The man was handsome, you could tell that in his younger days he had been very good looking. He sat on the bench looking out over the lake and occasionally fed the ducks. She was a volunteer. They could call it 'A Retirement Village' as they did, but no matter what it was called, it was an old folks home, a warehouse for storing those who were too old to be useful, and too stubborn to die and get out of the way. About to turn 30, it made her feel good to come here and help with those who were lonely. She had not noticed the man before, but there was something about him that drew her to him.
"Hello," she said, "want some company?"
"I would love your company," he replied in a deep voice. His eyes were a brown the color of coffee. Warm, sensual, romantic. She liked his face, strong, well shaven, some of the older men here didn't shave often. She sat beside him, and he asked her to sit across, so he could see her better. She complied. Somehow she was glad she had dressed well today. Sometimes she came in just slacks, sweaters and flats, but today she had worn a grey wool skirt and a white silk top and heels. "Is this better?" she asked. Settling onto a lawn chair across from him. "Much better, I can see you easily, and you are a sight for old eyes."
"Flatterer," she laughed back, "I'll give you just 3 days to stop."
"No," he said, "flattery implies you are not attractive, and I would be just saying that. You are a beautiful woman."
She blushed and touched her hair. "Oh, nice enough looking, maybe, but certainly not beautiful."
"To me you are beautiful," he said, and his eyes locked on hers. His voice had an almost hypnotic quality. It resonated in her mind. She liked it. She liked this strange old man.
"You are quite good looking, yourself," she told him.
"Thank you." He replied quietly, never taking his gaze from her eyes.
God, she felt herself being turned on, attracted to this man sexually. She had never felt that way about anyone she had met here before, no really sexually attracted to anyone since the breakup with Ted. And that was almost a year ago. She felt his eyes caress her breasts, and he didn't do it slyly, he was bold about it. My God, she thought, I can almost feel his touch.
"Would you like me to tell you all the things I find attractive about you?" he asked.
"Surely we can find something more interesting to talk about," she said, trying to brush his attention aside.
"To me there is nothing else in the world more attractive or interesting to talk about but you, Susan."
"How did you know my name?" she gasped.
"I was attracted to you when I saw you here before, and made it my business to find out your name. Are you angry?"
"No, no, of course not. That's very flattering that you would find me so attractive you took the trouble to find out about me."
"I find you extremely attractive. Your face is beautiful, your lips were made for kisses, your breasts were made to be shaped by a man's hands, your hips are so shapely, they invite caresses. I have not seen them, but I would bet your legs are beautiful also."
His words penetrated her in some way that she had never felt before. She felt her sex begin to become wet, just from her thoughts and his words.
