Kevin had been waiting somewhat impatiently when he heard the sound of tires crushing the dried leaves outside his kitchen window. The leaves, which had started to fall on his driveway much, too soon, he thought to himself, would soon be mulched. But not before he had lived out a fantasy that had been swirling around the inside of his head for sometime now.
He looked out the window in time to see a tall goddess exit her car. Aurora had finally arrived. She definitely has a name to suit a goddess, he thought. His goddess, and he loved every inch of her. It was so nice to stand toe to toe with this statuesque woman, to be able to look her in the eyes and tell her how much he desired her, without either one having to twist their necks at odd angles. He appreciated that for a number of reasons, not the least being the collapsing, bulging discs in his neck. His close to sixty years had not treated him that badly, but his neck had been an issue for years.. He though to himself, ruefully, that at least he had been pain free since he had met Aurora.
Aurora walked up to the side door of Kevin's house and, not bothering to knock, entered. She had been a guest here before, and would be again, hopefully, more often. More than three decades younger than Kevin, she had found in him someone who understood her so completely that it scared her sometimes. She had found the puzzle piece that fit her.
Kevin, for his part, had been nervous at first. The age difference had bothered him, knowing that he could have been this woman's father or, in some parts of the country, her grandfather. That thought made him laugh. But it had not taken long at all for his trepidations to subside. He knew this woman fit him, as well. They mentioned it often, reinforcing their feelings for one another. The real joke was that the gods had played a cruel trick on them by having them fall in love at this particular point in time. The two of them considered each other to be soul mates and were going to enjoy every minute allotted to them.
Kevin greeted Aurora inside his kitchen door. A soft, lingering kiss on her lips was his first form of greeting. The second form was that of his hand squeezing her ass. Aurora giggled into his mouth, which had opened to completely cover her lips. His tongue snaked inside, tickling her gums, causing her to giggle more and to pull away from him. She then hugged him tightly nuzzling into his neck, emitting a contented sigh. Breaking the embrace, he led her into the living room and had her sit down in the corner of the couch. His spot, she thought. "What does he have planned now?" she said to herself.
"Aurora, love, I'm going to make us some cocktails before dinner. Is there anything in particular you would like?" Aurora thought about it for a minute and decided on her drink of choice. "Could I have a Peach Sangria?" she asked. "I believe I have what I need for that. Give me a couple of moments. I'm going to have a Manhattan. A special one, I think. I'll show you how I make it after your drink is ready." he said.
After mixing a batch of Sangria and pouring Aurora a glass, he returned to the living room. Offering the peach flavored drink to her, he made sure she was comfortably seated on the sectional. "I think you'll find this to your satisfaction. Now, I'm going to make my drink. I'm going to call it the Aurora Manhattan, in honor of you." He then told her the recipe.
Two parts rye whiskey
One part apricot brandy (in lieu of sweet vermouth)
