Vacation at a 'Senior Living Community'
I flew into a town outside of Daytona last month. The weather was great. The temperature was at 85 degrees and barely humid at that point. Jan Henderson, a resident for the last 12 years was my realtor and partial guide. She'd get me situated at a local rental condominium for a 'short-stay' while I was on assignment and a partial vacation as well.
This assignment wasn't very important. I was completing a series of articles of which the last could be written while on a long overdue vacation. It had been just over three years. I arrived at 1:30PM Wednesday. She arranged for me to be picked up by cab, but they weren't available for some reason when I arrived.
Nevertheless, Jan came and met me; she gave a tour, because from their research, I was seriously interested in a permanent retreat in the area and it offered, price wise, great housing and other amenities.
Jan picked me up at the area airport. I didn't expect her. She didn't expect to have to pick me up. I suppose I could have rented a car, but not knowing the area well, she was an easier consideration.
I am 39. Jan's eleven years older. Jan doesn't look a day older then forty. She definitely had it going on. She wasn't tanned, but she was most definitely in shape for fifty years old, and she dressed in style for her age. She never acted fifty either, but on the other hand, she wasn't trying to act 30 or 35.
An outwardly and personable woman, she made me feel extremely welcome. She was graceful, charming, sweet, and quite a conversationalist! Her voice alone settled me in and made me feel welcome to the area. She asked many questions.
My name is Conklin Binkleman. Everyone I know, practically, calls me "Conk". Most people I dated all the way back to my high school days began calling me that. It was cool and it was just easier to call me that, thus I let it stick. For the most part, I introduced myself as Conk.
"So Mr. Binkleman how was your flight down? Was it a smooth one I hope", she asked pleasantly.
I felt as if she was being sincere with her questions. I found out later, she was sincere and it was her nature to be friendly with all visitors.
I was told to heed a word of warning. "She can be slightly deceptive in her intentions, sometimes", one woman mentioned that lived next door to me. That woman also was quite 'friendly'. She also was about 50, but looked and dressed much younger. That made me even more curious. I didn't begin developing opinions of anyone, other then that they were pleasant and fit.
Everyone in the area seemed to be in good shape. All the women walked around in either bikinis or shorts and bikini tops. All the women, around fifty or more, dressed as if they were 30 to 35 years old, single, and searching.
One to two of the three were right. They were searching and they may be single. If they were not single, no one ever knew it. I liked this community. They were all attractive, vibrant, energetic, fit, and lively women. They were on the hunt and I was their victim! Or would I be actually?
They were looking for much more then I imagined. But I would more then hold my own with them. They got more then they expected too. They wanted stuff I only heard about in online news reports or in special articles here and there. They wanted any kind of fucking I was willing to offer. What the heck, this was vacation and it all piqued my interest.
Jan Henderson dropped me off at my condominium. She let me in and showed me around. She showed me to my bedroom and even jumped on my bed and showed its resiliency. Not once did she ever lie back on it as to say, "Jump my bones and fuck me, but she had a smile that said, try me on soon, we may get it on very well!"
I read that in her eyes and body movements.
I thanked her and she said I was welcome. She shook my hand, but offered an invitation to a beach party being thrown for the older crowd. Not often do we get too many male adults, she mentioned.
I thought, "Who do you get, children coming to your parties?"
She left and I walked out onto my balcony. I noticed two elder women sunbathing on theirs. They noticed me and sat up quickly. Of course, they were in bikinis and looked damn good for about fifty years old! Yep, they had great figures for their age. Did I rent the right place or am I falling into a trap?
"Hiiii called out one to my left. I waved and said hi back to her. How are you, she asked me. I'm Joannie, she continued. Are you moving in permanently or is this a short visit?" She said it amicably, I felt as if we were on a date.
"Hi, I am Conklin. Everyone calls me Conk. It's nice to meet you Joannie."
"That's an interesting name, Conk. Quite cute, as a matter of fact, if there is anything at all you need, Cornelia there on your right, or me, can help you out at anytime."
"Thank you very much, I appreciate that, I said as I looked over at Cornelia. She was a striking woman. She was very quiet, but she smiled the whole time. Cornelia waved to me in an adorable manner. She had very beautiful long brown hair, which I found to be perfectly suited for her, regardless of her being fifty.
"May I ask a question? You both may find this rude, but I see an unusual coincidence in this area. They said at the same time, feel free to ask us anything, as they smile and stood up. Of course, they allowed me full view of their bodies on purpose.
They definitely worked out. For fifty, they seemed toned up pretty well. I stared at their figures first, stalling on my question. I think they both appreciated me staring and stalling.
"Is everyone around here about the same age, except maybe me?"
"Oh yes Conk, responded Cornelia, normally guys around fifty won't usually reside here. They spend more time at another complex. There are younger women, which they think they are going to hit on and get somewhere. If they have lots of money then maybe that might happen."
"So, since that younger crowd gets the attention of the older gentlemen which is around 50 to 55, the younger guys around 35 to 45 may end up here. Usually they stay at other locations, but once in a great while we get someone staying here that's special, such as you!"
"Special, I responded, you think I am special. Why am I special?"
This convo got into high gear; I saw Jan get into her car, looking up at me, and waved. I quickly waved back to her before my conversation with my neighbors became too in depth and as if we were close friends already. I knew we weren't, but I sensed they felt they wanted me to be a close friend.
"So tell me about this party tonight at the local beach?"
"Ohhh you have been invited already? That's great, I was kind of thinking about doing the same. Cornelia and I could be your escorts or dates, if you are interested. We would just make you more comfortable until you met others; how does that sound?"
"Thank you, I responded, I think that's a great offer. Whenever you are ready, maybe I can order an early dinner and you two can join me and show me around here; what are good attractions besides the two of you." They knew I kidded them on that part, but we all laughed at it. I did find them to be entertaining meals honestly speaking.
I sensed they would like a main attraction that evening and I was going to be that for them! They were going to seduce and cook me up "well done" or maybe the reverse. I was going to have a drink, which somehow would influence me and relax me as well; I would lose my better judgment that evening.
I put away my clothes and sat down to watch some news. About 20 minutes later, I heard this knock at my door. It was Cornelia.
I went to answer the door. She's stood there, hair flowing freely down her shoulders, and still in her flowery bikini. She had a batch of cookies; she said that they had a special whiskey mix. They were best with a glass of water. Three of them could make my day.
