Chapter 1: John
John Curtis had just turned 72 when his wife Marcie passed away. It had been a close and sensual relationship throughout their fifty years of marriage. For that reason, when his son suggested that he might be better off in a senior home, he felt like his life had come to an end, an end he didn't want to accept just yet. For right up until his wife's death, sex was a vital part of his life. The stress was on the vital. While the actual count of orgasms declined, the quality and length of them increased. John and Marcie slept in the buff. There was an understanding between them that when arousal occurred, each would respond. They learned early in life that, when one of them began sexual play, even if the other felt disinterested, frequently the urge would be upon both in no time. Marcie, too, never wore panties so that free play was invited.
Often, John would wake hard, slip the tip of his dick into her warm cunt and gently, not deeply, massage her dormant clitoris. If she were with her back to him, he would insert it from the rear, his other hands massaging her breasts. Often she would not even wake. John would continue his probing until he shot his load. She, too, would have her moments. While John slept, Marcie would massage his penis and testicles until arousal. When it was hard, she would draw back the covers and admire John's shaft as it throbbed. Then she would run her tongue up and down, tasting the glans and the testicles. She could take one whole testicle into her mouth and suck it tenderly as John slept. More often, she would suck his cock gently until he came into her mouth. She loved the warmth and taste of the cum as it spurted to the back of her throat. At other times, she would kneel over his hard dick and, sitting, insert it deep into her cunt. She could feel the deep penetration and the excitement of being in control as John slept. She enjoyed the sight of his wet cock sliding in and out of her vagina. It glistened in the bedroom light. She particularly took pleasure in seeing the intermingling of their pubic hair as his hard and wet cock drove deeply into her now agonizingly sensitive cunt. Sometimes John would wake but pretend sleep, enjoying her excitement as he came to explosive orgasms.
This playfulness continued throughout the day. Often, the kitchen sink was the scene of intense lovemaking. John, while watching television, often massaged his penis into hardness. Marcie, on the other hand, might be in the kitchen washing the breakfast or dinner dishes. Aroused, John would walk up behind her at the sink, raise her dress, and playfully rub her anus and her clitoris with his hard cock. Marcie loved the surprise and spontaneity of this lovemaking. She would rest her elbows on the sink, extend her legs wide, and offer the fullness of her cunt and asshole. John would slowly move his hard, wet cock into her warm and moist vagina. His hands would massage her breasts while Marcie would reach between her legs with one hand and feel the hardened shaft as it moved in and out. Their wetness was something Marcie enjoyed. She could feel and taste the wetness with her hand, continually going back for more.
These remembrances of their relationship made it difficult for John to settle into his new environment with ease. The administration, however, was sensitive to senior needs and helped in the transition. They staged activities that invited fraternization and mingling. Teas, cocktail parties, and overnight trips were scheduled often. Because of this, John began to make friends and observe that friendship and intimacy existed at Carter Court and that, ultimately, it was up to him to take advantage of its offerings.
Chapter 2: Grace
It took a couple of months for John to settle in to his new environment. Then he began to notice things that had otherwise slipped his attention. Late in the evening, he often sat with his lights out, looking out at the courtyard and the windows of his L-shaped building. Since he was on the 6th floor of a six-story building, he could peer into other apartments. He took particular notice of an apartment on the 5th floor. As darkness fell, he noticed its occupant disrobing in the dimness of her bedroom lights. On the first night, she disrobed completely and paced the floor near the window. Since the light was behind her, only a silhouette of her body showed. But it showed nicely formed breasts, and, depending on how the light fell when she pivoted, one could make out the darkness of her pubic hairs. It seemed to John that she moved in such a way as to get his attention. As far as he could tell, judging from the distance she stood from her window, other apartment dwellers could not see her. The angles favored his viewing and his alone. On the second night, he noticed her again.
This time, however, the lamp beside her bed was lit. After her usual parade before the window, she turned to the bed and lay naked at an angle that allowed John to observe her breasts and vagina in the brightness of the lamp. It was a swivel lamp, the kind that allowed for reading in bed, but it was so positioned that her face, breasts, slightly formed stomach, and vagina showed clearly. Her legs were raised in a V position, her thighs widely spread. Her left hand massaged her breasts gently, giving special attention to her nipples. The massaging extended downward to the stomach and the inner thighs. Her right hand, with index finger extended, probed the outer and inner recesses of her vagina. It was a gentle stroke and John could sense that she was giving her full attention to her clitoris. At times, her buttocks rose to meet her finger and the penetration was deep. This went on for at least an hour. Then she raised and bent over to her bedside dresser and pulled from the drawer what looked like a dildo. John's eyes adjusted to the light and, after a few seconds, he could see that it was, in fact, a vibrator shaped like a dildo. The dildo took the place of her index finger and probed the outer region of the labia. It was also clear now that she was excited and wet, for the plastic of the dildo reflected the wetness of her vagina. Her movements became more vigorous and excited. The dildo penetrated her vagina deeply and her stomach, buttocks, and breasts heaved in this new excitement. Her mouth smiled the pleasure she was experiencing and words began to form on her lips as the excitement grew. And then, her entire body spasmed, her tongue tasting her lips, her lips shouting an Ode of Joy.
Even though John could not hear her moans of delight, he could feel the ecstasy. By now, he was equally aroused. His hard penis pressed uncomfortably against the leg of his trousers. He needed relief and dropped his pants and underwear. His hardness throbbed in the darkness. He took off his shirt and shoes as well so that he could feel the freedom of his body's lust. And in order to share his excitement with his distant mistress, he stood on a chair to the side of the window with only a table lamp illuminating the room. This position allowed her to see him and still block the view of the other tenants in the complex. In fact, Grace saw John's tensed silhouette in the window, his hand moving back and forth excitedly. She felt his sensuality in the expression of utter delight that came across his face as he came to an orgasm. She stayed with him throughout his excitement, then lay on her bed to finish her night with some reading and pleasant dreams. John, too, felt the ecstasy of relief. The night passed quickly. At six, John awoke feeling exhilarated by the soundness of his rest. He showered, read the paper, and, towards eight, went down to the common breakfast the home sponsored for the residents. He looked for his distant lover to see if he could get a glimpse of her in normal attire. She sat with a group of ladies in the far corner of the dining room, and upon seeing John, responded with a knowing and warm smile. John countered with a warm smile of his own and sat at a table with some of the men he had come to know.