After ten years of marriage to the wrong person, I found myself single at 40 restarting a life with renewed hope for happier days. I consider myself tall, handsome and charming and have had a wide range of girlfriends usually older than me till mid twenty's then went in the opposite direction, but we will save that for another day.
The universe was kind to me as a friend told me about this charming old house on the lakeshore that had the upper level available to rent. It had two small bedrooms overlooking the lake, tiny kitchen but I didn't need more. I went to see it and was charmed by the character, location and energy of this house and the couple who owned it has a connection right away.
I had two cars with one space in the driveway, I parked my summer car in the driveway and the other across the road on a side street. Being on the lakeshore it was a busy location in the summer with manicured lakeside parks across the street which was perfect to curb my newly found sense of being alone.
On the corner where I parked was a small house with a retired couple, Boris was University professor in his formidable years and his wife Susan who continued to work in her 60's at the university in administration and was still part time. Boris would sit in the front yard most days watching the parade of people going for a walk to the lake and handing out flowers that grew on the lawn to any females that established eye contact. He was in his late 70's which entitled him to kind reception of his gesture of flowers from all the young women passing by.
We would chat as neighbors do and Boris insisted I have a sweet vermouth and vodka shot with him often time, I found comfort in listening to the wisdom of the elders across the street and used to help him with small things to be fixed around the house, which of course involved a reason to have a few shots of his favorite spirits afterwards. He would recite limericks that were always referenced to sex, while following him in the amount of his vodka we consumed together on a Saturday night, my imagination began to put together the life Susan had serving him as she had a submissive side.
Susan enjoyed a glass of wine while the boys were doing shots, being eastern European Boris witnessed the war as a child in Poland and was damaged by the harshness of the experience which his drinking I concluded was a coping mechanism. He was friendly, sweet and clearly smart and a joy to talk to but still was an authority to be reckoned with as a husband.
Susan was soft-spoken, smart and handled Boris as the evening or afternoon of drinks made him demanding. I was amazed how she never seemed bothered and did what he asked. They were a no stress couple. I quickly figured out Susan must have been a prize in her younger years as she still had her tall slim physique, small firm breasts and her mouth intrigued me with perfect lips like I've only seen in tv commercials. The intervals of my evening drinks across the road after I finished dinner increased with enjoying the short summer weather season. The hot summers made Susan dress lightly with a thin loose summer dress and no bra allowing a clear view of most of her breast from any angle which I often gave her direct approving looks upon my arrival which she welcomed my compliment how nice she looked. In stark contrast to the way she looked every other day going to her church to help with out with their bookkeeping. I was now was convinced she had been a submissive wife and Boris had a very active sex life in his younger years.
We often went for walks to the lake together in the evenings, Boris would walk arm in arm for stability depending on how his hip and amount he drank. Susan would walk on my other side holding my arm or waist as she too enjoyed the human aspect of just being together. Being newly single again, time was passing and I haven't had sex in what seemed an eternity. As we walked and chatted about everything and nothing I put my arm over Susan's shoulder with my forearm naturally coming down over her chest slightly. As there was no other people on a walk around us I let my hand rest on the thin cotton covering he left breast, the stride of our steps created a slight movement across her nipple which I felt thru the getting hard, I imagined her breasts must of had a lifetime of manipulation as her nipples were the size of the fingertip of my pinky and stood at attention. I gently cupped her breast to see her reaction which there was none or moving away removing my arm. My heartrate was increasing not knowing the reaction I was going to get, I proceed to squeeze her tit acknowledging it was not by mistake and still she let me. My heart was now pounding in my chest as I began rolling her nipple between my thumb and index finger within inches of his view should he look over. Boris now tiring said let's head back to the house which broke off the position as we turned around. Upon entering the house after an afternoon of consumption, he seemed a little impaired in energy and said he was going to retire for the evening.
