Lunch

Readers,

Many have commented that my ending are too fast.

I tend to not follow the standard endings where every question is answered and the characters ride off into the sunset. I find that unrealistic and instead I write a story that is just a peek at a small section of my character's lives and either leave it up to the reader to continue the story in their own minds or set it up for a part 2 to be written at a future time.

Hope you enjoy this story and as always, the comments and ratings will determine if a part 2 is written or not.

Joeehartley

Lunch

Joe E Hartley

June 2022

Bill opened the door, stepped inside and approached the counter as he had every day for the last several months. He paid his seven dollars and received his ticket; he knew of no other place where seven dollars would get him what he needed. He found an unoccupied table, left his ticket on the table and went to grab a plate.

Bill had been coming to this buffet ever since he discovered it. Nowhere else could a senior get an all you can eat lunch for only seven dollars. The food had little flavor, but it was soft for those who no longer sported a full mouth of teeth. There were mostly singles here, but occasionally there would be a couple, but if there were two people at a table, they were usually same sex friends who just didn't like to eat alone.

Bill no longer had anyone to share a meal with. All of his acquaintances were either in nursing homes, or had moved away to live with family. He considered himself lucky that even at his age he was still active--he wasn't ready to run a marathon, but he could walk the several blocks to this buffet.

He filled his plate and regained his seat near the window. He enjoyed looking outside as he ate. The venue was still sparsely occupied, but that would change shortly when the shuttle from the retirement center arrived bringing the residents who enjoying actually going out to eat.

The shuttle arrived moments later and a couple of dozen seniors poured into the building. There was mostly women in the crowd. As Bill aged, he noticed that there were more and more older women than older men out and about. He wasn't sure if the men just didn't like leaving their homes, or if women lived longer than men. For whatever reason there were about three or four senior women to every senior man at every public place he visited.

He enjoyed checking out the patrons too. In his younger days, he called it people watching and he would make up stories about what sort of life the people he saw lived, based on what he saw. Now he searched for the women he found attractive. He tried to be discreet, but inside his own head, he knew he was a dirty old man. His fantasy life was part of the reason he ate lunch here every day.

He had been checking out the women who just arrived as they loaded their plates at the buffet and found seats, when one of the ladies he'd noted before now stood in front of him.

"Do you mind sharing your table?" she asked.

Bill found himself speechless. People here did not share tables with people they didn't know, besides this woman was the star of one of his private fantasies.

"Ah.. sure. Help yourself," he responded after a too long pause.

"Thanks. My granddaughter insisted that I meet new people and to tell you the truth, I've noticed you here before," she explained as she set down her plate and sat down. "I'm Susan, by the way and I live in the retirement center down the road, but I'm sure you knew that. I try to catch the shuttle here every day, just to get out of that building and see something new. The food here is pretty good and very affordable."

"Hi, I'm Bill and I live a few blocks from here. I walk here for the exercise and like you, to get a change of scenery. I agree that that food isn't too bad and not too expensive. I've noticed you too, getting off the shuttle. How do you like the retirement home? Do they allow you to leave and maybe go for a walk, or are you more or less a prisoner there?" He responded.

"We're not prisoners, but there isn't a lot around that is close enough to walk to and the area around the center is not any place I'd like to just take a leisurely stroll," she admitted.

"Are you opposed to taking the bus to go places?" He asked.

"I don't know the area and don't know anyplace to go. They take us out sight-seeing a couple of times a week, but that's not the same as being on your own. The center has bus schedules and directions to various places of interest, but I guess you could say I'm a bit afraid to go by myself. That's why my granddaughter insisted I get out of my rut, her words.

"If you're interested in going for walks and maybe exploring a bit, I could meet you here and show you around a bit and make sure you got back home using the bus," Bill offered. He had no idea what made him offer to go on a date with her, other than the fact that his mind had its own ideas of what time with an attractive woman could be like.

