantalizing in her slacks and blouse. I'm supposed to be putting her in her place, not acting like a school boy with a crush. I'll have to summon my hidden hard ass powers after all.
She talked over supper about her life. How her pissant of a husband ran off with his 26 year old secretary after being married to her over 40 years. There's was a no-fault state, she walked away with half of what they'd accrued in marriage, which was everything. After two years the 26 year old dumped him and took him for more, they hadn't actually accrued anything of great value, but she ended up with a newer car and a hefty monthly support. Casey laughed, saying it served him right, he had a hard time keeping up with her sexual needs, what on earth possessed him to think he could handle a young woman?
I commented that I hadn't seen her before, she said she'd been at the retirement home over six months. She told me she had a major surgery two weeks after her arrival and she'd been inside convalescing most of the time since then. I asked what the heck had happened.
"My appendix burst and my body was septic by the time they operated on me, I was touch and go for weeks in an intensive care ward. They had gone so far as to call my daughter and had her fly down not expecting me to live. I showed um though, this tough old bird isn't ready to kick the bucket just yet. Especially now that I've met someone as ornery as I am."
"Ornery, you aren't ornery. You're sweet and kind."
"Don't be fooled by the window dressing Stew, I'm no picnic when I get wound up. I can go toe to toe with the best of them."
We talked some about me, how I'd committed the unthinkable crime of retiring early and leaving the cold nasty weather of Norther Minnesota. As if being born and raised there prevented me from ever telling it to kiss my rosy red cheeks and move elsewhere. At the age of 63 I pulled the plug, I'd been delivering mail since I was 18, that was long enough in my book. If 45 years wasn't enough, screw um, feed um peanuts. I'd been wintering near Foley, Alabama, then going back to my cabin in June the past three years, when my son talked me into trying the retirement village. She asked why I hadn't gone back earlier in the spring, when I explained the ice didn't come off the lakes until late May she winced.
I looked at her, "Yeah, me to, now you know why I moved here permanently. When my lease is done in two months I have a nice place close to Pensacola lined up, three bedroom ranch with a carport for two vehicles. You should come shack up with me when I move."
"Why Stewert, I'm not that kind of girl." She said batting her eyelashes at me.
I wanted to say bullshit, but chose to be more diplomatic.
"Well think about it and let me know, don't decide tonight. Who knows, maybe you'll come to like me once you know me better."
I swear by the heavens above that woman looked right through me when she answered.
"I already like you Stew, if you'd stop trying to be a hard assed prick we'd likely get along just fine. Okay grumpy, take me to that new place called Culvers for a sundae. By the way, what did you do with the other six dwarfs?"
Oh ha ha ha, you sure as hell aint Snow White darlin. At the same time, I like being with her, she makes me laugh and I would definitely jump her bones if given a chance. I learned years ago you can think anything you want, but you'll live longer if you don't say everything you think.
I plastered on my pussy whipped smile and held doors for her as we left. I really didn't mind, I've been alone and angry for so long I don't know how to behave normally anymore, maybe Mary sent her from heaven to rescue me from a sad lonely existence. She ordered a one scoop raspberry with pecans, I ordered a one scoop turtle and a cup each for water.
This time the conversation revolved around my miserable existence. I'd been contentedly married for 37 years before Mary checked out. The few years before she died, she'd become depressed because our children had moved away, she'd stopped taking care of herself and in the end, she never made it through a surgery called a Thoracotomy, died on the table. At first, I was sad, then I got angry, why hadn't she cared more, why wasn't I enough to live for? Why had she let herself go, didn't she care about me? All the crap that runs through your mind when you're dealing with grief.
When I retired at 63 she'd been gone five years and I'd had four uneventful dates, three with older women, one with a gal in her late thirty's with three kids. She wanted to screw the first date and I knew where that was going to lead so I took her home after dinner. It took her two weeks of me not returning calls or texts for her to figure out I wasn't going to be her sugar daddy no matter how good the sex might be.
As I'm talking Casey is laughing at times, tears in her eyes the next moment, she finally put her hand on mine stopping me.
"You really are one screwed up guy Stew, no denying that, but you're not a lost cause either. What you need is a good woman in your life."
"Are you saying you're that good woman Casey?"
"I may be."
"So are you gonna shack up with me when I move."
She smiled and called me a chauvinistic pig. Hell, I hadn't had a compliment like that in years.
My truck has a bench seat with a console you can pull down from the center to make two separate areas. After getting in she lifted the console, slid over next too me, clipped her belt, smiled and said.
"Kind of like high school all over isn't it. Home James."
Dammit I liked this woman, no, I REALLY liked this woman. She could get me back into a happy mood if I'm not careful. I walked her to the door telling her I had a great night and enjoyed myself.
"What, no kiss Stew. Does my breath stink?"
I kissed her hard and long before pulling back. Letting out a deep breath she muttered, "Damn."
When I let go, she grabbed my arm.
"I don't know whether to be impressed or pissed Stew. You're the first guy who hasn't tried to feel me up since I was 14."
"Oh, it isn't that I wasn't tempted, I just want to get knocked on my ass for touching what aint mine."
She kissed me again, this time with a little tongue action, telling me softly, "Next time big boy. See you tomorrow."
And just like that, she was gone. Shit, shit, shit, shit ....SHIT, why the hell was this happening to me now? I'd reached a place in my life where being pissed at the world was finally the new norm, having resigned myself to the fact that no one cared about me and therefore I didn't have to care about them. I could be as miserable and lonely as I wanted ... then this happens. In my head I'm telling myself I don't want to be attached again, only to be hurt again, I don't think I can do that twice in my life.
At the same time my heart is overflowing with a desire to be with this warm, affectionate, extremely pretty and inviting woman. I love everything about her, having taken the time to scope out her body I knew I'd like it if I could ever get to it. Her legs are long and slender with just enough meat on them to squeeze your head when she cums, cute ass, not big or flat, just perfect. I could easily see myself holding her hips as I pounded her pussy, watching the little ass waves with each stroke.
Her breasts weren't big, but if they were much bigger, they'd have looked out of proportion. I did notice she wore one of the older design bras where you can still see a hint of nipple and a little jiggle instead of the new molded foam cups that hide everything. In my mind she was the complete package, had faced death and defeated it, she was now on a path toward a new life. Laying in bed I wondered if I was up to a challenge like that, could I open my heart again, could I lower my guard and show the softer side of who I really am?
When I went out to raise my flag the next morning I looked over and saw her standing in her front window, big smile, cup in one hand, waving with the other. How many mornings had she watched me in the past and I never took notice? Whatever the answer was I liked knowing she was watching me as I waved back.
When I went out for my morning walk she was waiting on the sidewalk. "You're running late today Stew, you usually start at ten sharp. Mind if I walk with you today? Doctor is telling me I need to be more active."
Mr. hardass was ready to tell her I didn't care what she did, it's a free country, instead the old Stew spoke, the one who actually cares.
"I'd like that Casey, I haven't had any company on my walks since I arrived. There is a catch though, you must agree to have lunch with me afterward."
"I like the sound of that Stew. Let's go, I'm getting chilly."
I had noticed she had on nothing but a sports bra with a windbreaker, her legs and ass were nicely accentuated in her body hugging yoga pants. Yup, she was the complete package alright, and if I play my cards right maybe I'll get to unwrap that package. It was a sunny but brisk morning with temps in the low fifties and a slight breeze, we stopped at the two mile turn around and shared a bottle of water. Conversation was light, the world wasn't waiting for us to solve any problems, so we didn't feel obliged to talk about them.
We talked of kids, where they were, how many grands, mainly get to know each other stuff. After showering and changing I walked to her door, escorting her to my truck and helping her in. Lunch was at Subway, where we occupied a table for over an hour, there were only two other couples dining so we didn't feel as though we were hampering business. The number of people taking orders to go was nearly non-stop all through lunch time.
She wanted to do some grocery shopping, would I mind taking her and tagging along? We grabbed the few items we needed and decided we would try the self check out, by the time we had figured it all out and were done we were in fits of laughter. We had to summon the lady three times to override our screw ups, she took it all in stride, apparently, we aren't the only ones who are new to this.
Around four I got a call from Casey asking what I was doing for supper, I had nothing planned, probably fried eggs and toast. She thought that sounded delicious, she hadn't fixed that in a long time.
"Well Casey, bring your sweet tush over about 5 and I'll feed you supper. I just finished baking the last batch of chocolate chip cookies, we can have some for dessert."
"Did you use the refrigerated kind from the store, or homemade?"
"Homemade my dear, I threw in some pieces of pecan, hopefully you aren't allergic."
"Not at all, this sounds wonderful, I'll see you at 5. Shall I knock or just walk in?"
"Maybe knock and yell honey I'm home." She muttered "smartass" as she hung up.
Don't you know that's exactly what she did, knocked twice, opened the door and yelled "honey I'm home". The big surprise was when she walked to me and gave me a peck on the lips.
I quipped, "You do realize that old lady Anderson across the hall had her door ajar when you yelled that. The old bat can't resist being a gossip, I heard her door open as you walked across the street."
"That's funny as hell, knowing what a gossip she is, you do know that by tomorrow we'll be living together, screwing like rabbits and I'll be pregnant, even though that hasn't been a possibility for years.
The pregnancy part." She said with a sparkle in her eye.
Following eggs, toast, and cookies. Me with milk, she with a cup of coffee, we adjourned to the living room for a rousing game of Scrabble. I say rousing because she cheats like hell, in the end we had a nice evening and lots of laughs. I walked her to her door, kissed her goodnight and was ready to leave when she asked if we could do things together again tomorrow.
