"Are you going to use up my entire day's supply of givadams?" She asked as I handed her my form for the third time. A patient smile tugged at the sides of her mouth. She was a lovely woman with a body that seemed to be caught somewhere between the enthusiasm of youth and the wisdom of maturity. Even at the late fifties age that I guessed her to be she had some very good points, like narrow hips and a prominent mons the bulge of which could still be seen under the fabric of her dress. I wondered if that was by accident.
"I'm sorry." I said, meekly. "It's just that sometimes these forms are very difficult to understand."
She looked back down at the form and studied my answers. "OK." She said. "How about if I change 'Place of Birth' from Holy Trinity Hospital to Wilburn, Texas? And if I make 'Reason for Visit' read 'Bi-annual Flight Physical' instead of 'My Health'? The rest might work out OK this time."
I nodded.
"No, wait a minute. Lessee... Two kids, right?"
"Yeah." I answered. "My wife found out what caused them and quit doing it with me."
She laughed in a very pretty voice. "You're divorced, right?"
"Yeah." I answered. "My wife went to find someone to do that with."
"Wait over there. Find a Time Magazine that covers some significant year in your life and read it. I'll be right out."
When she opened the door to the back office a light shining through a window momentarily outlined the silhouette of her figure beneath her clothes.
"OK." She said when she returned. Again the silhouette. "He'll be with you in about five minutes."
I watched her as she put things away and otherwise prepared to close the office. She had tarnished silver hair cut to the bottoms of her ears, which peeked through to show off their little pearl earrings. She had smile lines at the corners of her mouth and eyes that must have catalogued every smile she had ever smiled. Her lipstick, dayworn, was a darker red than younger women might wear, and her eyes occasionally looked at me through the top half of wire-rimmed "granny" glasses. "What?" She asked.
"I'm sorry?"
"You were staring at me. Is there something gross on my face?"
"No, not at all." I answered. "You have... I... You're very pretty." I said.
"You're just toying with me now." She teased.
"No, really. I didn't mean to stare. It's just that you... You really are very pretty."
An intercom buzzed and she answered it and nodded to me. "You can go in now." She said. "Good luck."
The examination was over quickly. "You're healthy as a horse," the doctor told me. "I'd fly with you anywhere. Go home." He signed my certificate and started shutting down his office.
She had her coat on and her purse ready when I came out. "Next time try and get here before five." She said, not angrily.
"My appointment was for four-thirty." I said. "I was right on time."
"So. Blame it on me. Just for that you have to buy me supper."
"I take it you're not married." I said, as we sat across from each other in the Butter Pecan Diner.
"My ex-husband never really learned what caused the kids." She said. "Then he went all fundamentalist on me. I became a nasty brazen jezebel temptress in no time at all."
"And you divorced him?"
"I shot him. No, just kidding. Actually he was killed in a car accident on his way to his twenty-year-old girlfriend's house. Her loss. My gain. Do you fly a plane for business reasons?"
"No. I just fly it. I'm retired. I use it to explore."
"What kind of plane do you have?"
The waitress came up to take our order. We ordered the mushroom bacon burgers and soda. "I have a Grumman." I said. "It was that or a new Harley, but I figured I'd get killed on a Harley."
"Traveler, Cheetah or Tiger?"
"You're familiar with them?" I said with surprised delight. "I have a Cheetah."
"My dad was a flight instructor. He used to take me to the airport and explain all of the airplanes to me. He was fond of Grummans too."
"Did you learn how to fly?"
"No. I hate it." She said. "Scares me silly."
"Me too, sometimes." I said. She had something in her personality that was effervescent. Maybe it was the way her face never took her words seriously. We made small talk and ate supper and chatted over dessert and coffee and agreed to meet there again the next night.
The next night we agreed to meet again.