"I think the center offers bus passes that makes riding the bus almost free," she replied.

"I'm sure they do. I get a pass every month for about ten dollars and you can ride the bus anywhere you want to go. That is the senior rate, I like that they encourage seniors to be more mobile." Bill added. "Why don't you get a pass and tomorrow I'll take you for a walk around the neighborhood and look at everyone's garden. How far can you walk? I'm thinking of about a mile long walk," Bill suggested.

"The center has a gym and I use the treadmill most days. I can do three to four miles, so a one-mile walk should be no problem. I am looking forward to seeing the neighborhood gardens. I had a flower garden back at my old house and I do miss it," Susan shared.

Bill and Susan shared a pleasant lunch. She got back on her shuttle and he headed back home. They each looked forward to getting together tomorrow.

Susan asked about a bus pass and after paying her ten dollars was the proud recipient of a magic ticket that spelled freedom to her. She also picked up a bus schedule and a few of the fliers for places of interest nearby. She spent her afternoon getting familiar with the bus routes and the locations of places she might want to visit.

Bill went home and allowed his mind free rein to explore what he and Susan could do together. He cautioned himself not to push too hard, but every time he thought of her it was without her clothes.

He looked forward to introducing her to what the bus could offer. He still had a driver's license, but gave up owning a car years ago. The upkeep and insurance were just far too expensive and he rarely had anywhere far to go. The bus took him anywhere he wanted to go at a fraction of the cost of a car.

He walked to the buffet the next morning hoping to see Susan again. The shuttle from the retirement center hadn't arrived yet so Bill filled his plate and took his normal seat near the window. He no sooner sat down than he saw the shuttle arrive and dozens of seniors exit and walk across the parking lot. He saw Susan walk towards the open door as thoughts of her topless filled his mind.

Susan approached the table he secured and placed her ticket on it. "I got a bus pass and already told the driver I would not be going back with them. I'll tell you all about it after I get my lunch," she offered as a greeting.

Bill watched as she walked away and got aroused watching the sway of her walk.

Susan felt she was being watched and turned slightly to see Bill leering at her. She had noticed before she approached him yesterday that he had been watching her over the past several weeks. Like most women she knew when men ogled her, in her younger days most of those men were crude and their gaze was unwelcomed. Now that she was older, not only did she know how to keep these men in check but she felt a bit flattered that her body was still worth staring at.

She was not interested is a quick sexual fling as his demeaner indicated was his goal. She was not opposed to a romantic relationship, but she was really only interested in a friend to share interest. She had enough experience to know how to keep him interested without actually teasing him. She filled her plate and headed back to the table.

"I did as you suggested yesterday and got a bus pass. It was easier than I thought it would be. I also picked up a bus schedule for this area and a couple of fliers of interesting places to spend an afternoon. You suggested a walk around here to see the neighborhood gardens. Are you still willing to guide me though your neighborhood?" Susan asked Bill.

"Sounds great. As soon as we eat, we can walk around a bit. There are several front yards where the owners go all out on their gardens. Do you like roses? I know of two yards that have at least a dozen roses in their front yards that they are tending almost every day. If you ask, the woman will gladly give you a rose," Bill shared.

They chatted more about the walk and about the information Susan had gotten about the bus routes and schedules. She was impressed about how many interesting sights were just about a ten or fifteen minute bus ride away.

They finished their lunch and headed out for a leisurely walk exploring the various landscapes. Bill started the compliments shortly after they left the building. "I really like the top you are wearing," he said.

"Thank you," she replied. She already had a feeling she knew where this was headed, but concluded that she hadn't had much attention from men in a while.

"You do seem to be in really good shape," he added eyeing her ass.

"I try to spend time on the treadmill every day. Is that one of the gardens you mentioned? It looks like someone spend a lot of time on that one and there is no lawn. Most homes have lawns, but I think those are just a waste of water. I much prefer the yards that plant interesting items. I think most of those plants also take little water," she shared trying to change the subject.