We soon developed a daily routine, walking, meals together, games or TV, once in a while a movie if we could find one without a constant display of tits and ass along with the word fuck in every sentence. People don't talk like that in real life, at least not in our world. Oh, and the obligatory same sex couple, either or both genders, cramming that trash down your throat all the time. Can't forget the mixed race couple, gotta have one of them as well. Occasionally we would find a series on Netflix or Hulu that we liked, but those were becoming fewer and fewer as well.
We became the focus of most gossip within the Happy Acres community, not that we cared. To this point we hadn't even kissed beyond a few pecks, I sensed a full kiss was on the very near horizon, but I wasn't going to push it. She'd been the aggressor so far, when she was ready she'd let me know and from that point forward I had a feeling it was going to be Katy Bar the Doors, there's a storm a comin.
I was a few weeks away from moving and wondered if she'd like to ride along and see the place. I now had the keys, all the utilities were in my name, I needed to paint and clean prior to moving in. There was a relatively new Mexican restaurant in Pensacola called El Paso, we'd do lunch there. She loved the house, it sat on an acre lot with plenty of mature trees, she commented more than once about how much she liked the remoteness of it. There were neighbors on either side, but hundreds of feet away, not ten foot like she'd known all her life living in the city.
The interior needed to be cleaned and fresh paint, the landlord said if I'd do all of that he'd pay for the materials and cut the first month rent in half. As we were going to walk out the door she turned, put her arms around my neck and laid a barn burner of a kiss on me. Body tight to mine, her warmth invading my essence, my head momentarily foggy.
"Wow Case, I like that. Where has this woman been hiding?"
"Do you remember that song by Bobby Vee from when were teens, 'the night has a thousand eyes'? Well that's exactly how I feel back at Acres, but here, no one knows us, and no one is watching 24/7. Listen Stew, I'm 68 and not getting any younger, you've been a gentleman long enough .... my body needs a little attention."
She moved my hand from her waist up to her breast and let out a sigh as I made contact.
"Don't maul me Stew, but I need to know you like what you're feeling."
I took her hand leading her into the kitchen where I lifted her up onto the counter and began unbuttoning her blouse. As I opened it my eyes were pleased to see a thin see through bra, her dark nipples prominent against the pink areolas, poking against the material, looking inviting.
"I know guys like big boobs, and mine aren't very big, but they're still firm, as firm as they can be on a 68 year old body."
I lifted the bra and gently kneaded them as we kissed, pulling her nipples enough to make her moan into my mouth, then caressing them with the palm of my hand. I bent down and took a nipple into my mouth as she let out an UH, with a catch in her voice, then arched her back pushing into me as her hands held my head in place. She pulled my head back and moved it to the other nipple where I did the same. Raising my head I kissed her deeply, playing my tongue across her lips, then said.
"We need to quit Casey, or I'm not going to stop, and if we get to that point, I want it to be in a bed, not on a kitchen counter, at least not the first time."
I kissed each breast, sadly closed her blouse and buttoned it up, after lowering her to the floor she tucked her shirt in, took my arm and whispered in my ear, "I'm falling for you Stew, and it scares me."
Pushing me back she looked me in the eye, "I want to be intimate with you Stew, but I need to know we belong to each other before we go any further. I'm not sure I want to be married again, but I need to know we're exclusive, no sharing."
I kissed her and said I know the feeling. I felt the same way, I wanted her and no one else. Mr. Crabass had pretty well died by this time, my prickish resolve was basically non-existent, I found myself liking life again, looking forward to another day with this girl who had somehow captured my previously aching heart. At her door that night we were necking when she whispered to squeeze her ass.
"Do it Stew, I love having my ass squeezed. Mmmmm, I love that feeling, pull me in closer, no, closer. Yes, right there, now I can feel your body against mine. I'd like it to be naked, but we need to wait a little longer, when you're out of this place I'll relax. Until then you'll need to be happy with a few feels and squeezing my ass. Can you do that Stewy?"
Now I'm Stewy, wonder what I'll be with my dick buried in her snatch?
I nodded my head and started to go when she lightly patted the bulge in my jeans, looked at me with a sultry Marilyn Monroe face and whispered, "I'm liking this package."
I stood there with a hard dick as she closed her door, glad no one was close enough to see the tent in my pants. Over the next week we scrubbed and cleaned and painted each day, having supper together afterward and usually heading to our individual homes for the rest of the evening. During the days there would be feels and gropes, kisses stolen as well as kisses planned and executed with precision, walking by she'd softly run her fingers across my ass if I was bent over. We were to the point where she was pushing her hips into me as we dry humped, at times her head would be back, her mouth forming an O and her breathing heavy. We'd been dry humping long enough one day that her body shook as she made little moaning noises into my mouth.
"Baby did you cum?" I asked.
"I did, first time by a man in a very long time. Oh my gosh, my panties are soaked, I'm gonna need to put some toilet paper in them or it'll be running down my legs. Stew, I can hardly wait until your furniture is moved in so I can feel our mixed cum running out of me. God I'm horny."
I was secretly glad we stopped when we did, I was ready to cream my jeans. When the time comes that we do make love I'll have lots of spunk for her, no doubt about it. When I moved south, knowing I wasn't going to stay where I was long term, I put nearly all of my furniture and other belongings in a temperature controlled storage facility. The retirement village manager lived on site and had two boys in their late teens, with their mother's permission I approached them about finding one more guy to help and I'd hire them to move my stuff from storage to the house.
A hundred bucks each sounded mighty fine to them and would save me days of recovery time. By days end Saturday everything was in the house, we took them out for supper and headed back. I didn't have to be out of the flat until Wednesday which gave me Sunday to rest before starting to deep clean the flat on Monday. No way were those cheap bastards going to keep my security deposit if I could help it.
Casey and I went through boxes and put things away then rest of the evening, we'd scrubbed the cupboards previously, which made putting things away so much easier. Having sold my appliances before moving south I purchased all new and had them installed the week before. As we unpacked sheets and laundry item's we ran them through the washer/dryer. By days end we were tired and hungry, deciding to stop at Denny's on the way to her place. As she unlocked the door she asked me to come in for the first time.
Drawing the curtains she made a comment about the nosy old hag across the street, my former next door neighbor. Sitting on the couch she wondered if I was serious about her moving in with me when my lease was up.
"I'm one hundred percent certain, I love being around you and I love being in love with you."
"My lease will be up in four months, let's plan for then. In the mean time I'm going to bring some night ware, underwear and clothes to the house so I can stay overnight. Tomorrow that bed gets set up, then tomorrow night we're going to romp and play. That means tomorrow we're going to the store to buy the toiletries and supplies I'll need on a regular basis. Sound okay to you?"
"Sounds absolutely marvelous to me. I'm spending the night there, are you alright driving by yourself or should I pick you up?"
"I'll drive, I know the way, but right now you need to show me some attention. Stew, I like to wear vintage 50's design lingerie at times, do you think that's kinky?"
"Not at all, I love stockings and belts and the older soft bras as well as the newer stuff like at Victoria's. I noticed you wore seamed nylons last week and I have to admit it made me hard knowing they were held up by a garter belt."
"Well, actually they weren't. They used to make snug fitting full size panties with straps on them, now they make a retro-fit version, that's what I wore last week. You have no idea how hard it was to not lift my dress and show you. I bought those panties for your eyes only, they're a dark blue satin, almost as soft as silk. Speaking of soft, are you one of those guys who wants the woman to shave her nether regions?"
"Not me Casey, I like mumbling in the moss. Nothing like sliding my hand down into a pair of warm damp panties and finding a soft curly bush.
"Just so you know, mine is as grey as your hair and it's thinned out through the years, not sure how much moss, as you call it, you'll find to mumble in. Enough of this chit chat, make out with me and make me feel like a school girl again, if you treat me real nice, I'll let you get to third base tonight."
Within minutes I had my hand under blouse, bra pushed up and playing with her tits. She pushed me back, told me to take them off and do it right. With our lips melting together I continued playing with her chest, eventually bringing my mouth to a nipple and sucking in. Her tits weren't young and standing straight out, but they also didn't look like a baseball in a sock, there was droop, but no more than to be expected after having three babies and being 68. They were solid and the nipples kind of sloped upward like a ski jump.
As we were making out I slipped my hand down the front of her jeans for the first time and was pleased when I encountered her silky bush. I unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, as I began sliding them down she grabbed them.
"Not tonight, you can see me naked tomorrow night. Tonight just feel, okay? I may be dry so be careful."
She was right, the outer labia were dry, I wet a finger and gently rubbed it on her vulva before I pushed into her opening, once inside she seemed sufficently wet. I made a mental note to get KY tomorrow. Her panties were a hip hugger bikini and the prettiest sky blue, I wanted to push them down, but she resisted, telling me tomorrow night. Between sucking her nipples and my finger in her pussy she was breathing hard again, this time more animated, her hips were moving back and forth, her inner muscles tightening, chest rising and falling as she fought for breath.
I felt her ass muscles clench and there it was, she was groaning loudly, pushing my face into her tit with one hand and grasping my wrist with the other, as though she was preventing herself from falling off something. As she calmed down she let out a deep sigh.
"Oh Stew, my ex never did anything like that to me. I came so hard I thought I would pass out, and that was with being fingered, I can only imagine how wonderful it will be with you inside me. I hope you like giving and getting oral, because I love giving as well as receiving."
