Henry and Eliza

"Henry." I felt my shoulder being shaken. "Henry, are you all right?"

I was in a fog somewhere. There were naked breasts under my head. That much I was sure of. Amanda's? No, she was dead. I put my hand on the sofa to lift myself up. My dick was inside a pussy. No, this was a wet dream. It was a good one too. The cunt was warm and slippery.

"Henry, wake up." Whoever you are, go away and let me sleep. I hadn't had a dream like that in years. "Come on, you're too heavy." I knew that voice. Barbara? No. Eliza? Who's that?

I opened one eye. My head was resting on a large firm breast. Another one was right in front of my face, and it had a hard nipple on it. I put my hand on the boob and squeezed it gently. "This is heaven, right?" I mumbled.

"No, it's your living room, and you are crushing me." I opened the other eye and looked up in the direction of the voice. Eliza's grey eyes and broad smile greeted me. Slowly and with a lot of effort, I lifted myself up off of her. "Thank you," she said with a big sigh of relief. "I thought you would never wake up. You were out for at least ten minutes."

"I guess I taught you too well," I said. She moved stiffly into a sitting position.

"There's something I have to tell you. I've been offered a job in a house in the city. I'll be leaving on Saturday."

"Where will you be working?"

"I shouldn't tell you. You'd come looking for me, and that would hurt both of us." She was right. "We have the rest of the week together."

"I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too. Henry, you've been so good to me. I'll never forget you. There's one last thing I want to do for you. Steve and Barbara are coming for dinner Friday night. I'll do all the shopping and cooking. If I learned anything from my parents, it's how to fix a good meal. They ran a restaurant, and I worked there a lot when I was a teenager."

"They sound like pretty good people. Why did you run away?"

"My father raped me."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "And I remind you of him?"

"Joe-Joe did. You're about the same age, but that's all you have in common. My father is a brute. He beat my mother and my sister and me. You're the opposite. You're kind and sweet and gentle. Henry, I love you, but I can't stay."

"I love you too." I had a daughter two years younger than her, but my feelings were anything but paternal.

"Anyway, after dinner I want you to sleep with Barbara while I go off with Steve. Your friends miss you. They want you back. If I stay you won't go back to them. I had a long talk with Barbara yesterday when I called to invite Steve and her over Friday night. She said you are a better lover than Steve is."

That surprised me. "I guess we can compare notes when I drive you into the city. You can tell me which of us is the better lay."

"Steve is taking me to the train station Saturday morning. Barbara will stay here with you."

"It looks like you have everything worked out. You don't need me anymore."

The next three days were both delightful and painful. We walked the paths beside the lake. We made love in the grass beside the water. The doe that had came to the house on the day of Eliza's arrival followed us at a distance. Her head seemed to shake from side to side, and her eyes were sad. When I pointed this out to Eliza, she looked at the doe and said, "I'm sorry. I have to go."

Friday came all too soon. Eliza packed three suitcases and two garment bags in the morning leaving out only a light blue cocktail dress. I offered to help her prepare dinner, but she barred me from the kitchen. If I wanted as little as a glass of water, she brought it to me. At six she went to her room to change into the dress. I was allowed to help bring her luggage downstairs and place it near the door.

She was beautiful in that dress. It exposed her cleavage yet dressed it up at the same time. The hemline was barely low enough to cover her bottom. She had matching high heeled shoes, earrings, and clutch purse.

Steve and Barbara arrived at seven. Eliza was the perfect hostess. Her voice was no longer shrill and nasal; her posture was perfect.

The dinner meal was superb. Eliza's restaurant experience was evident in both the food quality and in her manner of serving. Her conversation was bright and witty. At one point Steve mentioned that he had just bought some Internet company's stock. "What's their market share?" Eliza asked.

"I don't think it's very large," Steve said. "It's a new company. They haven't had time to build a customer base."

"Sounds pretty risky," she said. "That's probably something someone my age might be interested in. The 'net seems rather glamorous, but those companies aren't lasting. Personally I prefer to stick to proven companies."

"What do you have in your portfolio?" Barbara asked in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

"Mostly blue chips," Eliza replied. "One of my basic criteria for a stock is that it must have paid dividends for at least a century. For a company to survive that long, it must be innovative enough to change with the marketplace yet have sound core management values."

