Given the choice between a young, hot, ravenous stud and an older gentleman, simmering in passionate wisdom and experience, my preference will always be without a single doubt the old man.
I often wonder if men realize that while a woman is walking down a street being appreciated for her eye catching silhouette, offering them a break in the usual nothing to get excited about scenery, that she may be doing a little appreciating of her own.
My attraction to the older man transcends any appeal I may have considered a possibility in regards to actually any male at all. In short, plain and simple, if you're over seventy you are definitely on my radar.
Yes, I do, sit in a park, now and then, and daydream about an older gentleman that may be sitting across the path from me. I wonder what his mouth would feel like, kissing my neck, licking my nipples round and round. I make it a point to be pleasant and smile a greeting every chance I can. I have in fact made many connections, some purely friendship, some innocent flirtations, there are a few that have resulted in long term relationships, though not sexual in nature, they are fulfilling in many ways. There are of course the special ones that shall we say, became very, very, close friends. Although I adore them all, these men, the simple acquaintances are certainly not the nuggets of pure pleasure that compel me to share my dalliances with you.
Now, I'm sure you're settling into a comfortable place ready to learn the juicy details of who, what, where, when and how my new friend and I met in the park. We didn't meet in the park, that would have been just far too easy and I like to keep the level of surprise at the highest peak. So, go ahead, settle in, while I bring you into my world and tell you my tale.
Once a month, every third Monday, our town has a "Resident's Gathering". Unlike a Home Owners Association, we don't meet to discuss rules and regulations, we certainly do not tell anyone that their grass is too high or that their choice of paint color is unacceptable.
Our town is actually a very large area with very few homes. Most of the properties have been in the families for many years or have been kept to the original acreage by the new owners. I believe our coming together is more of a keeping in touch with each other sort of meeting. There have been in the past a few heated discussions between residents, nothing that wasn't overcome with calm voices and simple reasoning.
On one particular Monday evening, I arrived at the library, our official meeting place, and there were several neighbors already enjoying a cup of coffee and chatting about, truthfully, nothing of any consequence.
As I looked about the room, in the far corner, rather quietly, I noticed a face I hadn't seen before. I turned my head to acknowledge a friend walking towards me.
"Well, hello Layla, how are you?"
"Francis, nice to see you, I'm just wonderful as always, and you how are you this cold winter night, I'm surprised that Allan didn't cancel the meeting."
"He called me this afternoon and we considered it, but, after the first few phone calls everyone gave us the feeling that we should get together regardless of the cold so we agreed. There were a few things Allan wanted to go over about the snow plowing contract."
Let me bring you into the inner circle.
Allan is the Mayor of our little piece of heaven, he oversees all the daily mundane business that every small utopia faces, he has been our Mayor for over twenty years, and there is never an election just a simple motion, seconded and he remains in office, if only all governing could be so easy. Imagine our government fashioned after a small town, the leaders would have to put their own agenda's aside and actually accept what was ultimately best for the masses. I digress.
The Town Council consists of Francis, Samuel and Pauline, again, unopposed and long term officials. Our manner of governing has worked unimpeded so why change it.
Allan was about to call the meeting to order and we all grabbed a quick warm cup of coffee and patiently sat thru the minutes of our previous meeting, now we were moving on to the really important part of the night.
"Good evening all, I just have a few quick things here. Our contract for the Snow Plowing needs to be renewed, I have a copy for all of you, and Pauline will see to it that those who were not able to attend tonight will be given the information. Since we have a quorum, I'd like to take a vote tonight.
"I second" Francis, was always the second.
"The rates haven't changed and the service plan will remain as it is. All those in favor of renewal, please signify by raising your hands, I'd say that's everyone, so we'll maintain the contract as it is. Okay, I'd like to announce that our annual budget, passed at the last meeting is now available for those who would like a copy, see Pauline. If you're thinking that this sounds like small town foolishness, I would strongly disagree with you. Our little piece of paradise, nestled in the mountains of Pennsylvania, has survived its quaint, storybook quality because we have taken the time and effort to keep things as simple as possible.
"There is one more thing, as you all know; we lost Scott Maxwell this past summer and his family decided to put his property up for sale. Well as luck would have it the property was sold to Nathan Schook's brother, I'd like you to meet him, come on up here Fred.
So, this is the man with the unfamiliar face.
I now remembered the for sale sign, it had been taken down on Scott's property; he and his family were in the mountains here for several generations. When his children left Pennsylvania, he and his wife Alana stayed here, traveling all over the country where his children had settled until her death last year. Some will tell you old age took him, I believe he died of a broken heart. There was never a time when they weren't side by side. Losing the love of his life and his constant companion for over sixty years took a toll on Scott; he just wanted to be with her again, now he is.
"This is Fred Schook, the newest member of our little town, maybe if you have a minute you might say hello the next time you're out his way. It's my pleasure to welcome you and we look forward to seeing you out and about. If there's anything you need let us know."
What a nice smile, I thought.
"Well unless there's something else, I'll close this meeting and see you all next month, same place same time folks."
Now that the "Business" was concluded the real meeting began. Everyone would grab a fresh cup of coffee or maybe a hot chocolate and gather around with a cookie, supplied by you know who, Pauline of course, and bring each other up to date on what was happening in our respective lives. This was where all the new births were announced, the engagements, the deaths of family members, just the normal conversations that happen in small towns just like this one.
"Layla, I'd like you to meet my brother Fred."
"Well welcome to our little piece of heaven Fred, so nice to meet you."
"Yes, it's nice to meet you too."
"Layla is our resident Financial Advisor; she'll help you out with tax questions and the like. The big house on Kavandale, the old Green and Stone place, that's her home. So how are you Layla?"
"Nathan I couldn't be better, enjoying the quiet life, loving the warm cozy fires and the winter nights. You never told me you had a brother, it must be nice to have him close by, where are you from Fred?"
"I was in the Coast Guard, retired a few years ago in Savannah and stayed put. Nathan told me about the place for sale and the summer's were getting so hot I decided to come back home, so I bought the place and well, here I am."
'Let me be the first one to welcome you with a hug."