Taking a chance, I told her having my face buried ears deep in her pussy had been on my mind for weeks. As she settled down, she opened my pants and pulled my dick out, smiling and stroking it.
"I like the size Stew, a bit longer than my ex and thick, that will fit nicely inside me. I'm not going to suck you tonight, but if you need release, I'll give you a hand job."
"No hand jobs, I'll save it for tomorrow night, wanna make sure I have all you want. I don't think I have any soldiers anymore so it aint the deep white color it once was, but there's still plenty of what I do have."
The mini-conversation ended our make out session for that evening. She shimmied her panties and jeans back in place then put her blouse on without the bra. Standing in her doorway kissing goodnight she put my hand on her warm soft breast and squeezed my hand with hers. Then whispered in my ear 'tomorrow night' as she closed the door.
If I told you sleep escaped me until well after midnight it wouldn't be an exaggeration as I found myself pondering the situation. I was not at all used to a woman taking the lead when it came to romance and sex. In all our years of marriage I could count on one hand the number of times Mary had initiated sex, she might hint, but had always waited for me to be the aggressor. There were times I longed for her to be so horny she'd attack me the moment I opened the door and walked into the kitchen, sadly, that never occurred.
Now I found myself on the other end for a change, and I wasn't sure if I could adapt. I liked it, there was no doubt what Casey wanted, and Lord knows I'm always up for a good fuck. Or even a bad one, I like sex, the worst pussy I've ever had was great. I had Googled vintage lingerie and clicked on the 50's era tab, I could get used to that as an enhancement to my life.
I recall seeing my mom wearing those kind of things when I was a little boy and would occasionally see her in different stages of undress. I'd sit on the bed and talk to her as she rolled on her stockings, meticulously aligning the seam on the back. Funny what you remember at the age of five. Imagining Casey in those panties she'd described with the straps attached made my cock stand as straight as the flag pole in my previous front yard. I sat in the dark looking across the field behind the house I wondered if sleep had escaped her as well. I imagined her sitting in the big chair looking out over the softly lit street.
I was hanging the flag in my new front yard at 6:30 the next morning when my phone pinged, I looked at it not knowing exactly what it was telling me, then saw a little box on the bottom with the numeral one in it. As I got ready to press the button I was thinking, if I screw up the phone, I'll just buy another one. There it was, a text message from Casey. I always knew I was dumber than my smart phone, but why did I not realize it could do this. I touched the button and her message appeared, would 7:30 be too early for us to go have breakfast at IHOP, if not she'd be at my house by then. It took a few minutes to figure how to return a message, but I did, feeling proud as a peacock.
Walking into the house I was cursing new technology under my breath, why couldn't we just go back to rotary phones when my phone pinged again. I'm thinking "what now". Another message from Casey, "Making sure we're going shopping cuz I want to wear a skirt, but not if we're doing more unpacking." I responded no more unpacking today and to hurry I missed her. My phone instantly pinged again with a smiley face blowing a kiss with a heart on it. I could see I had a lot to learn about texting.
She parked her little Elantra next to my truck in the carport and sauntered toward the door as I eagerly waited at the screen. We embraced and kissed, I groped and squeezed her ass which brought about a small moan from her into my mouth. Pushing her body tighter to me her tongue caressed my lips waiting for them to open, I didn't disappoint as our tongues danced from mouth to mouth. Leaning back with her pelvis tight to mine and her hands on my chest she made her request known.
"Take me to breakfast and then shopping, or we're going to spend the entire day naked with you between my legs. As much as I love the sound of that, we both know we're too old to do that shit anymore, so let's go eat, then we'll screw."
Our breakfast was leisurely and fulfilling, the topics of conversation varied. I asked her how she became interested in the vintage lingerie. She told me that as she was going through her mom's dresser sorting items after her funeral she came across a paper bag behind some sweaters at the back of a bottom drawer. Sitting on the bed she dumped the contents and found an array of older lingerie. Her sister said it was disgusting to think of their mother dressed up like some slut for daddy.
"You apparently forgot what mama told us on our wedding day, be a model wife in public and slut in the bedroom."
Her sister countered with she had never bought into that bullshit, Casey said she pointed out to her that might be part of the reason she was on husband number three. Taking it home she wasn't sure what era it was from, but after googling she realized it was from the late 50's, early 60's. Though the dipshit was gone, she began ordering and wearing retro 50's lingerie, surprised at how popular it is.
"I found that it made me feel somewhat exotic to wear those panties with the straps attached and the older satin design bras which let your nipples show a little if hard, while only allowing a minimum amount of jiggle when you walk."
I asked if she had any of that on today, she didn't say a word, only smiled. We did a decent grocery shopping along with toiletries and other items she wanted at the house for overnight stays. At home I finished assembling the bed while she put things away, they weren't all where I would have put them, but I didn't really care. Soon enough it would be her kitchen anyway, I may as well learn where everything will be in four months and not have to re-learn. By early afternoon we had her clothes put away and things were in order, bed was assembled and made, groceries and other items put away, nothing pressing us.
"Stew, we can make love now if you want, but we both know that'll be it for today, or we could go to the cinema, have a popcorn lunch, make out in the dark and then come home to our bed."
"Hmmm, I like that idea. Let's do a movie and then we'll have the evening to enjoy each other. Are you staying the night?"
"You bet your ass I am. I'm hoping that I'll get a two-fer since it's our first time. I'm so horny for you, I'll let you play in the movie, but you can't take my panties off, not in a public place. I'm going to take my bra off and I'll cover with a shawl, it's always so cold in those places. You'll have free access to the girls once the lights go down. Sound okay?"
She was rubbing my dick through my pants and then stopped. "I don't want this wasted, I want all of that cream inside me later. Let's go make out in the movie."
She let me unbutton her blouse and play at the movie. I wanted to pull her blouse out but she said there'd be no way to tuck it in without people noticing, she was paranoid someone would be watching us as I slid my hand up her skirt. I got to the top of her nylons before she stopped me. Leaning into me she whispered.
"Please Stewy, not here. I'm not trying to be a tease, I promise I'll let you undress me and do whatever you want in the bedroom. I'll be your slut there, but please, not in public."
I removed my hand and kissed her gently. She was caressing my face as we kissed, I could feel her heart racing with my hand on her chest, she certainly wanted to, but like most of us older people, we have hidden inhibitions that don't come forward until pressed. I had no problem waiting, I certainly wasn't going to embarrass this lovely creature.
Sitting tight against me in the truck we were barely out of the parking lot before she made good on her promise, she hiked her skirt up to the top of her stockings and moved my hand to the inside of her thigh.
I relished in the feel of those soft silk covered legs, the clips on the straps brushed my palms as I went for the gold. By the time my hand had found the damp panties her legs were spread enough to snake a finger through the leg elastic and rub a cross her vulva. No lack of wetness today, her pussy lips were moist, the tiny hairs damp, the crotch of her panties sticky.
She softly rubbed my dick as I played with her, a few miles from home we mutually agreed to stop before we went over the edge. Inside she pushed me into a sitting position on the couch, lifted her skirt and sat on my cock, twisting, wiggling, scooting her snatch back and forth on my erect cock.
"Would you like some of this Stewy? Mama's got plenty for you. Take my blouse off and suck my nipples, suck them hard tonight Stew, that turns me on and tonight I can afford to be turned on. Tonight we're going to fuck, tonight you're going to make me scream as we cum, tonight I get my pussy filled with cum for the first time in years. Do you mind me talking dirty Stew? Cuz that's what I do when I'm turned on."
"I don't mind at all Case, I like it when you talk to me, it tells me I'm doing it right."
"Good answer Stew, I'm going to strip and then we're going to start in the shower, after which you're going to slide your cock into me and ride hard."
She unsnapped and unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor, stepping out of it she placed it on the couch. Standing there in her dark blue satin panties, straps attached to silk stockings and nothing else I found her completely irresistible. I pulled her closer, got on my knees and unclasp her stockings slowly, erotically, rolled them down her legs and lay them with her skirt. As I shimmied the panties down my eyes were treated to a full bush of grey hair that lay down flat more than it bushed outward. I imagined it being full and puffy in her earlier days.
I leaned in, kissed her mons, then stood kissing her lips as I turned her and sat her down. It didn't take me long to get naked, as my underwear came off she reached out to grab my dick and pull me closer, stroking me. A drop of pre-cum formed, she leaned forward and licked it off.
"Come on stud, let's get washed, I'll suck you a little in the shower, no blow job tonight though, tonight it all goes in my pussy. Maybe tomorrow if you can reload that quickly."
In the shower we took pour time washing each other, spending extra attention to our erogenous zones. Being our ages kneeling for long periods of time on hard surfaces is difficult, I licked her a little and she sucked me the same, we'd save our energy for the bedroom. I'd like to say I'm this big strapping stud who carried her to our bed, but I'm not, it just isn't there anymore. I can do it in mind, but my body tells me otherwise. I watched her ass jiggle as she walked in front of me, imaging the little ass waves I'd see when I nailed her from behind.
I was positioning myself to eat her when she grabbed my hair and pulled me up to lay beside her.
"I know you want to eat me, and I'm going to let you, but make sure you use some KY on me and yourself before you try to enter me, otherwise it's going to hurt."
I kissed my way down her body, sucking and nibbling her breasts, stopping at her bush to kiss it and fluff it with my fingers. She giggled saying it tickled. As I lay between her legs they opened all the way, she'd pulled her legs up alongside her body and had hooked her hands behind her knees. Her pussy was wide open, inner lips exposed, inviting penetration, the jewel at the top was standing prominently, waiting to be licked and sucked. I didn't waste time teasing, there would be lots of time after tonight to tease.