Over the next hour, Susan enjoyed seeing all the different ways people chose to landscape their yards. She also noticed how often Bill touched her feigning innocence. First it was him touching her arm and directing her attention to some new sight. It ended up with him stroking her back for a minute or two. She was not offended by his attentions; he was not overly aggressive like many men she experienced when she was younger. She actually did not feel threatened by him at all, instead she felt her body tingle a bit. She recognized the tingle, but had not felt one in many years.

He escorted her on the bus back to the retirement center; he made sure he sat close enough to have his thigh in constant contact with hers. She had to smile at his insistence for physical contact. Again, he did not offend her.

After she got back home, she found that she actually enjoyed her time with Bill and found that she was somewhat aroused. She had not encouraged him, but also didn't actually reject him either. Tomorrow she might lower her resistance and see how far he is willing to push her.

The next morning, she did not wait for the shuttle, instead she dressed a bit more like a much younger woman and walked out to the bus stop. She had less than five minutes to wait before boarding the bus that would take her to meet Bill. She hadn't told him she planned on taking the bus today. Actually, she hadn't known she was going to take the bus either, nor did she plan on dressing in a way to draw attention to her figure. She was not wearing anything that the teenagers wore, but what she wore was far more provocative than what women her age normally wore. She wanted to see how Bill would react.

She walked into the buffet earlier than normal. She saw Bill loading his plate. She placed her ticket on the table she knew he preferred and staying out of sight of him went to fill her plate. She headed back to his table to see him looking outside apparently waiting for the shuttle to arrive. She stood in front of him, "Is this seat taken?" she asked making sure he noticed the single layered top she wore.

A surprised Bill looked up and for an instant did not recognize the woman standing in front of him. He finally identified Susan, but was unable to speak. His attention focused on the the outline of her breasts. A bright red flush colored his face as he found his voice, "I was not expecting you yet. Did you take the bus?"

Susan sat down smiling; she'd gotten the reaction she wanted. "I did and I thought that maybe today we might head over to the old town museum and play tourist and maybe see how they used to make candles," she offered placing the flier on the table.

They took the bus to the tourist park and chatted about what they might find there. Bill had been there before, but it had been many years ago. He rarely went to places like this anymore. Susan had never been, she had moved to this city because of the retirement center and was unfamiliar with any of the entertainment options.

Bill made sure, like the day before to sit very close to Susan and Susan, as she had promised hirself, did nothing to dissuade him. She again felt that long lost tingle, only this time it spread to other parts of her body.

They walked around the historical site laughing and chatting about the things they saw. Bill became more and more forward as the afternoon progressed. His hand was in almost constant contact with her body. Susan even touched his arm on occasion. She suspected where all of this touching was headed and that thought made her nipple tighten.

Bill leaned over several times to whisper something in her ear positioning his hands very close to her breasts. She always laughed at whatever he said. He was encouraged by her response just as she intended him to be.

After a few hours Bill turned to Susan and said, "I like you and I think you like me too. Would you like to go back to my house and maybe have a glass of wine?"

"I'm having fun with you too and as I get older, I'm learning to not waste moments because they might not repeat. I have a feeling that you have more in mind than just a glass of wine," she answered with a smirk.

They moved towards the bus stop and the bus that would lead to Bill's house. Bill stopped being subtle in the placement of his hands, but did not grope her. His hand was on her hip as they approached the bus stop. The bus arrived at about the same time they did and soon they were again seated together.

Susan wasn't certain if Bill was going to start to make out with her, nor how she would handle it if he did. Luckily their exit was only a few minutes away and as they walked towards the house that would allow their intimacy to expand, Bill's hand lowered from her hip to her ass. She felt like a teenager again allowing her body to be groped.

As soon as they entered the modest home, Bill turned and wrapped his arms around her. He knew he was a bit excited, but this was the first time he had a woman in his house in a very long time. He kissed her in what he considered passionately. Luckily, she was almost as eager as he was.

