Go to work, go home, eat whatever you can find, do mundane task around the house. If there's time, watch a little TV then go to bed. Next day, repeat. That was his life. Divorced, alone, no kids, comfortable, though far from rich lifestyle, he was in his 50's now. In fact, this was his last day as a forty-something, and the next day, he would be 50. Sad part was, there was no one to celebrate it with. He would be alone on his birthday.
He wasn't sure what he was going to do. He mowed his lawn that evening, so he wouldn't have to over his "special" weekend. Though it was highly likely he would spend the day much as he always did, though binge watching Game of Thrones instead of any house work. Perhaps he would splurge and order something fancy from one of those food delivery services. He just didn't know.
As he lay down that night, he had no idea what the next day would bring. Setting an alarm, even though he had taken the day off, he drifted off to sleep, and a couple hours later, as he dreamed of all the what-if's in his life, he silently turned 50 years of age.
His alarm went off and he reached over, laying there and staring at his ceiling for a few moments, his hand idly drifting to his cock. To his surprise, he was slightly hard. That last dream must have been something hot, though he couldn't remember what it was. He rarely had that "morning wood" once so common in his life. Year's of poor choices in regards to food and exercise had seen to that. He was trying now, he had lost weight, and was starting to feel better about himself. He still had a ways to go, but it would happen. He just didn't know if he could wait.
With a sigh, he pulled himself out of bed, and went to the shower. No, he would not masturbate, not today, not yet anyway. Who knows, he may decide to really splurge and do something way out of character for him, he may just call an escort. He had browsed listings on the internet before, but had never followed through. He had once when he was younger. It had cost him 150 dollars for 10 minutes of mediocre sex with a semi-attractive woman who had zero personality and seemed more interested in just getting it over with than anything else. No, he probably wouldn't do that today.
Showered and shaved, he decided to actually put on jeans instead of his normal sweat pants for the day. Even choosing a nice shirt. Still, comfort was key, and he made sure of that. There comes a point in one's life where comfort always trumped style. He was at that point.
He decided to go out for breakfast that morning, and get his favorite, pancakes. He hated trying to make them, never could get them flipped at the right time without making a mess. So instead he would go to a local diner and have pancakes and maybe some bacon. He could worry about his diet later, and maybe he just wouldn't tell his Doctor about this one little splurge.
The bored looking waitress took his order, and soon brought him his coffee, and he sipped at it as he glanced at the headlines on his phone. Sighing, he switched over to a game app instead. He really didn't want to read about all the crap happening in the world, not today. He glanced around at the other diners in the restaurant. An elderly couple who came in most every morning. Some business types starting their power day with a power breakfast. Couple blue collar workers, and in the booth next to him, a striking woman. He did a double take nearly spilling his coffee as he noticed her.
She had long, raven hair that spilled down over her shoulder, and was casually glancing over the menu as she sipped her coffee. She had an air of confidence that he rarely felt anymore. She was dressed casually, a light summer frock, sandals on her feet. She was maybe in her mid-late 30's, possibly even early 40's, he really couldn't tell. She had smooth alabaster skin, but it was her eyes. They were dark, mysterious, filled with wisdom and knowledge. In his mind he imagined her as someone very powerful. Someone rich. Though what someone like that would be in this two-bit diner he had no idea. Then, he noticed she was looking at him as he gaped at her like a moron.
Coughing, he looked down shyly, but was that a grin he noticed before glancing away. When he dared to look again, she was gone, her coffee, menu, everything. Then he felt a tap on his shoulder and looking up, there she was.
"Mind if I join you?" Her voice had that rich, full flavor of experience, just the right amount of sultry, without being slutty. He gulped, and just nodded dumbly, and she quietly slid into the seat opposite him.
The waitress came and she just said, "I'll have what he's having."
"Pancakes and bacon?" The waitress asked.
"Sure, why not, sounds like a day to splurge, don't you think?" That last directed at him, and all he could bring himself to do was nod again. His mouth had suddenly gone very dry, and he reached to the water he had asked for with his coffee and took a long drink.