I placed my mouth directly on her clit and circled it with my tongue. Licking softly, looking for her magic spot, finding it along the bottom center. Her clit was hard and at the same time soft, her hips were gently humping up and down, her words encouraging me.
"Yes Stew, uh huh, right there. Oh so good, oh, oh, oh, yes, a little lower, that'll do me lover."
It wasn't a minute later when once again I felt her ass muscles tighten, she dropped her legs and drove her pussy into my mouth as her hands held me in place. Her fingers pulling my hair, then softly brushing through it, then pulling again. Nothing from her mouth other than hard breathing and the occasional "FUCK", then her legs closed on my head, not hard, just hard enough to hold me there as she quaked and shook.
As I crawled forward she reached out for me, pulling me into her arms, kissing me, catching her breath.
"Stewert that was delicious, can I have your cock now? I want to be stuffed with it. Use KY and go slow at first, this old pussy hasn't been stretched in years."
Dribbling a few drops of KY on myself and her vulva I worked it around the opening and on the head of my dick. As I lowered I felt her hand guide the tip to her vagina, with no need to stop and lubricate I moved ahead, as I made contact with her she let go and pushed her hips into me. I got half way before she pushed on my chest, I waited and then began again when I felt her hips move. I was fully imbedded in the next two strokes, she pulled me down to kiss her, wiggling her ass a little, I think adjusting to a foreign object in her heretofore tight snatch.
As she loosened her grip I rose up and put the locomotive in gear, chugging along at a good rhythm, her hips beginning to raise with my thrusts.
"I love that big cock of yours, I like how it fills me, mmm, hmmm, just like that. Keep giving me what I need Stew, your big thick cock."
I knew it didn't, but it felt like my dick grew a half inch listening to her spur me on. It went like that the entire ten minutes I was in her. I felt the twinge in my balls as I felt her body begin to stiffen, her ass muscles tightened, her pussy muscles clamped down on my dick and she let out a yell. That was all it took for me and I rammed my cock into her spitting cum all over the inside of her vaginal walls. She jumped and squealed.
"I can feel it, I can feel it. Oh my God, I've never felt it before, what a wonderful feeling."
I jammed my cock tight again hoping to get a little more inside .... didn't work. I was empty and on shaky legs, out of breath, my heart still racing, my dick rapidly softening. As I plopped out she reached for me again.
"Oh Stewy, I can honestly say you made me feel desirous and sexy. I've never cum like that before, my ex was kind of small in comparison and I never felt his cum hit my cervix. When you can go again I want it from behind, I love doggy and on my tummy with pillows under me. If you can still do doggy flat footed I absolutely love that, it goes so fucking deep."
We washed up, put on clean underwear and slid beneath the covers with her tight to my side. Much to our surprise we had the wherewithal to go again in the morning, it was flatfoot doggy, wearing both of us out. I had been steadying myself by putting my hands on her lower back and when we'd both cum she collapsed with me doing the same. I flopped to her side as we lay there breathing hard, trying to be romantic while fighting for breath and recovery, discovering that at our ages ten minutes of delight resulted in an equal or greater amount of time for recovery.
The weeks we spent together became months, soon her lease would be up and she'd move in officially, unofficially she was staying with me at least four nights a week. The owner of the house approached me about possibly buying the place, after Casey and I discussed it we decided to go ahead and do it. Between the two of us we paid cash and put the deed in both our names. After moving Casey in we traveled north to the cabin, spending just over two months before returning.
All three of her girls and families came to visit during that time, the kids loved the lake, the girls loved the down time and the men loved the fishing. Both my kids did a weekend visit and liked Casey, pleased that we had found love in our old ages. Our love life continued to thrive, I ended up using the little blue pills after heart surgery at the age of 74, we didn't make love as often anymore, but when we did it was loving and meaningful.
Casey:
Stewert died after ten years of us being together, a burst aorta, he was dead in minutes. As much as it hurt to not have him with me, I hold onto the memory of him making love to me the night before. A few years ago, we had decided to sell the cabin, neither of his kids wanted it so my three girls and hubbies bought it. Our time with each other were happy years, neither of us had ever enjoyed sex as much as we did during our years together. I wore dresses or skirts all the time, if it wasn't hot and humid I wore stockings as well. I'd even gotten to where I was willing to wear shorts, something I hadn't done in years.
I have a suitor, he calls on me twice a week, on Wednesday we go to a local senior center to play cards and on Sunday he takes me for brunch. There isn't any sex, in fact I've only let him kiss me a half dozen times. I'm three months away from 81 and he's 82, we aren't looking for romance, we simply enjoy the companionship. Besides, I don't think we have that much energy any longer.
Stew and I found each other at the exact right moment, I needed someone to love and desire me, he needed someone to build a fire under his ass, helping him break free from his anger and loneliness.
Casey and I met at the activity center, it was the monthly potluck and cards day. I was at a table by myself messing around on my laptop, there's a big sign on the window that says 'free wi-fi', whoopee, lower my rent instead and stop trying to convince me I'm getting something for nothing. The cheap bastards, I can steal wi-fi from my dumb neighbor for cryin out loud.
Yes, I'm the crabby curmudgeon who thinks the powers that be are corrupt as hell, all of them, I don't care what party they're affiliated with. Oh, and the NSA really does have my phone tapped. I choose not to be happy, I choose to be a pain in the ass, acting like an ogre keeps most people away from me, which is the way I like it here at The Happy Acres Retirement Village.
Happy Acres my ass, it's filled with nothing but old busybodies who can't mind their own business and think because they wear one of them new push up bra's they're sexy again. If that isn't bad enough the majority of the men here haven't got enough backbone to tell those nosy old hags to piss off. My lease will be up in two months and then they can kiss my ass goodbye, shit I already have a nice little place lined up for less than these blood suckers are charging.
I'd made a casserole as my contribution, one of the hags made a snide comment about what she thought it might taste like since I no longer had a wife. I gave her the evil eye and told her no one was holding a gun to her head, eat something else. It wasn't fancy, but it was tasty, sliced chicken breasts over a bed of the little square hashbrowns, (I know they're called something else but I don't really care) then coated it with a bourbon glaze and a layer of shredded cheddar, bake for an hour and voila, there ya are. I think the reason the old fart bitched about mine is because she always makes a shitty green bean dish and nobody eats it.
Thinking I only had to endure this monkey cage until my casserole was all gone it startled me when the prettiest gal I'd seen in some time sat next to me. Looking around I thought, dammit, there area at least 10 chairs open, and she has to sit next to me. I wanted to be pissed and tell her to fuck off, but I couldn't get past her infectious smile. Why couldn't she be some fat old cow with half her teeth missing and smelling like urine, it would be easy to send someone like that packing.
Not this one, nooooo, she had to have the perfect makeup, hair curled and flipped slightly on the ends, bright red lipstick, hoop earrings, a pearl necklace and a lovely floral print summer dress. I didn't even need to see her tits and ass, as good as the rest of her looked I was sure they'd be almost perfect.
All I wanted to do was be left alone so I could peruse the newest submissions on Literotica in the Mature category, but no, little miss 'my God you're a knockout' had to sit down and smile. Fuck, now I have to be nice. Some days you're the windshield, some days you're the bug, I gritted my teeth and said, "Hi', my name's Stewert, how do you like me so far?"
(To the asshole who wants to write and tell me Stewert is spelled with an 'art', talk to my mother, I had nothing to do with how she spelled it on my birth certificate. If she were still alive she'd tell you to fuck off.)
She reached out to shake my hand .... son of a bitch .... she even has soft delicate hands and her smile is telling me she's here to mess up my world. I just need to figure out if it's gonna be in a good or bad way.
"Hi Stew, my name is Casandra, most people call me Casey. Are you new to the village?"
"The name is Stewert, not Stew, and I been here almost a year. My sentence will be up in two months and then I'm outa here."
"Gee Stew, I'm disappointed to hear that, I've been here six months and I think I've only seen you once before today. Not liking it here I take it?"
Is this chick deaf? I just told her my name aint Stew, geez, maybe she needs hearing aids. Or maybe she's just messed up in the head.
"Ya know Stew, you really should try some of that chicken dish with the bourbon glaze, it is absolutely delicious. Want a bite of mine?"
As pretty and as sweet as she is, this twat is beginning to get on my pip. Maybe if I'm nasty to her she'll get the hint, because my resolve to be an old prick is dissolving more quickly than normal. I aint used to being around gals who are both intelligent and pretty. I know they're out there, but they aren't bangin on my door. And I sure as hell aint used to a woman being the aggressor.
I glared at her trying to be nasty, "Yeah, I've had it, it's okay. You try the green bean dish?"
"Now that my friend .... is nothing more than fresh cow shit with dried French onions on top."
It was all I could take as I burst out laughing, I laughed so hard my stomach ached.
"So, Stew can smile after all. You really should try some of this dish, it's very good."
"I know, I made it."
With a sly grin she said, "Bullshit, you didn't make this ..... did you?" I nodded. "I'll be damned, a man who's cute and can cook as well. You come across as grumpy, but I have a feeling you're all fluff under that rough exterior."
It was my turn to be damned, I work so hard at being a grumpy pain in the ass and this pretty thing has me figured out in fifteen minutes.
"Hey, don't tell anyone, I have a reputation to maintain. If some of these people know I'm actually nice they'll never give me a moments peace. Mums the word, okay?"
