To recap: A lonely man with a erectile problem meets a younger vacationing divorcee on Longboat Key. Their first day together ended in extraordinarily satisfying sex. The story continues...
Driving over the Skyline Bridge to St. Pete seemed dangerous to me as my mind kept veering off the road and into memories of the night before. A chance meeting on the beach led to a night of amazing sex with a cock that worked the way it was supposed to and although that seemed miracle enough, I kept flashing back to the incredible amount of fun Caren and I had. A couple of times I found myself weaving on the empty span and had to pull myself together before I launched myself into Tampa Bay. Fortunately, "Born To Run" was on the radio and while I felt the Corvette could sprout wings and fly, I merely sang along. It was exhilarating.
And speaking of the rental car, through some kind of hooky-dookie, I was able to score the Corvette for the price of a standard car. I was supposed to get a Prius but they were all gone when I went to pick it up at the airport. So instead, I now found myself top down in the warm Florida sun singing with the Boss. Life ain't too bad.
A few times, my head went back to my other head. I knew that the problems I'd been having keeping an erection were not medical; I knew that it was psychologically based. You see, I'd never had a problem jerking off. I could always make myself come. Also, over the years since my divorce, I'd enjoyed a pretty expansive sex life. However, with the exception of some old friends who tended to my penis with great care, the past year had been hit or miss and most of the time, it was the latter. But the whole scene was different with Caren, there was a different vibe and a comfort level that fit me well. When I introduced myself on the beach, I'd never expected or even believed that we'd be skinny-dipping later, let alone having sex. Maybe it was pheremonic. That had to be it, it had to be her. Maybe, in a simple basic way, the women prior to Caren just didn't do it for me, they didn't smell right. It was Caren's scent as well as a subtle combination of naivité and guile that gave her an artless compatibility with me. Last night was great; it was amazing. I didn't have to curl up in mortification that my cock wimped out. It didn't. It responded like a teenager's cock meeting its first set of lips. I didn't have to think about it. I just let things flow. I just let my instincts out again and it felt awesome. It's no wonder I was feeling good.
Visiting my mother turned any vestige of my euphoria into cosmic debris. I sat and helped her eat but she was lost, her eyes blank and only partially open and her hands shaking uncontrollably. She hadn't a clue as to who I was. I kept trying to help her but she had a far-away and ghostly look. I was watching my mother disappear. The visit was very difficult for me and when I left, I sat in the parking lot thinking of what I should do. I'd already made my choice when I got her into the hospital. There was nothing I could do for my mother as she was in a place where they took good care of her and knew what they were doing. I really couldn't ask for better care, really. I would just have to come to terms with this and start considering her funeral sometime in the near future. I started the car and headed toward the coast of St. Petersburg, where I could distract myself.
Compared to the residential streets and the serenity of the neighborhood where the hospital was, St. Pete was just what I needed. It was alive and throbbing in the humid heat. I parked my car and walked Gulf Boulevard. I stopped in a small beachside restaurant and had a beer and a burger. Then I drove to a small artsy area where I parked and strolled again. I liked this inner feeling of confidence brought on by good sex. Later, I walked down a small street with art galleries and bought a small and beautiful statue of lovers entwined but in a very modernist style, something I knew my Alvin would appreciate as a housegift. Along my travels, I bought a couple of bottles of wine and some flowers for Caren, who never once left my mind. On my way back to the Skyway Bridge, I passed the Troc and drove down to view the Dali Museum which was terrific. While I never was a big fan of dripping clocks, this museum was fabulous and I gained a new appreciation for his work. I really liked "The Basket of Bread." Finally, I was back on the road, flying down the beautiful bridge that bisects Tampa Bay heading toward Paradise. I paid more attention to the road this time but still, my brain flashed back to the image moist pussy vibrating around my back-to-normal cock.
It was late afternoon by the time I returned to Longboat Key and I was a bit tired and mentally exhausted from my day. I noticed that Caren's house was dark so I placed the flowers on the table, placed the statue on a living room table, stripped down to my walking shorts and sat on the deck with a filled bowl and the New York Time's Crossword Puzzle. I must have been deep in dreamland when I felt a light kiss on my forehead and opened my drowsy eyes.
"Hi, Sleepy. How was your day?"
I roused myself and sat up. "I guess I was pretty tired. Hello Sweet-Caren-from-Next-Door. Ummm. Wait a second. Don't move. I'll be write back."
I ran into the house, peed and then ran into the kitchen where I poured two glasses and picked up the flowers. She was sitting when I returned to the deck and handed her a glass.
"Here's to your good looks" I toasted. "And these are for you." I handed her the flowers.
"Oh, Ray. You didn't have to..."
"I know but see that big smile on your face? I bought them for that. Thank you."
"Thank you, you big sweetie."
"So tell me, how was your day?"
"My day was fun. I met up with my old college friend, Candace, who is married and lives in Sarasota. Her husband is loaded and she has the big house and a maid and..."
"I really don't care about Candace. Tell me what you did?"