"I never looked at it that way," Steve said, "but you're absolutely right."

After dinner we went to the living room where Eliza served coffee. She sat with Steve on the love seat so that Barbara and I had to sit together on the sofa. Barbara was in her early fifties, but she was still a handsome woman with a great body. Her fingertips stroked my inner thigh occasionally which induced the standard male anatomical response: an erection. I rested my hand on her bare leg. Steve and Eliza had their hands on each other's legs as well.

Around ten o'clock we all rose and carried Eliza's baggage out to Steve's car. Steve gave Barbara a quick kiss and said, "See you in the morning."

I held the passenger door open for Eliza. She paused and looked at me; a tear ran down her cheek. "Thank you, Henry," she said softly. "Thank you for everything. You are the most wonderful man I've ever met."

"There's still time to change your mind," I said just as softly. "Girls are allowed to do that."

"I can't. Barbara's waiting for you, and she's not wearing any panties."

"She never does. Write to me when you get settled." She didn't respond. "A Christmas card?"

"We'll see." She gave me a lingering kiss, then got into the car. I closed the door and stepped back so Steve could drive away. I waited until they were on the road and out of sight before I turned and escorted Barbara back into the house.

Barbara and I cleared the dining room table in silence. I hesitated a moment when I picked up Eliza's plate. After taking a deep breath, I rinsed the dishes and put them in the washer. It was a simple task. Eliza had washed the cookware. We were done in ten minutes, but it seemed so much longer. I poured a couple glasses of wine, and we went to the living room.

"Here's to tonight," Barbara said raising her glass.

"Yes, to tonight," I said blankly.

"You really care for her."

"Yes. Yes, I do. I never thought I could love again after I lost Amanda. I don't know what I'm going to do. I've grown so ... so accustomed to her having her around, accustomed to her voice, accustomed to her face."

"Then go after her and bring her back."

"Her mind is made up. I would be kidnapping her. I tried everything I could think of to get her to stay." Tears flowed down my cheeks. I began to cry. "I love her, Barbara. I really do."

She put her arms around me and laid my head on her shoulder. I was sobbing uncontrollably. At some point I put my arms around her, and we held each other. She caressed my face and dabbed at my tears with a napkin. Every couple minutes she kissed my forehead, but she made no attempt to cheer me up.

Probably ten to fifteen minutes passed before my tears subsided. I was emotionally drained. Barbara kissed me quickly on the lips, then hugged me tightly to her bosom. "Feel any better?" she asked. "I always do after a good cry."

"Not really," I said. "She told me on Tuesday that she'd be leaving tonight. I guess I was clinging to a false hope these last few days that she'd change her mind. I really am too old for her. My children are her age, and I'm a grandfather to boot. If she'd married me, she would have become a grandmother at the age of twenty-five. That's ridiculous."

"Of course it is." She kissed me again. This time the kiss lingered. I held her tightly.

I could feel her braless breasts through her dress and my shirt. It had been two years since I had held her in my arms. The last time I had been with her, we had been in her bed. Tentatively, I caressed her back while we kissed. It was comforting to have a familiar body pressed against me.

We sat on the sofa for a long time necking like a couple of teenagers. Why had I waited so long to return to my friends? I would definitely have to host a party soon. Slowly we undressed each other. It didn't take much effort. She was only wearing a dress, no bra or panties. I hadn't bothered with underwear either.

Once my cock was free, Barbara dove for it. Her oral technique had not changed. Her mouth still felt like a vacuum cleaner. She cradled my balls in one hand and held my dick with the other while her head bounced on my lap. Within a minute I deposited a load of semen in her mouth which she promptly swallowed. When I caught my breath, she took my hand and led me upstairs to my bedroom.

I laid down on the bed, and she laid on top of me. Our lips met urgently. It had been nearly two years since we had made love. I had not realized how much I missed her company. Her hips ground against my pecker and turned it into a poker. We rolled over so that my weight pressed my stiff member against her clit. I kissed her neck roughly and she kissed mine just as hard. I sucked one breast into my mouth and then the other. I twisted around as I tongued her navel and headed south. Her pussy was completely hairless. It had been our rule that we always came to each other freshly shaved. Her smooth skin had always excited me, and that night was no exception. I had forgotten to shave, but she said nothing. We assumed the sixty-nine position and went to work on each other's pubes. She sucked one of my hairy balls while I parted her slit with my tongue. Her clit was standing up waiting for me to wrap my lips around it. I didn't keep it waiting. The moment my mouth touched it, her body shook passionately. I licked gently up and down her pussy lips sending her into a series of orgasms, each of which was stronger than the last, until she begged me to stop and to mount her.