I noticed the casserole dish was empty and stood to take my leave. She reached out and took my wrist pulling me back down.
"Just where do you think you're going? You're going to be my partner in Hand and Foot when these others are done stuffing their faces."
"Like hell I am, I'm outa here."
"Save the attitude Stew, I already know you're a pushover, be a proper gentleman and bring me a cup of coffee along with a slice of that apple pie. Well go, don't sit there with your mouth open catching flies."
Walking to the dessert table I'm thinking, "If you were a guy I'd drop you." But she wasn't a guy, she was a good lookin woman with what I had now come to realize was a hot little body, and she chose to sit next to me. Something aint right in River City. We're having pie and that starts with P which rhymes with T and that spells trouble with a capitol T. Maybe I should grab my dish and run, but then again, I don't want to, as much as she's peeling away the layers of hard ass, I kinda like being with her.
"Here you go Casey. What makes you think I'm going to stay and play cards? I have things to do."
"No you don't, none of us do, if you had things to do you wouldn't be sitting here putting up with a pushy broad who wants to get to know you better. You're going to be my partner playing cards, don't piss me off Stew."
My mind is screaming, run, run away very fast. Not me, I'm an idiot as I stand there grinning like a shit eatin dog. She wants to get to know me better, just what the hell is that all about? Could she be one of those hot retired women who rock your world in bed? All I've seen over the past ten months are short and rotund, or average size with tits that hang to their waist. She's the first I've seen that I would consider as hot, or that I'd want to bang.
Needless to say I'm no prize. At 66 I still have most of my hair, it's fashionably grey, and I didn't need to get the color from a bottle. I've made sure I didn't let my belly hang over my belt, I am anything but 'ripped', however my stomach is still flat, and I don't have what they refer to as a muffin waist. At least I think that's what they call it, don't really give a shit one way or the other.
I don't do the gym thing, I stay active doing simple exercises in my flat and I walk or ride the old Schwinn for twenty to thirty minutes a day. Don't need to take any pills, including the little blue ones. So far what is supposed to get hard does and stays hard until the job is done, being a firm believer in 'if you don't use it you lose it' I make sure it gets used in the shower at least once every two weeks. I may not be getting any pussy, but I'm damn sure prepared if it happens to flop onto my bed. I don't fault those who need the blue pill, I'm gonna take them if I ever need to, I just don't need to yet.
I was brought back to reality when I heard the tables being shuffled around for cards, I put my laptop away and sat across from Casey. Next to me was Sid Plante, a retired banker who seethed with bullshit, he instantly tried to be friendly, I looked at him and said softly, "Fuck off Sid." I felt a jab in my shins with the edge of a shoe and looked over at Casey.
"Behave, don't piss me off."
I ended up having fun, which pissed me off to a degree, I'd worked on my gruff exterior almost a year and she nearly destroyed it in less than three hours. I offered to walk her home which she readily accepted, as we approached my place I ask what her plans were for the evening.
"After we change clothes you're taking me for pizza and then a sundae afterward. So get your scrawny ass in the house and put on something other than that damned flannel and carpenters jeans."
That was it, I wasn't taking any more of her shit, I'm the man here, I'll take charge of things thank you very much.
"Who the hell are you to tell me what I'm gonna do? I didn't invite you to meddle. Tell me where your apartment is and I'll finish escorting you home."
"I live across the street from you dipstick, in the lower unit. Who the hell do I think I am? I'm the one who's watched your train come off the tracks since I got here. I see you go out every day, I watch you raise and lower your flag each morning and evening, I see you doing your exercises in the living room because you don't have enough brains to close the curtains. Who am I Stew? I'm the one who's going to help you get back in the game of life without being so F-ing miserable all the time. You're beginning to piss me off, now get your ass in there, change and pick me up in twenty minutes."
My mind is racing as I storm off. Fuck you bitch, you aren't going to tell me what to do, I'll take you for pizza but we sure as hell are not going for a sundae. Dammit, I hate pushy broads, I don't care how pretty she is or how much I'd like to nail her ass to my mattress, a guy has to draw the line somewhere. I had on my pissed off nasty face as I walked to the door, I had my speech all ready, I'll put her in her place, no more kissing her ass, the moment she opened it and smiled I let loose.
"Boy Casey, you look great. Which pizza place did you wanna go to? I kind of like Sammy's, is that okay with you? I gotta say Casey, you're rockin those slack's and you make that blouse look dang good."
Yeah, you really showed her didn't you, you pussy.
"I'll give you an hour to stop paying me compliments Stew. Let's go I'm hungry."
Things were not going according to plan, she wasn't supposed to be so damn pretty nor look so tantalizing in her slacks and blouse. I'm supposed to be putting her in her place, not acting like a school boy with a crush. I'll have to summon my hidden hard ass powers after all.
She talked over supper about her life. How her pissant of a husband ran off with his 26 year old secretary after being married to her over 40 years. There's was a no-fault state, she walked away with half of what they'd accrued in marriage, which was everything. After two years the 26 year old dumped him and took him for more, they hadn't actually accrued anything of great value, but she ended up with a newer car and a hefty monthly support. Casey laughed, saying it served him right, he had a hard time keeping up with her sexual needs, what on earth possessed him to think he could handle a young woman?
I commented that I hadn't seen her before, she said she'd been at the retirement home over six months. She told me she had a major surgery two weeks after her arrival and she'd been inside convalescing most of the time since then. I asked what the heck had happened.
"My appendix burst and my body was septic by the time they operated on me, I was touch and go for weeks in an intensive care ward. They had gone so far as to call my daughter and had her fly down not expecting me to live. I showed um though, this tough old bird isn't ready to kick the bucket just yet. Especially now that I've met someone as ornery as I am."
"Ornery, you aren't ornery. You're sweet and kind."
"Don't be fooled by the window dressing Stew, I'm no picnic when I get wound up. I can go toe to toe with the best of them."
We talked some about me, how I'd committed the unthinkable crime of retiring early and leaving the cold nasty weather of Norther Minnesota. As if being born and raised there prevented me from ever telling it to kiss my rosy red cheeks and move elsewhere. At the age of 63 I pulled the plug, I'd been delivering mail since I was 18, that was long enough in my book. If 45 years wasn't enough, screw um, feed um peanuts. I'd been wintering near Foley, Alabama, then going back to my cabin in June the past three years, when my son talked me into trying the retirement village. She asked why I hadn't gone back earlier in the spring, when I explained the ice didn't come off the lakes until late May she winced.
I looked at her, "Yeah, me to, now you know why I moved here permanently. When my lease is done in two months I have a nice place close to Pensacola lined up, three bedroom ranch with a carport for two vehicles. You should come shack up with me when I move."
"Why Stewert, I'm not that kind of girl." She said batting her eyelashes at me.
I wanted to say bullshit, but chose to be more diplomatic.
"Well think about it and let me know, don't decide tonight. Who knows, maybe you'll come to like me once you know me better."
I swear by the heavens above that woman looked right through me when she answered.
"I already like you Stew, if you'd stop trying to be a hard assed prick we'd likely get along just fine. Okay grumpy, take me to that new place called Culvers for a sundae. By the way, what did you do with the other six dwarfs?"
Oh ha ha ha, you sure as hell aint Snow White darlin. At the same time, I like being with her, she makes me laugh and I would definitely jump her bones if given a chance. I learned years ago you can think anything you want, but you'll live longer if you don't say everything you think.
I plastered on my pussy whipped smile and held doors for her as we left. I really didn't mind, I've been alone and angry for so long I don't know how to behave normally anymore, maybe Mary sent her from heaven to rescue me from a sad lonely existence. She ordered a one scoop raspberry with pecans, I ordered a one scoop turtle and a cup each for water.
This time the conversation revolved around my miserable existence. I'd been contentedly married for 37 years before Mary checked out. The few years before she died, she'd become depressed because our children had moved away, she'd stopped taking care of herself and in the end, she never made it through a surgery called a Thoracotomy, died on the table. At first, I was sad, then I got angry, why hadn't she cared more, why wasn't I enough to live for? Why had she let herself go, didn't she care about me? All the crap that runs through your mind when you're dealing with grief.
When I retired at 63 she'd been gone five years and I'd had four uneventful dates, three with older women, one with a gal in her late thirty's with three kids. She wanted to screw the first date and I knew where that was going to lead so I took her home after dinner. It took her two weeks of me not returning calls or texts for her to figure out I wasn't going to be her sugar daddy no matter how good the sex might be.
As I'm talking Casey is laughing at times, tears in her eyes the next moment, she finally put her hand on mine stopping me.
"You really are one screwed up guy Stew, no denying that, but you're not a lost cause either. What you need is a good woman in your life."
"Are you saying you're that good woman Casey?"
"I may be."
"So are you gonna shack up with me when I move."
She smiled and called me a chauvinistic pig. Hell, I hadn't had a compliment like that in years.
My truck has a bench seat with a console you can pull down from the center to make two separate areas. After getting in she lifted the console, slid over next too me, clipped her belt, smiled and said.
"Kind of like high school all over isn't it. Home James."
Dammit I liked this woman, no, I REALLY liked this woman. She could get me back into a happy mood if I'm not careful. I walked her to the door telling her I had a great night and enjoyed myself.
"What, no kiss Stew. Does my breath stink?"
I kissed her hard and long before pulling back. Letting out a deep breath she muttered, "Damn."
When I let go, she grabbed my arm.
"I don't know whether to be impressed or pissed Stew. You're the first guy who hasn't tried to feel me up since I was 14."
