The warm breath I felt on my bare chest was coming from a naked woman who was sound asleep, and twice my age. I just had my world rocked by someone with children older than me. My dick was springing back to life as I relived the events of the evening that just happened.
Let me share with you what brought me to this wonderful experience.
In a cost saving move, my company thought it would be better if we agents lived closer to where we would be assigned. People like myself; young and unattached, were given the opportunity to relocate. My new housing was in an apartment complex a half hour south of a major midwest city.
One of the first people to befriend me was an older gent who lived below my third floor apartment. Mr. Adams was a widower with one daughter who seldom visited him. We quickly became friends and the complex's odd couple. He was 80 years old, I was 34. We spent our evenings together watching baseball on TV or talking about the world's issues over a cocktail or two or more.
I returned from an assignment to hear my friend had a seizure and was convalescing in a local rehab/nursing home. I made daily visits at suppertime. I was told his age was preventing him from a full recovery and he likely would become a full time resident. He was my friend and I told him he could count on me visiting whenever I was in town.
One evening an attractive older woman walked past us and headed into a room. She returned to the dining area with a man in a wheel chair. She stopped at our table and said to me, "I couldn't help hearing your east coast accent."
"I was born and raised in Queens. That's a burrow in New York City."
"I know," was her response. "My late husband grew up in Brooklyn. I just love your accent. I'm Anna. I've been coming in helping out the staff since my husband's passing. He was a resident in another wing. I volunteer my time because they are shorthanded, plus it gives me something to do."
This was the beginning of a friendship. We ran into one another on numerous occasions. After the resident's were fed, we would talk for about an hour. We enjoyed each other's company. We had a lot in common despite the huge age difference.
Anna was twice widowed. Her children had little to do with her when she remarried. She was alone and had no interest in developing new relationships with men. One night she joked, "It seems when I get involved with a man, he'll eventually die. Maybe I should offer my dating services to terminal men in hospitals!" This black humor was one of many redeeming qualities she possessed. Having a figure of a woman half her age was another.
I sensed our relationship was heading beyond friendship. I went to see Mr. Adams after a rather lengthy out of state assignment knowing that Anna was scheduled to be there that night. When she saw me entering the dining hall, she stopped what she was doing, came over to me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard on the lips. "Oh, I missed you," she said.
"I've missed you as well. I must say your breasts are real and they feel awesome on my chest!"
"That's another thing I like about east coast guys, if you have any filters, you choose not to use them," she said with a hearty laugh. "Here's something to think about, how would you like to see them and the rest of me? You always joke about having clothing optional cocktails together or a supper at Nude-a-ville. I've been thinking a lot about us and I'm ready to get back in the game. It's been over 20 years, since, well you know."
I did know. One night, Anna told me about her late husband's stroke and his inability to perform the most basic of functions. For 20 years she learned to live without sex. I couldn't wrap my mind around this. In her early seventies, she could still turn heads. Her brown hair was tinged with gray, her face had a few age spots and lines, but her personality was infectious and her figure was dynamic.
I was caught completely off guard by her comments. I had developed feelings for her. The fact that she wanted me as her lover was simply amazing.
"Anna, I would love nothing more than to wine, dine and make love to you. Tell me where and when, and I promise you it will be a night that neither one of us will forget."
We decided to move slowly. Then a couple of weeks later Anna said, "I'm not planning on coming down Thursday evening. I'll be too tired from clothes shopping for our first date. Let's plan on a night out. How would next weekend work?"
"I'll pick you up at 7:00 on Saturday night," I suggested.
"Can we do Italian?"
"Both for supper and desert. I'll make reservations at Zia's for 8:00. Around 10:00 you can have me for the dessert part of the evening," I said with a chuckle.
