"That was your Mother." Dan told Kathleen as he reached for his pants.
She sat up on the bed, the covers snuggled up tightly around her neck. Dan noticed that now she was once again demonstrating the bashfulness that stuck out like the proverbial sore thumb before.
For some reason that made him conscious of his own nudity, he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed as he tugged his jeans up over his legs.
Kathleen sure as hell had not been bashful a few hours earlier, she had thrown herself at him with determination.
Women just do not do that, at least not in any experience Dan had ever known. His mind slipped back to a few months earlier as he had sat on his porch with her Mother Melanie, they had become fast friends.
In his own mind the thought of bedding Melanie had not even crossed his thoughts. In the first place, he was just a few months short of 64, she was barely 38, and had just since turned 39.
Of course May and December romances are normally just in fantasy land, unless one of those involved has large assets. Dan certainly did not have assets that would matter to any young woman. The plain and simple truth to that is that older men typically want younger women, and younger women want usually prefer younger men, not a fast balding gray haired old guy with wrinkles, a pot belly and a dick that requires extra attention to make it work.
Women, even the mature ones seem to prefer the young solid muscled stud with an erection that gets rock hard and stays that way.
Dan felt sure of that, around six months or so after prematurely losing his wife he had noticed a lady at a party that looked interesting. He had guessed her to be in her late thirties or early forties, just right.
She was cute, in shape, just what he thought he might be looking for.
He did his level best with his completely out of practice approach, getting sweet smiles from her. Hell, he was thinking to himself that he was making progress, she looked to be someone he might find interesting, fun. She tipped her head and laughed at his attempts at wisecracks, casting him what appeared to be interested sidelong glances.
In the process of developing signs of still having a bit of lead in the old pencil, Dan missed that she was just being polite.
Later he overheard her talking to another woman, laughing.
"That old coot was actually making a pass at me!" They both snickered at that. A few minutes later he saw her talking to a good looking young fellow, doing the tiny little brushing touches on his arms, flipping her hair and leaning in to speak to him bit.
Dan made his excuses and left the party not long after, feeling humiliated.
He looked at himself in the mirror when he was getting ready for bed. There was no hiding the round tummy, the sparse gray hairs on his chest, the large expanse of forehead, or his now nearly white hair. Even the regular regimen of exercise he did at home was becoming a losing battle. His arms that had once been firm and strong now showed a trace of softness no amount of effort could overcome.
He leaned in to look closely at his face, realizing he now had slight jowls, heavy eyelids and wrinkles.
No hiding that, Dan knew he looked every bit of his 64 years.
What the hell, Dan knew he did look better than most but time was being relentless.
That was the day he decided the relationship portion of his life was over, it was time to go live out his life, tend his Roses, take care of the yard. Do some fishing.
Solo sexuality was all that was left.
Then he met his new neighbor Melanie. She had a bubbly personality, she was fun to chat with. A big gal, he soon realized that wasn't fat, she was almost solid muscle. That he learned quickly when they were listening to a band at a nightclub and she wanted to dance.
Some men have two left feet, Dan really wasn't quite that good at dancing but he tried. The instant she slid into his arms and his hand touched her waist gently he knew. She showed little if any shyness, pressing right in close making him completely aware of her soft breasts.
Melanie was not the least bit fat, she was just a big solid woman. She drifted across the dance floor with him like they had been doing it for decades, she felt like a feather in his arms.
Dan decided he liked to dance with Melanie.
Her daughter was also a big gal, close to being a carbon copy of her Mother.
Kathleen made things worse for herself by trying to hide the fact that she was big underneath the most horrible clothing combination possible. She wore shapeless everything, that made her look fat, even to Dan who now suspected that she might not be.
It was tough to be sure because the only parts of her skin he ever saw other than her face were her ankles and wrists, even the heavy sweaters she nearly always wore were buttoned up clear to the top.
Visits with them became the high point of his life, he looked forward to seeing Melanie coming across the back yard to their fence line, he loved the evenings sitting and talking about everything under the Sun.
One mildly warm and quiet night, out of the clear blue sky Melanie asked him with some hesitation if he would like to make love with her.
Now just how many men on this planet can raise their hands and say that a woman has asked them for sex?
That was enough for Dan to feel the glimmerings of a reaction, it was just so nice, so unexpected, so...forward?
It really didn't take Dan much effort to agree to that.
And it was good! Like he now knew, Melanie was not fat at all and she was an eager lover. She poked and probed and inspected him, using some tricks she had obviously learned somewhere, likely in her first marriage, to get Dan to respond far beyond his own expectations.
After that first night it crossed his mind that her former husband was a fucking idiot. This woman was bright, fun to be around, she cooked like no one he had ever known and kept a perfect home. Melanie had mentioned that her ex had found some young "skinny little bimbo", her exact words.
"I am so happy I met you, you are a wonderful lover!" She told him, which went a long ways to perk up his own self esteem.
And she was perfectly happy with his dick in her mouth as deeply as she could get it.
For quite awhile there things became mayhem, it was sex almost every single night. Dan even used his backup, those little blue pills. He had gotten a prescription, one of those just in case things, although he had only tried it one time with his late wife. They certainly did work, but his wife had run out of steam long before he did so he never tried them again.
He did worry about the pills being old, and perhaps not working but they did. He was leaving the back door unlocked, Melanie would wait until Kathleen was asleep, then slip out her own back door and into his.
Like that did any good, Kathleen had to know perfectly well what was going on but they kept up the pretense.
Dan loved her body, the way it felt and tasted, the way she could damn near throw him off the bed when she got a bit too energetic with her hips.
He learned quickly to reach down and grab her big buttery behind and hang on. He also loved to suck on her nice big titties, feeling her nipples tighten up until they became itsy bitty little buttons. Then when she reached her peak, they would soften and flatten out, the skin on her breasts would flush bright red.
When he slid his index finger inside her and softly stroked the firm upper ridges, while sliding his tongue across the swollen flesh of her loins Melanie would go nearly nuts. Her big hips would begin to thrash, then she would slow down, letting out tiny little involuntary sounds.