"Oh, it isn't that I wasn't tempted, I just want to get knocked on my ass for touching what aint mine."
She kissed me again, this time with a little tongue action, telling me softly, "Next time big boy. See you tomorrow."
And just like that, she was gone. Shit, shit, shit, shit ....SHIT, why the hell was this happening to me now? I'd reached a place in my life where being pissed at the world was finally the new norm, having resigned myself to the fact that no one cared about me and therefore I didn't have to care about them. I could be as miserable and lonely as I wanted ... then this happens. In my head I'm telling myself I don't want to be attached again, only to be hurt again, I don't think I can do that twice in my life.
At the same time my heart is overflowing with a desire to be with this warm, affectionate, extremely pretty and inviting woman. I love everything about her, having taken the time to scope out her body I knew I'd like it if I could ever get to it. Her legs are long and slender with just enough meat on them to squeeze your head when she cums, cute ass, not big or flat, just perfect. I could easily see myself holding her hips as I pounded her pussy, watching the little ass waves with each stroke.
Her breasts weren't big, but if they were much bigger, they'd have looked out of proportion. I did notice she wore one of the older design bras where you can still see a hint of nipple and a little jiggle instead of the new molded foam cups that hide everything. In my mind she was the complete package, had faced death and defeated it, she was now on a path toward a new life. Laying in bed I wondered if I was up to a challenge like that, could I open my heart again, could I lower my guard and show the softer side of who I really am?
When I went out to raise my flag the next morning I looked over and saw her standing in her front window, big smile, cup in one hand, waving with the other. How many mornings had she watched me in the past and I never took notice? Whatever the answer was I liked knowing she was watching me as I waved back.
When I went out for my morning walk she was waiting on the sidewalk. "You're running late today Stew, you usually start at ten sharp. Mind if I walk with you today? Doctor is telling me I need to be more active."
Mr. hardass was ready to tell her I didn't care what she did, it's a free country, instead the old Stew spoke, the one who actually cares.
"I'd like that Casey, I haven't had any company on my walks since I arrived. There is a catch though, you must agree to have lunch with me afterward."
"I like the sound of that Stew. Let's go, I'm getting chilly."
I had noticed she had on nothing but a sports bra with a windbreaker, her legs and ass were nicely accentuated in her body hugging yoga pants. Yup, she was the complete package alright, and if I play my cards right maybe I'll get to unwrap that package. It was a sunny but brisk morning with temps in the low fifties and a slight breeze, we stopped at the two mile turn around and shared a bottle of water. Conversation was light, the world wasn't waiting for us to solve any problems, so we didn't feel obliged to talk about them.
We talked of kids, where they were, how many grands, mainly get to know each other stuff. After showering and changing I walked to her door, escorting her to my truck and helping her in. Lunch was at Subway, where we occupied a table for over an hour, there were only two other couples dining so we didn't feel as though we were hampering business. The number of people taking orders to go was nearly non-stop all through lunch time.
She wanted to do some grocery shopping, would I mind taking her and tagging along? We grabbed the few items we needed and decided we would try the self check out, by the time we had figured it all out and were done we were in fits of laughter. We had to summon the lady three times to override our screw ups, she took it all in stride, apparently, we aren't the only ones who are new to this.
Around four I got a call from Casey asking what I was doing for supper, I had nothing planned, probably fried eggs and toast. She thought that sounded delicious, she hadn't fixed that in a long time.
"Well Casey, bring your sweet tush over about 5 and I'll feed you supper. I just finished baking the last batch of chocolate chip cookies, we can have some for dessert."
"Did you use the refrigerated kind from the store, or homemade?"
"Homemade my dear, I threw in some pieces of pecan, hopefully you aren't allergic."
"Not at all, this sounds wonderful, I'll see you at 5. Shall I knock or just walk in?"
"Maybe knock and yell honey I'm home." She muttered "smartass" as she hung up.
Don't you know that's exactly what she did, knocked twice, opened the door and yelled "honey I'm home". The big surprise was when she walked to me and gave me a peck on the lips.
I quipped, "You do realize that old lady Anderson across the hall had her door ajar when you yelled that. The old bat can't resist being a gossip, I heard her door open as you walked across the street."
"That's funny as hell, knowing what a gossip she is, you do know that by tomorrow we'll be living together, screwing like rabbits and I'll be pregnant, even though that hasn't been a possibility for years.
The pregnancy part." She said with a sparkle in her eye.
Following eggs, toast, and cookies. Me with milk, she with a cup of coffee, we adjourned to the living room for a rousing game of Scrabble. I say rousing because she cheats like hell, in the end we had a nice evening and lots of laughs. I walked her to her door, kissed her goodnight and was ready to leave when she asked if we could do things together again tomorrow.
We soon developed a daily routine, walking, meals together, games or TV, once in a while a movie if we could find one without a constant display of tits and ass along with the word fuck in every sentence. People don't talk like that in real life, at least not in our world. Oh, and the obligatory same sex couple, either or both genders, cramming that trash down your throat all the time. Can't forget the mixed race couple, gotta have one of them as well. Occasionally we would find a series on Netflix or Hulu that we liked, but those were becoming fewer and fewer as well.
We became the focus of most gossip within the Happy Acres community, not that we cared. To this point we hadn't even kissed beyond a few pecks, I sensed a full kiss was on the very near horizon, but I wasn't going to push it. She'd been the aggressor so far, when she was ready she'd let me know and from that point forward I had a feeling it was going to be Katy Bar the Doors, there's a storm a comin.
I was a few weeks away from moving and wondered if she'd like to ride along and see the place. I now had the keys, all the utilities were in my name, I needed to paint and clean prior to moving in. There was a relatively new Mexican restaurant in Pensacola called El Paso, we'd do lunch there. She loved the house, it sat on an acre lot with plenty of mature trees, she commented more than once about how much she liked the remoteness of it. There were neighbors on either side, but hundreds of feet away, not ten foot like she'd known all her life living in the city.
The interior needed to be cleaned and fresh paint, the landlord said if I'd do all of that he'd pay for the materials and cut the first month rent in half. As we were going to walk out the door she turned, put her arms around my neck and laid a barn burner of a kiss on me. Body tight to mine, her warmth invading my essence, my head momentarily foggy.
"Wow Case, I like that. Where has this woman been hiding?"
"Do you remember that song by Bobby Vee from when were teens, 'the night has a thousand eyes'? Well that's exactly how I feel back at Acres, but here, no one knows us, and no one is watching 24/7. Listen Stew, I'm 68 and not getting any younger, you've been a gentleman long enough .... my body needs a little attention."
She moved my hand from her waist up to her breast and let out a sigh as I made contact.
"Don't maul me Stew, but I need to know you like what you're feeling."
I took her hand leading her into the kitchen where I lifted her up onto the counter and began unbuttoning her blouse. As I opened it my eyes were pleased to see a thin see through bra, her dark nipples prominent against the pink areolas, poking against the material, looking inviting.
"I know guys like big boobs, and mine aren't very big, but they're still firm, as firm as they can be on a 68 year old body."
I lifted the bra and gently kneaded them as we kissed, pulling her nipples enough to make her moan into my mouth, then caressing them with the palm of my hand. I bent down and took a nipple into my mouth as she let out an UH, with a catch in her voice, then arched her back pushing into me as her hands held my head in place. She pulled my head back and moved it to the other nipple where I did the same. Raising my head I kissed her deeply, playing my tongue across her lips, then said.
"We need to quit Casey, or I'm not going to stop, and if we get to that point, I want it to be in a bed, not on a kitchen counter, at least not the first time."
I kissed each breast, sadly closed her blouse and buttoned it up, after lowering her to the floor she tucked her shirt in, took my arm and whispered in my ear, "I'm falling for you Stew, and it scares me."
Pushing me back she looked me in the eye, "I want to be intimate with you Stew, but I need to know we belong to each other before we go any further. I'm not sure I want to be married again, but I need to know we're exclusive, no sharing."
I kissed her and said I know the feeling. I felt the same way, I wanted her and no one else. Mr. Crabass had pretty well died by this time, my prickish resolve was basically non-existent, I found myself liking life again, looking forward to another day with this girl who had somehow captured my previously aching heart. At her door that night we were necking when she whispered to squeeze her ass.
"Do it Stew, I love having my ass squeezed. Mmmmm, I love that feeling, pull me in closer, no, closer. Yes, right there, now I can feel your body against mine. I'd like it to be naked, but we need to wait a little longer, when you're out of this place I'll relax. Until then you'll need to be happy with a few feels and squeezing my ass. Can you do that Stewy?"
Now I'm Stewy, wonder what I'll be with my dick buried in her snatch?
I nodded my head and started to go when she lightly patted the bulge in my jeans, looked at me with a sultry Marilyn Monroe face and whispered, "I'm liking this package."
I stood there with a hard dick as she closed her door, glad no one was close enough to see the tent in my pants. Over the next week we scrubbed and cleaned and painted each day, having supper together afterward and usually heading to our individual homes for the rest of the evening. During the days there would be feels and gropes, kisses stolen as well as kisses planned and executed with precision, walking by she'd softly run her fingers across my ass if I was bent over. We were to the point where she was pushing her hips into me as we dry humped, at times her head would be back, her mouth forming an O and her breathing heavy. We'd been dry humping long enough one day that her body shook as she made little moaning noises into my mouth.
"Baby did you cum?" I asked.