When the waitress had left, the mysterious woman reached across her hand, long, tapered fingers, manicured, but not at all delicate he realized. This was a woman who worked with her hands. He took the hand offered, and completely unsure of himself, shook as she spoke:
"My name is Maria, how about you, handsome?"
Handsome? No one had called him handsome in years. I mean, he hadn't let himself go, and was always freshly showered and shaved, he wasn't the ripped stud walking out of a gym five days a week, but ..."John," he responded, as her eyes captured his and held him there, and he suddenly felt as if his entire world was right there in that booth. The rest of the world sort of disappeared to his mind anyway.
"A pleasure to meet you, honestly, I was thinking today was going to be boring, but something tells me, it just might be better than I expected," She smiled in a mischievous way and gave his hand a squeeze.
"It's my birthday," Why had he blurted that out? Why would she care? He blushed, and started to say something but she interrupted him.
"Your birthday? Really? Well, then we simply have to make it an amazing day. I know we just met, but I insist on paying for breakfast, and after that, we will plan a day to remember, how old are you?"
"Fifty," he shyly responded.
"A truly special birthday indeed! Yes, today, you will place yourself into my hands and I will make sure that this milestone is special indeed!"
After that announcement, the waitress arrived with their orders and they both dove in to their respective pancakes with gusto. He wondering just what she had in mind, and she smiling at him in that mischievous way he had already come to adore.
After their breakfast, she led him off to her car. A sleek little sedan. He had walked to the diner, so didn't have to worry about his own. As they drove off he wondered briefly about the wisdom of driving off with a complete stranger, but then, she was taking the same chance he was. She looked over at him when they were stopped at a red light, and shook her head.
"First, salon visit, then a new outfit I think!" She pulled into a little salon and took him in. She discussed what she wanted with the stylist, and soon he was surrounded. His hair was washed, trimmed, styled, he was shaved a second time that day, and two other girls gave him a manicure and a pedicure, something he'd never had before. Thankfully, she didn't have them color his hair, as the stylist seemed affronted at the idea stating that the salt and pepper look he had was distinguished, but it was definitely styled in a much more modern way. Still, he wasn't unhappy with it.
After that, she took him to a men's boutique and he was measured, stripped and changed into a sleek pair of slacks, and a very nice polo shirt, perfectly matched, something he was never good at. A light windbreaker jacket completed the ensemble, and he wondered just how much this was all costing, though she just shushed him and smiled, "I told you, it's my treat. Every man deserves to be pampered on his birthday!"
After that, it was lunchtime and she took him to a posh little bistro downtown where they ate fancy little sandwiches and a salad. They talked more and he learned that she was happily retired from the job she had worked for 20 years. She was 38, and was quite comfortable with her life. Never married and had no kids. She seemed genuinely interested when he spoke of his one failed attempt at marriage and reached over to hold his hand and whispered softly, "Not all women are like that." He blushed and nodded, not having had that experience.
Soon after lunch, they were back at it. They went horseback riding, which made him very nervous, but she got him through. They took a late afternoon stroll beside a beautiful lake, where she took his hand, and didn't let it go the entire time. It was nice walking with a beautiful woman, holding her hand, and chatting away about everyday things as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
They had dinner in a fancy restaurant, five stars. Four courses, and he was stuffed by the end of it. After paying the bill and walking to her car, she stopped him before letting him climb in and leaned close, kissing him softly on the lips, one hand curled around the back of his neck to play idly with the hairs there as her tongue gently explored his lips, her other hand boldly came right up between his legs and massaged his cock through the slacks.
Breaking the kiss she looked into his eyes and said, very seriously, "I hope you know you are coming home with me and spending the night, maybe a couple nights. We shall see."
All he could do once again is nod dumbly, his words stolen by that sensual kiss. As they drove to her apartment, he idly wondered if this was some surprise set up, but then remembered, he really didn't have any friends that could have afforded any of this. So, he could not begin to understand just how he had come to be so lucky.
