It had been a rough patch for in the last eighteen months for me. First of all I had a near fatal heart attack where I had to be shocked by the defibrillator three times but luckily for me I survived. Following ten months of depression and anxiety from this event, my wife left me and not long after my best mate for so long succumbed to an aggressive illness.
The rest of the time I reflected on my mate's death and even more so the breakdown of my marriage. Why? We were so close right from when we met, went out, during our marriage. My heart attack shook her up badly and quite understandably. Maybe, I did not pay attention to her needs or perhaps she could not go through another heart event. Obviously, she was unhappy and felt she had to leave me and From then on I felt I failed as a husband and woman I loved - I had let her down.
Feeling very inadequate as a man made me feel depressed. Another affliction would affect me. Because of my heart medications and the above feelings, I found it increasingly hard to maintain an erection sometimes even to form one no matter how sexually aroused I was. The old saying rang true. "The spirit is willing, but the old flesh is weak."
Or even the passage quoted in a Winston Churchill film with good old Winnie saying it: "I cannot spend, I cannot fuck. I'm down and out. I'm buggered up." Apparently this was a stanza of Alexander Pushkin a Russian poet and Churchill was fond of quoting it. This fucking quote applies to me for sure (still does), I thought bitterly though I was then a man in my mid forties and had this to look forward for the rest of my life. Pushkin was in his late thirties when he died in 1837.
During this time, I had need to do so some research in the state library in Sydney NSW in Australia. Being a history nerd, I always found the need to research something at different times and this topic demanded my presence at the state library. That afternoon from the southern NSW country town that I lived in, I caught the afternoon train to Sydney and upon arrival, checked into a hotel on George Street and freshened up.
Around the corner on Goulburn Street, there was a beautiful Irish pub that served not only great food but excellent Irish beer. I went into the pub order a pint of Guinness then sat at a table. Looking around at the people who were noisily having fun in one or another, I realised how lonely I was. For a moment I felt sad and yes, I angrily wiped a tear from my eye.
It was then I saw a beautiful young woman in her early twenties sitting with some other girls. They were all beautiful but this gorgeous creature really caught my eye. She was tall, dark haired, her figure very voluptous and busty. The figure hugging dress was low cut and I noticed the cleavage between her alluring big breasts. Her face was very attractive and when she smiled or laughed with her friends some mischief was there.
I realised I was staring at her when she looked up and caught me doing so. Instead of giving me a disgusted look which I expected, she actually smiled at me and then continued listening to what her friends were saying. They cottoned on to whom she was smiling at, looked at me and laughed. You bloody fool, I cursed myself. As if she would be interested in a middle aged impotent cripple like you.
A warm feeling flowed through me when I saw that she was looking at me. When She realised that I saw her, she blushed and smiled that mischievous smile. I smiled back at her and her eyes lit up. All of a sudden, she stood up and started to walk towards me, her boobs wobbling and her gorgeous eyes making contact. I stood up in respect and checked out this beatiful creature.
"Hi, I'm Daniel," I said as I nodded politely and extended my hand.
"Lovely to meet you, Daniel, I am Vanessa," my beautiful lady replied, with that cheeky smile as she shook my hand. "Hey, I like a gentleman. Don't be alone, Dan. You're welcome to join us if you wish."
"I would love to, Vanessa," I savoured her beautiful presence as I stood before her.
"Great," her sexy voice matched her mischievous smile and picking up my beer and walked with her to her friends table. To my surprise, Vanessa's friends were quite welcoming and we chatted for a while. I was just feeling honoured that these beautiful young ladies were glad to have anything to do with me, even though I wished I was ten years or fifteen years younger and healthy -not with a dicky ticker and dead dicky.
Gradually, her friends boyfriends had come back to the table and Vanessa and I returned to chatting.
I learned that she was finishing her last year at university and was a fornight away from exams. This night was a welcome break from lots of studying. I thought she would run a mile when I told her my circumstances but Vanessa was interested and listened to my tale of woe. As it was she had separated from her boyfriend and was struggling with the sadness and her need to study. Vanessa reassured me during my story and was starting to touch my arm.
As we spoke, I felt we were getting closer as we both were looking into each other's eyes and started to caress each other. I was feeling aroused as I could see that Vanessa arousal as I could see that her nipples were on "high beam" behind her dress and bra. Only that useless cock of mine was not rising to the occasion. Fucking hell, I thought.
Gradually, we were embracing and as we looked in each other's eyes. It was now or never as I moved closed and to kiss her. Vanessa reciprocated our lips met. Kissing, tongues touching, feeling her breasts push into me, oh that first connection ever so beautiful. We stopped briefly and then continued like we could not stop. Vanessa moved her lovely face toward and started nibbling my right ear as I kissed her neck and shoulder.
"Though the night is young, we've lots to do, my cheeky boy," she purred. "and we can't do it here."
"True," I agreed. "Where next, my darling?"
"I have a flat that I share with two other girls," she explained. "and, no, my cheeky boy - they are home with their families over the weekend. Just us"