She drew her legs up and apart as I turned around to lie between her legs. Her hand led me to her waiting pussy. The moment the head of my cock opened her entrance, she wrapped her legs around my butt and forced me completely inside. We thrust desperately against each other into frenzied passion. Our mouths clamped together; our tongues explored each other's lips and teeth. Her cunt muscles began the old familiar rhythmic contractions, and my balls slapped her ass. A second set of contractions began. My toes curled up into fists and my nut sac rose up. My senses focused on my loins as my spunk gushed into her and overflowed out around my hose.

"It's been too long," Barbara said when she could breathe again. 'I can't tell you how much I've missed having you inside me."

"It has been a long time," I said, "but at least you had Steve and the other guys."

"True, but none of them can eat pussy like you. They're all good in their own way, but you have that magic something they can't duplicate."

"You are still the greatest cock sucker I've ever experienced."

We stayed in our embrace until my dick shriveled and fell out of her. Then we went to the shower together.

Sometime during the night I awoke to find her still at my side. She stirred and turned onto her side with her back toward me. I snuggled up against her with my dick nestled between her ass cheeks. It stiffened and she guided me into her pussy for a quickie. After we climaxed we went back to sleep.

Steve arrived at eight-thirty the next morning to pick Barbara up so she could go open her store. Eliza had already been dropped off at the train station.

One by one, my kids came to visit during the rest of the summer. I enjoyed seeing them and especially their children. The grandchildren played on the same playground equipment their parents had used when they were young. I sat back on a lawn chair and quietly laughed as their mothers yelled, "Be careful! You'll fall!" Amanda had been just as protective twenty-five years before.

Autumn came and the grandchildren went back to school. Migrating duck and geese stopped at the lake to rest before continuing their annual journey to warmer latitudes. They knew it was a safe place; even the deer left them alone. The trees lost their leaves, and the landscaping company dutifully raked them up and shredded them before hauling them away.

I spent Thanksgiving with my oldest son and his family. He mentioned my presence when he said grace, and his mother's absence. I ate slowly in silence while his children were their normal noisy selves. When he walked me to my car that evening, he expressed his regrets that he wouldn't be able to come home for Christmas. Although I didn't say it, I felt relieved. I really wanted to be alone.

The first snow fell the next weekend. I had plenty of food, so I told the snow removal company not to plow my driveway. Instead I got out my snow blower and did it myself. That kept me from feeling useless. There was another big storm a couple weeks later. Even though I had nowhere to go, I cleared the driveway and sidewalks again.

That evening I took my dinner to the living room to eat while I watched a football game on tv. The drapes were open. Suddenly I noticed the driveway lights and porch lights come on. A car came up the driveway and stopped in front of the house. I checked the alarm control panel. My own code had been used.

As I opened the door, a young woman in a red suit got out of the car. Her back was to me, but I could see that she had shoulder-length auburn hair. She had an envelope in her hand. The light did not shine directly on her face until she was within five feet of me. She stopped. "I have a card for Mr. Higgins," she said.

"Eliza?" I said choking back tears. "Is it really you?"

"You asked for a Christmas card. I thought I should deliver it myself."

"I don't believe...." I was fighting to keep from crying. "I thought I'd never see you again. Come in quick before you freeze to death." Tears were running down my face when I closed the door. "Why are you here?"

"I was fired. I didn't know where else to go. There wasn't anywhere else I wanted to go."

"Fired?"

"Yes, fired."

"Why?"

"All the customers were complaining about me."

"What on earth for?"

"There names weren't Henry. Every time one of them made me cum, and most of them did, I called out your name."

I folded her in my arms and cried for joy. "How long can you stay?"

"How long do you want me to stay?"

"I figure I have another thirty or forty years ahead of me. Do you think you could stand me that long?"

Before she could answer, I saw a movement outside on the driveway. I took Eliza's hand and led her to the window. The doe that we had seen the previous summer was staring at us through the glass. Her head bobbed up and down.