"I did, first time by a man in a very long time. Oh my gosh, my panties are soaked, I'm gonna need to put some toilet paper in them or it'll be running down my legs. Stew, I can hardly wait until your furniture is moved in so I can feel our mixed cum running out of me. God I'm horny."
I was secretly glad we stopped when we did, I was ready to cream my jeans. When the time comes that we do make love I'll have lots of spunk for her, no doubt about it. When I moved south, knowing I wasn't going to stay where I was long term, I put nearly all of my furniture and other belongings in a temperature controlled storage facility. The retirement village manager lived on site and had two boys in their late teens, with their mother's permission I approached them about finding one more guy to help and I'd hire them to move my stuff from storage to the house.
A hundred bucks each sounded mighty fine to them and would save me days of recovery time. By days end Saturday everything was in the house, we took them out for supper and headed back. I didn't have to be out of the flat until Wednesday which gave me Sunday to rest before starting to deep clean the flat on Monday. No way were those cheap bastards going to keep my security deposit if I could help it.
Casey and I went through boxes and put things away then rest of the evening, we'd scrubbed the cupboards previously, which made putting things away so much easier. Having sold my appliances before moving south I purchased all new and had them installed the week before. As we unpacked sheets and laundry item's we ran them through the washer/dryer. By days end we were tired and hungry, deciding to stop at Denny's on the way to her place. As she unlocked the door she asked me to come in for the first time.
Drawing the curtains she made a comment about the nosy old hag across the street, my former next door neighbor. Sitting on the couch she wondered if I was serious about her moving in with me when my lease was up.
"I'm one hundred percent certain, I love being around you and I love being in love with you."
"My lease will be up in four months, let's plan for then. In the mean time I'm going to bring some night ware, underwear and clothes to the house so I can stay overnight. Tomorrow that bed gets set up, then tomorrow night we're going to romp and play. That means tomorrow we're going to the store to buy the toiletries and supplies I'll need on a regular basis. Sound okay to you?"
"Sounds absolutely marvelous to me. I'm spending the night there, are you alright driving by yourself or should I pick you up?"
"I'll drive, I know the way, but right now you need to show me some attention. Stew, I like to wear vintage 50's design lingerie at times, do you think that's kinky?"
"Not at all, I love stockings and belts and the older soft bras as well as the newer stuff like at Victoria's. I noticed you wore seamed nylons last week and I have to admit it made me hard knowing they were held up by a garter belt."
"Well, actually they weren't. They used to make snug fitting full size panties with straps on them, now they make a retro-fit version, that's what I wore last week. You have no idea how hard it was to not lift my dress and show you. I bought those panties for your eyes only, they're a dark blue satin, almost as soft as silk. Speaking of soft, are you one of those guys who wants the woman to shave her nether regions?"
"Not me Casey, I like mumbling in the moss. Nothing like sliding my hand down into a pair of warm damp panties and finding a soft curly bush.
"Just so you know, mine is as grey as your hair and it's thinned out through the years, not sure how much moss, as you call it, you'll find to mumble in. Enough of this chit chat, make out with me and make me feel like a school girl again, if you treat me real nice, I'll let you get to third base tonight."
Within minutes I had my hand under blouse, bra pushed up and playing with her tits. She pushed me back, told me to take them off and do it right. With our lips melting together I continued playing with her chest, eventually bringing my mouth to a nipple and sucking in. Her tits weren't young and standing straight out, but they also didn't look like a baseball in a sock, there was droop, but no more than to be expected after having three babies and being 68. They were solid and the nipples kind of sloped upward like a ski jump.
As we were making out I slipped my hand down the front of her jeans for the first time and was pleased when I encountered her silky bush. I unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, as I began sliding them down she grabbed them.
"Not tonight, you can see me naked tomorrow night. Tonight just feel, okay? I may be dry so be careful."
She was right, the outer labia were dry, I wet a finger and gently rubbed it on her vulva before I pushed into her opening, once inside she seemed sufficently wet. I made a mental note to get KY tomorrow. Her panties were a hip hugger bikini and the prettiest sky blue, I wanted to push them down, but she resisted, telling me tomorrow night. Between sucking her nipples and my finger in her pussy she was breathing hard again, this time more animated, her hips were moving back and forth, her inner muscles tightening, chest rising and falling as she fought for breath.
I felt her ass muscles clench and there it was, she was groaning loudly, pushing my face into her tit with one hand and grasping my wrist with the other, as though she was preventing herself from falling off something. As she calmed down she let out a deep sigh.
"Oh Stew, my ex never did anything like that to me. I came so hard I thought I would pass out, and that was with being fingered, I can only imagine how wonderful it will be with you inside me. I hope you like giving and getting oral, because I love giving as well as receiving."
Taking a chance, I told her having my face buried ears deep in her pussy had been on my mind for weeks. As she settled down, she opened my pants and pulled my dick out, smiling and stroking it.
"I like the size Stew, a bit longer than my ex and thick, that will fit nicely inside me. I'm not going to suck you tonight, but if you need release, I'll give you a hand job."
"No hand jobs, I'll save it for tomorrow night, wanna make sure I have all you want. I don't think I have any soldiers anymore so it aint the deep white color it once was, but there's still plenty of what I do have."
The mini-conversation ended our make out session for that evening. She shimmied her panties and jeans back in place then put her blouse on without the bra. Standing in her doorway kissing goodnight she put my hand on her warm soft breast and squeezed my hand with hers. Then whispered in my ear 'tomorrow night' as she closed the door.
If I told you sleep escaped me until well after midnight it wouldn't be an exaggeration as I found myself pondering the situation. I was not at all used to a woman taking the lead when it came to romance and sex. In all our years of marriage I could count on one hand the number of times Mary had initiated sex, she might hint, but had always waited for me to be the aggressor. There were times I longed for her to be so horny she'd attack me the moment I opened the door and walked into the kitchen, sadly, that never occurred.
Now I found myself on the other end for a change, and I wasn't sure if I could adapt. I liked it, there was no doubt what Casey wanted, and Lord knows I'm always up for a good fuck. Or even a bad one, I like sex, the worst pussy I've ever had was great. I had Googled vintage lingerie and clicked on the 50's era tab, I could get used to that as an enhancement to my life.
I recall seeing my mom wearing those kind of things when I was a little boy and would occasionally see her in different stages of undress. I'd sit on the bed and talk to her as she rolled on her stockings, meticulously aligning the seam on the back. Funny what you remember at the age of five. Imagining Casey in those panties she'd described with the straps attached made my cock stand as straight as the flag pole in my previous front yard. I sat in the dark looking across the field behind the house I wondered if sleep had escaped her as well. I imagined her sitting in the big chair looking out over the softly lit street.
I was hanging the flag in my new front yard at 6:30 the next morning when my phone pinged, I looked at it not knowing exactly what it was telling me, then saw a little box on the bottom with the numeral one in it. As I got ready to press the button I was thinking, if I screw up the phone, I'll just buy another one. There it was, a text message from Casey. I always knew I was dumber than my smart phone, but why did I not realize it could do this. I touched the button and her message appeared, would 7:30 be too early for us to go have breakfast at IHOP, if not she'd be at my house by then. It took a few minutes to figure how to return a message, but I did, feeling proud as a peacock.
Walking into the house I was cursing new technology under my breath, why couldn't we just go back to rotary phones when my phone pinged again. I'm thinking "what now". Another message from Casey, "Making sure we're going shopping cuz I want to wear a skirt, but not if we're doing more unpacking." I responded no more unpacking today and to hurry I missed her. My phone instantly pinged again with a smiley face blowing a kiss with a heart on it. I could see I had a lot to learn about texting.
She parked her little Elantra next to my truck in the carport and sauntered toward the door as I eagerly waited at the screen. We embraced and kissed, I groped and squeezed her ass which brought about a small moan from her into my mouth. Pushing her body tighter to me her tongue caressed my lips waiting for them to open, I didn't disappoint as our tongues danced from mouth to mouth. Leaning back with her pelvis tight to mine and her hands on my chest she made her request known.
"Take me to breakfast and then shopping, or we're going to spend the entire day naked with you between my legs. As much as I love the sound of that, we both know we're too old to do that shit anymore, so let's go eat, then we'll screw."
Our breakfast was leisurely and fulfilling, the topics of conversation varied. I asked her how she became interested in the vintage lingerie. She told me that as she was going through her mom's dresser sorting items after her funeral she came across a paper bag behind some sweaters at the back of a bottom drawer. Sitting on the bed she dumped the contents and found an array of older lingerie. Her sister said it was disgusting to think of their mother dressed up like some slut for daddy.
"You apparently forgot what mama told us on our wedding day, be a model wife in public and slut in the bedroom."
Her sister countered with she had never bought into that bullshit, Casey said she pointed out to her that might be part of the reason she was on husband number three. Taking it home she wasn't sure what era it was from, but after googling she realized it was from the late 50's, early 60's. Though the dipshit was gone, she began ordering and wearing retro 50's lingerie, surprised at how popular it is.
"I found that it made me feel somewhat exotic to wear those panties with the straps attached and the older satin design bras which let your nipples show a little if hard, while only allowing a minimum amount of jiggle when you walk."
I asked if she had any of that on today, she didn't say a word, only smiled. We did a decent grocery shopping along with toiletries and other items she wanted at the house for overnight stays. At home I finished assembling the bed while she put things away, they weren't all where I would have put them, but I didn't really care. Soon enough it would be her kitchen anyway, I may as well learn where everything will be in four months and not have to re-learn. By early afternoon we had her clothes put away and things were in order, bed was assembled and made, groceries and other items put away, nothing pressing us.