His hands found her breasts while she tugged at his shirt. They found their way into his bedroom leaving a trail of clothes behind them. They were like teenagers rushing through the act as if this was their very first time.

They lay back on the bed exhausted and surprised at what they had done.

"You did promise me a glass of wine. Why don't we calm down with a glass and try that again, maybe not so rushed this time?" Susan offered.

Bill first apologized for acting like a horny teenager, but Susan stopped by saying, "You were not alone in letting those long dormmate hormones loose."

Bill led Susan into the kitchen, still nude, and poured them both a glass of wine.

Susan took a sip of her wine then offered an insight. "I'll bet you never expected a woman to accept your staring and touching. To tell you the truth, I almost told you to shove it, but I realized that it had been many years since anyone thought my body was worth a second glance, much less wanted to touch me. I came to understand that, at this point in my life, I'd be a fool to pass up anything that might feel good."

She smiled at the naked man standing in front of her with the flaccid penis and considered her options.

"If you like, we can have fun together with no commitments. We can do all the things we were never able to do when we were younger, well maybe not all--we're not as athletic as we used to be," she said as she reached over to stroke his limp member.

She cradled his balls and gently scratched the underside of them. She watched as his cock started to take on more life. He wasn't erect yet, but he appeared to be enjoying her fondling him.

She set down her wine and leaned over placing her head and mouth close to his groin. His cock started to respond more and tried to stretch up to reach her mouth. She smiled up at him then stuck out her tongue as she lowered her face back down. She saw him thrust forward towards her open mouth and tongue. She licked his tip and found that with each contact of her tongue on his tip his erection grew.

When Bill's cock was nearing its full size, Susan shifted her focus and started to lick the underside from his balls up to his tip. She took his tip into her mouth and slid down his length as far as she could.

Bill felt his excitement building for the second time in one day and started to lunge forward. Slowly they established a rhythm and Susan reached under his balls again and gave him a gentle squeeze. Bill's cock grew and his motions increased in speed.

Susan relaxed her mouth and allowed Bill to set the pace. She still had one hand around the base of his cock. She knew she could not take all of him, but she could take enough of him to take him over the edge.

Bill came for the second time this afternoon flooding Susan's mouth with his fluid. He hadn't felt this satisfied in years and knew he needed to keep this woman in his life.

Susan got up, drained her wine and exited into his bedroom to retrieve her clothes. She returned to the kitchen buttoning up her blouse. "I think I wore you out for today and I really need to head back to the Center, but if you're up for it tomorrow we can continue our little afternoon hobby."

"I'd love to, and maybe tomorrow I can return the favor you just gave me," he responded.

"Great, I'll meet you at the buffet," she answered as she opened the front door to head down to the bus stop. It was still daylight, but she didn't want to chance staying too much later and being forced to go home in the dark.

On the bus, Susan relived her naked afternoon with Bill. Her face carried a smile when she happened to look out the window a mile from the center and noticed an adult store. On a whim she indicated to the driver she wanted to depart the bus.

She didn't know what she was looking for, since it had been a long time since she'd been in one of these stores. She examined the clothing section and found something that might be fun. She was surprised at the high cost and low quality of the items she found, but she was purchasing a fantasy. She needed one more accessory and found what she wanted and at higher quality. She could use this without fear of it breaking. She paid for the items she chose and went out to wait for the next bus. With her pass the bus ride was free.

Back in her room she tried on the items and found that they fit her well enough and looked forward to playing a role tomorrow with Bill. Susan packed her fantasy outfit into an overnight bag that she could easily carry tomorrow when she met Bill for lunch and more.

The next morning Susan arrived at the buffet just a moment after Bill. They paid for their lunch and after securing their normal table headed off to select their meals. As they sat back down at their table near the window Bill commented on the overnight bag Susan carried, "You're not planning to spend the night, are you?"