Neither my body nor my dick asked to get old. Everything still looks good for my 57 years. However, the pill pushers said "Take this for blood pressure and this for cholesterol, this for allergy." With all those pills, good old reliable wasn't reliably raging every morning. In response to that complaint, and true to their calling, the docs said, "Take this for depression. Don't worry about staying hard or getting turned on, you are old now and don't need sex anyway."
Whether I used it or not, I wanted "Woody" back. I tapered off all the pills, started to eat better and began getting some exercise. It was time for a change anyway. Three trips a week to my local strip bar was getting boring. The little lovelies were as numerous and beautiful as ever. They like my money and they show off for me more than they should. They see me as the fun, good tipping old guy of the bar. I could turn them inside out, take them places, be good to them and afford them but instead they tell me about their abusive boyfriends and out of control lives. Worst of all, the new ones call me "Sir."
Early morning jogging in Oregon is lonely but different each day. Rain, mist, fog, hatching beetles, clouds of pollen and more rain, make each day a questionable treat. One path is my favorite. It is always vacant and I feel like it is all mine. The track wanders through nicely planned stands of trees, little meadows, streams, benches and circuit training stations. One drizzly day, I was half finished my run, when I came up on an incorrectly dressed woman sitting on a bench in my park.
She had light brown skin, dark eyes and a sad face. She seemed to be about 35 and have a good shape. What made me stop was that her heavy coat and hair were wet. She had been outside a while.
"Can I sit on this end of your bench and catch my breath?"
She didn't look up or answer. "I jog here Monday, Wednesday and Friday but haven't seen you here before. Are you, OK? You look wet and cold. Can I help?"
Unsmiling she looked at me, "I'm all right. I just need to be alone."
I know when I'm being dismissed, "Sorry, I did not mean to intrude. Being alone is a bummer for me. You are too pretty to be so lonely and sad. Hope to see you smiling some day."
The wet thing was getting into her little compact car, while I was toweling off. I waved to her but got no response. A warm house, a hot shower and dry clothes sounded good.
Two days later the weather was more forgiving when I jogged toward her. She was in exactly the same place as before. "Can I sit on this end of your bench and catch my breath?"
"You said exactly the same words on Monday."
"That's my best line. It never works. But it does let me sit and talk with women in the park."
Like most women, she is much prettier when she smiles. Her name was Andrea; she was originally from Venezuela. We talked about her, for fifteen minutes before I asked, "I'll have to get going in a few minutes, but first, will you let me buy you a coffee at the swanky place next to the parking lot?" She had been missing playfulness and silliness for a long time.
She walked with me to my expensive treat, a six-foot by six-foot shack called "The Ritz Coffee." We sat at the only picnic table while "The Ritz" did a steady business from the drive through window.
Andrea was in a slump. Intel had laid her off, her husband had left her, her kids were grown and didn't have time for her and all her friends were distant now that she was single.
As the coffee disappeared, her spirits lifted. "Andrea, if you are here Friday, I would enjoy having coffee with you again and learning what all you like to do for fun."
"Maybe you can tell me a little about yourself. I see you wear a wedding ring."
"My wife has been disabled for many years. You're fun to talk to and I hope to see you Friday."
No Andrea on the rainy Friday or the cloudy Monday. When I parked my Jag on the sunny Wednesday, she was standing in a sweat suit by her car. I spoke first, "Hello Sexy, I thought, I had frightened you away, but now I understand, we just have a fair weather jogging relationship."
She was surprised by the 'Sexy' but let it pass. "I had interviews. Mind if I jog with you this morning?"
"Your company would be greatly appreciated, as long as, you don't run too fast and make me look bad. Did you get a new job?"
"No one wants an old woman."
"First you are not old. Second, the way you look in a jogging suit, I want you."
Andrea responded, "Thank you kind, Sir." The "Sir" didn't sound so bad from her. Off we went at a slow jog. We stopped often, leaning against trees and learning about each other. Time flew.
About eleven I asked, "How about an early lunch? Right down the street is a great place for soup and a sandwich. I'll drive or we both can." To my surprise she agreed. I drove.
Over lunch, I discovered she liked movies, the beach, flowers and long walks. She had always wanted to go to exotic places but never had. Currently she had no hobbies, but wanted to take some painting classes. We took up the table all through the business lunch crowd, so when we left, I tipped the waitress well and thanked her for putting up with us. The waitress was quite over weight and even older than me. She looked at her tip, flirted with her eyes and said, "You're welcomed to take up my table any time."
Andrea poked me in the ribs and asked, "Do all the girls flirt with you."
"Usually just the ones I don't want. I'm still hoping you will."
I had to park quite a few cars away from Andrea's when we went back to the park. I walked her to her car, "Thanks for having lunch with me. You are good company." I leaned down and kissed her cheek.
"Can you do better than that?"
I slipped both hands into her hair and tilted her head to me and kissed her properly. When her eyes stayed closed I kissed her again and pushed the tip of my tongue against her lips. She let me in and we shared a soft exploratory kiss.
Andrea leaned against her car with her legs slightly open. "That definitely was better."
"I need one more for practice and then I have to get going for today." I stepped into her, my right thigh tight into her crotch. My kiss let her know that I wasn't lying about wanting her.