The room was dim and cool. Shadowed figures huddled in the corners, soft whispers of conversation counter-pointed the soft “shush, shush, shush” of the machinery by the bed, the occasional “beep, beep, beep” indicating that life still lingered. The woman on the bed laid unnaturally still, her eyes half open, seeing nothing. Her white hair gleamed softly in the dim light. Her skin had the parchment quality of age, yet was smooth and unlined.
“Richard…” A bare thread of sound. Those in the shadows moved restlessly at the sound of her frail voice. They had been summoned. Soon, they had been told. A sigh from the bed. Again, the only sounds were the soft “shush, shush, shush, beep, beep, beep” of the machines.
“Richard…” The woman remembered. She remembered when she had first seen him. Young, tall, well muscled, and handsome. He had seemed so lost. She had offered to help. His sudden smile and bright green eyes made her wish she were younger. They ended up spending the afternoon together, just talking. She would tease him gently about spending so much time with an old woman. She had seen him again the following week. And again the week after that.
“I almost think you wait here for me, Richard,” she had teased. He lowered his eyes and blushed.
“I…do,” he said softly.
That was the night she first took him to her bed. She had ben hesitant at first. He was so much younger and she was beginning to show her age. He spent hours kissing and tasting her body. His lips and tongue teased her nipples until she was writhing. His fingers traced along her skin. He brought her to orgasm again and again until she was nearly delirious.
“Please…” he murmured, “please…”
It took her long moments to realize that he was asking permission. She held his face in her hands, and drew him close for a deep kiss. Then she pushed him over and mounted him, taking his hugely rampant penis deep into her throbbing body. She moaned as he filled her.
“Yeeesss, Richard,” she breathed. His hands went to her waist and he helped her move on his rigid flesh. Her orgasm was sudden and intense. “Richard!” she cried and he thrust up hard into her, his penis pulsing, filling her with his fiery ejaculate. After, she held him against her heated body. She felt his sigh as she slowly stroked his silky hair. She slept.
When she awakened the next morning, he was still there, still in her arms. “Richard,” she said softly. He raised his head to look into her eyes. “Why?”
He blushed. She let go of him, allowing him to rise. He sat on the edge of the bed, head lowered, eyes on the floor.
“Because of your strength,” he said finally. That started a conversation that led into an area she never expected. He explained about domination and submission. He told her about himself, his search for a dominant woman.
She watched him as he bared his soul, touched at his trust. And a little frightened. Finally, he simply sat, head bowed, silent. She sighed.
“What do you think I can give you, Richard?” she asked gently, “that a younger woman cannot?”
“I don’t know, he admitted.
She leaned forward to caress his cheek. His eyes closed and he leaned into her caress. “I…” she hesitated, “I need to think.”
His soft sigh was of resignation. He nodded. Neither spoke as he dressed. She sat on the bed watching him. His bright green eyes were sad as he kissed her softly on the lips and left. She thought and researched and read.
Richard went every day to the place where they had met, hoping to see her. As the days went by, his hope began to fade. He was sitting as he usually did, eyes down, expression sad. There were young women who looked at him, speculated. He ignored them. She was standing behind him and a little to one side, watching him.
“Richard.”
His head snapped up and around. She saw the hope flare in eyes.
“Come with me, Richard.”
He immediately stood and went to her. She took him home.
Shush, shush, shush. Beep, beep, beep. The memory faded. A brief flicker of awareness in her half opened eyes.
“Mrs. Lincoln?” The soft voice of a nurse barely registered on the woman lying in the bed. She mad no response. The nurse turned to one of the other people in the room. “Who is Richard?” she asked softly. “Is he coming?” The question was met with shrugs and blank stares.
Shush, shush, shush. Beep, beep, beep. “Richard…”
He was kneeling in front of the door, gloriously naked. She smiled and closed the door. “Hello, Richard.”
His smile of greeting made his green eyes glow. She began to remove her coat. Instantly, he was on his feet, taking it from her shoulders, hanging it away.
“It has been a long day, Richard,” she said as she moved to her bedroom to change. He followed silently. He helped her undress. As each item of clothing was removed, he would kiss the slowly revealed skin. “Mmmmm, Richard,” she murmured as he both relaxed and aroused her. His magnificent penis was already swelling. She softly caressed his growing erection until she felt him tremble. He was now hugely hard and hot.