On the third night she was dressed in what I would call a cocktail dress, although it wasn't black; it was beige, and the skirt was short and she had great legs and I felt really proud being seen there with her. I told her so. "That's the first time in a long time anyone has ever told me that." She said. "In fact, I don't think anyone has ever told me that." She blushed and sat down.
We ordered the mushroom bacon burgers which had sort of become "our" food. I noticed a nervous energy in her that I had not seen before. She picked at her food. "It's been three years since William was killed." She said. "And I've been very lonely. I haven't been with anyone that makes me feel the way I feel when I'm with you." Before I could respond to that she leaned close to me. "Let's skip dessert." She whispered. "Would you mind awfully much taking me someplace and... And fucking me silly?"
When we got in the car she pressed her knees against mine. She blushed a lot, and sat with her eyes pointed downward. "I hate to use this phrase," I said, "but my place or yours?"
"Do you have a nice place?"
I shrugged. "It works for me."
"Your place. My neighbors seem to have an overly protective concern for my welfare."
"And you're not afraid to be with me?"
"Oh heavens no. Doctor Kennedy knows I'm seeing you and he has all of your records."
"That's reassuring." I said.
There were a few awkward moments after we reached my apartment. We knew what we wanted to do, but weren't sure just how to get it started. I made coffee and poured a little brandy in each cup. We sat on the sofa and she scooted up next to me. We made a token effort to exchange pleasantries over coffee, then she set her cup down and turned to me. "The only way to do this is to do it." She said. She kissed me, and I felt half a lifetime of insatiate physical desire in that kiss. She caught my hand in hers and guided it to her breast, then kissed me, then breathed heavily for a moment, then pushed my hand down to her lap and pulled up her dress and moved my hand between her legs. I worked it up to her panties and felt them wet. "Maybe I could take these off for you." I said.
She lay back and let me pull her panties off and moaned softly at her own brazenness. I put my hand between her legs and felt wet slick flesh and she moaned again, and suddenly pushed my hand away and stood up. "That's not going to be enough." She said. She stripped off her dress and bra and stood there wearing only her shoes and a pearl necklace. She pulled me to my feet and practically ripped buttons off of my shirt and we were soon completely naked together.
She showed herself to me as she was. She had a great shape and had looked good draped under the clinging fabric of her clothes, and there were a few places where the more than half a century of her life had sculpted embarrassments. Her naked-lady suit had been mussed by it's constant usage and it needed ironing. Her breasts, diminutive enough in her youth, had apparently given up altogether and now hung like flat empty pouches with nipples. A cesarian scar with radiating stretch marks pointed accusingly downward to her mons, which was a prominent triangle of flesh sparsely covered with silver and blond hair. A dimpled crevice began at the bottom of it and trailed underneath and allowed her inner labia to protrude. "So. Pretty grim, huh?" She asked.
My eyes went to the sparkle in hers. "I'm no budding Adonis myself." I said. And I'm not. I have as many years in my skin, and while I've taken some pretty good care of myself, the fine muscle tone that I had thirty years ago has wilted, and I have scars, and I have bulges of my own, and my six-pack has long since been emptied.
"You're beautiful." She said.
"And you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." I said. And we moved to each other, and held each other, and felt each other's warmth and I could feel her heartbeat against mine and I smelled her hair and kissed her ear and her neck and she lay her head on my shoulder and we swayed to music only we could hear.
My hand went to her bottom and lifted and pressed her against me and she hissed softly as both her and my erotic selves awakened from their bored slumber and greeted each other with amused anticipation. "It's been so long." She sighed.
I lifted her in my arms and she weighed nothing. I carried her into the bedroom and lay her gently on the bed and she looked up at me with her eyes widely dilated to let the light of me in. I'm not sure when we fell into each other's love, but it might have been right then.
She pushed me over on my back and straddled me and closed her eyes as she lowered her body and guided my cock into herself and I felt her wet warmth spread through my cock to my heart. She looked down at me from the heights of her female gender and smiled and pressed her hand to her abdomen. "I can feel it all the way up to here." She whispered.