"Stew, we can make love now if you want, but we both know that'll be it for today, or we could go to the cinema, have a popcorn lunch, make out in the dark and then come home to our bed."
"Hmmm, I like that idea. Let's do a movie and then we'll have the evening to enjoy each other. Are you staying the night?"
"You bet your ass I am. I'm hoping that I'll get a two-fer since it's our first time. I'm so horny for you, I'll let you play in the movie, but you can't take my panties off, not in a public place. I'm going to take my bra off and I'll cover with a shawl, it's always so cold in those places. You'll have free access to the girls once the lights go down. Sound okay?"
She was rubbing my dick through my pants and then stopped. "I don't want this wasted, I want all of that cream inside me later. Let's go make out in the movie."
She let me unbutton her blouse and play at the movie. I wanted to pull her blouse out but she said there'd be no way to tuck it in without people noticing, she was paranoid someone would be watching us as I slid my hand up her skirt. I got to the top of her nylons before she stopped me. Leaning into me she whispered.
"Please Stewy, not here. I'm not trying to be a tease, I promise I'll let you undress me and do whatever you want in the bedroom. I'll be your slut there, but please, not in public."
I removed my hand and kissed her gently. She was caressing my face as we kissed, I could feel her heart racing with my hand on her chest, she certainly wanted to, but like most of us older people, we have hidden inhibitions that don't come forward until pressed. I had no problem waiting, I certainly wasn't going to embarrass this lovely creature.
Sitting tight against me in the truck we were barely out of the parking lot before she made good on her promise, she hiked her skirt up to the top of her stockings and moved my hand to the inside of her thigh.
I relished in the feel of those soft silk covered legs, the clips on the straps brushed my palms as I went for the gold. By the time my hand had found the damp panties her legs were spread enough to snake a finger through the leg elastic and rub a cross her vulva. No lack of wetness today, her pussy lips were moist, the tiny hairs damp, the crotch of her panties sticky.
She softly rubbed my dick as I played with her, a few miles from home we mutually agreed to stop before we went over the edge. Inside she pushed me into a sitting position on the couch, lifted her skirt and sat on my cock, twisting, wiggling, scooting her snatch back and forth on my erect cock.
"Would you like some of this Stewy? Mama's got plenty for you. Take my blouse off and suck my nipples, suck them hard tonight Stew, that turns me on and tonight I can afford to be turned on. Tonight we're going to fuck, tonight you're going to make me scream as we cum, tonight I get my pussy filled with cum for the first time in years. Do you mind me talking dirty Stew? Cuz that's what I do when I'm turned on."
"I don't mind at all Case, I like it when you talk to me, it tells me I'm doing it right."
"Good answer Stew, I'm going to strip and then we're going to start in the shower, after which you're going to slide your cock into me and ride hard."
She unsnapped and unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor, stepping out of it she placed it on the couch. Standing there in her dark blue satin panties, straps attached to silk stockings and nothing else I found her completely irresistible. I pulled her closer, got on my knees and unclasp her stockings slowly, erotically, rolled them down her legs and lay them with her skirt. As I shimmied the panties down my eyes were treated to a full bush of grey hair that lay down flat more than it bushed outward. I imagined it being full and puffy in her earlier days.
I leaned in, kissed her mons, then stood kissing her lips as I turned her and sat her down. It didn't take me long to get naked, as my underwear came off she reached out to grab my dick and pull me closer, stroking me. A drop of pre-cum formed, she leaned forward and licked it off.
"Come on stud, let's get washed, I'll suck you a little in the shower, no blow job tonight though, tonight it all goes in my pussy. Maybe tomorrow if you can reload that quickly."
In the shower we took pour time washing each other, spending extra attention to our erogenous zones. Being our ages kneeling for long periods of time on hard surfaces is difficult, I licked her a little and she sucked me the same, we'd save our energy for the bedroom. I'd like to say I'm this big strapping stud who carried her to our bed, but I'm not, it just isn't there anymore. I can do it in mind, but my body tells me otherwise. I watched her ass jiggle as she walked in front of me, imaging the little ass waves I'd see when I nailed her from behind.
I was positioning myself to eat her when she grabbed my hair and pulled me up to lay beside her.
"I know you want to eat me, and I'm going to let you, but make sure you use some KY on me and yourself before you try to enter me, otherwise it's going to hurt."
I kissed my way down her body, sucking and nibbling her breasts, stopping at her bush to kiss it and fluff it with my fingers. She giggled saying it tickled. As I lay between her legs they opened all the way, she'd pulled her legs up alongside her body and had hooked her hands behind her knees. Her pussy was wide open, inner lips exposed, inviting penetration, the jewel at the top was standing prominently, waiting to be licked and sucked. I didn't waste time teasing, there would be lots of time after tonight to tease.
I placed my mouth directly on her clit and circled it with my tongue. Licking softly, looking for her magic spot, finding it along the bottom center. Her clit was hard and at the same time soft, her hips were gently humping up and down, her words encouraging me.
"Yes Stew, uh huh, right there. Oh so good, oh, oh, oh, yes, a little lower, that'll do me lover."
It wasn't a minute later when once again I felt her ass muscles tighten, she dropped her legs and drove her pussy into my mouth as her hands held me in place. Her fingers pulling my hair, then softly brushing through it, then pulling again. Nothing from her mouth other than hard breathing and the occasional "FUCK", then her legs closed on my head, not hard, just hard enough to hold me there as she quaked and shook.
As I crawled forward she reached out for me, pulling me into her arms, kissing me, catching her breath.
"Stewert that was delicious, can I have your cock now? I want to be stuffed with it. Use KY and go slow at first, this old pussy hasn't been stretched in years."
Dribbling a few drops of KY on myself and her vulva I worked it around the opening and on the head of my dick. As I lowered I felt her hand guide the tip to her vagina, with no need to stop and lubricate I moved ahead, as I made contact with her she let go and pushed her hips into me. I got half way before she pushed on my chest, I waited and then began again when I felt her hips move. I was fully imbedded in the next two strokes, she pulled me down to kiss her, wiggling her ass a little, I think adjusting to a foreign object in her heretofore tight snatch.
As she loosened her grip I rose up and put the locomotive in gear, chugging along at a good rhythm, her hips beginning to raise with my thrusts.
"I love that big cock of yours, I like how it fills me, mmm, hmmm, just like that. Keep giving me what I need Stew, your big thick cock."
I knew it didn't, but it felt like my dick grew a half inch listening to her spur me on. It went like that the entire ten minutes I was in her. I felt the twinge in my balls as I felt her body begin to stiffen, her ass muscles tightened, her pussy muscles clamped down on my dick and she let out a yell. That was all it took for me and I rammed my cock into her spitting cum all over the inside of her vaginal walls. She jumped and squealed.
"I can feel it, I can feel it. Oh my God, I've never felt it before, what a wonderful feeling."
I jammed my cock tight again hoping to get a little more inside .... didn't work. I was empty and on shaky legs, out of breath, my heart still racing, my dick rapidly softening. As I plopped out she reached for me again.
"Oh Stewy, I can honestly say you made me feel desirous and sexy. I've never cum like that before, my ex was kind of small in comparison and I never felt his cum hit my cervix. When you can go again I want it from behind, I love doggy and on my tummy with pillows under me. If you can still do doggy flat footed I absolutely love that, it goes so fucking deep."
We washed up, put on clean underwear and slid beneath the covers with her tight to my side. Much to our surprise we had the wherewithal to go again in the morning, it was flatfoot doggy, wearing both of us out. I had been steadying myself by putting my hands on her lower back and when we'd both cum she collapsed with me doing the same. I flopped to her side as we lay there breathing hard, trying to be romantic while fighting for breath and recovery, discovering that at our ages ten minutes of delight resulted in an equal or greater amount of time for recovery.
The weeks we spent together became months, soon her lease would be up and she'd move in officially, unofficially she was staying with me at least four nights a week. The owner of the house approached me about possibly buying the place, after Casey and I discussed it we decided to go ahead and do it. Between the two of us we paid cash and put the deed in both our names. After moving Casey in we traveled north to the cabin, spending just over two months before returning.
All three of her girls and families came to visit during that time, the kids loved the lake, the girls loved the down time and the men loved the fishing. Both my kids did a weekend visit and liked Casey, pleased that we had found love in our old ages. Our love life continued to thrive, I ended up using the little blue pills after heart surgery at the age of 74, we didn't make love as often anymore, but when we did it was loving and meaningful.
Casey:
Stewert died after ten years of us being together, a burst aorta, he was dead in minutes. As much as it hurt to not have him with me, I hold onto the memory of him making love to me the night before. A few years ago, we had decided to sell the cabin, neither of his kids wanted it so my three girls and hubbies bought it. Our time with each other were happy years, neither of us had ever enjoyed sex as much as we did during our years together. I wore dresses or skirts all the time, if it wasn't hot and humid I wore stockings as well. I'd even gotten to where I was willing to wear shorts, something I hadn't done in years.
I have a suitor, he calls on me twice a week, on Wednesday we go to a local senior center to play cards and on Sunday he takes me for brunch. There isn't any sex, in fact I've only let him kiss me a half dozen times. I'm three months away from 81 and he's 82, we aren't looking for romance, we simply enjoy the companionship. Besides, I don't think we have that much energy any longer.
Stew and I found each other at the exact right moment, I needed someone to love and desire me, he needed someone to build a fire under his ass, helping him break free from his anger and loneliness.
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