Dorothy
A person from my past
Like my other stories I try to leave the sex details out so your mind can do its thing. If you need details there are plenty of stories that offer them.
My kids convinced me that I needed to get into the new century by getting on one of those social media applications for my smart cell phone, which they also insisted I needed. So being a good follower and tired of fighting a losing battle I did. One of them held school all of one afternoon and I was now able to follow the daily doses of what my kids and grandkids had for lunch and what movies they were watching. Luckily the two great-granddaughters didn't have accounts and the parents did post updates on the little darlings.
Then the strangest things started to happen. A friend from high school contacted me and then another one. Four guys and one lady from college sent out hellos. Maybe this wasn't all bad. Messages were exchanged and in a couple of cases we began to email back and forth on an erratic basis. I didn't trust the other program to keep things private.
The last thing I expected was a note from Dorothy Peterson Anderson. Dorothy was a school mate in grade school and had married a guy named Anderson. I had a crush on her back then but being shy and backward had never had the courage to say or do anything to tell her about it. I would ride my bike past her house and hope she might appear. If she did I would stop and make small talk and try to keep from drooling.
We were soon sending email message back and forth on a weekly schedule. Our lives had kind of followed similar paths. She went to a different high school then me because her home was in a different district than mine even though we lived within one block of each other. We both married during college. She had two children and I had three. We both had four grandkids and I had two great-granddaughters and Dorothy had one girl and one boy great-grandchildren. We both lost our spouses strangely the same year four years ago. Her husband passed from cancer and my wife died in an auto accident.
You may have noticed that we were not spring chickens any more. Both of us were seventy-one years old. I was pleasantly surprised when Dorothy suggested that we meet for coffee someday. Plans were made and on a sunny morning we meet at a bakery near her home. I was so happy to see her. She was still the tall slim beauty that had been a masturbation fantasy all those years ago. I didn't tell her that but I did tell her she was still beautiful and she still had the blush that I remembered.
That brunch brought up several more over the following weeks. Then it was a visit to a flower garden. Then there was a trip to a museum and lunch. The show Lion King traveled to our city and we watched it. She talked me into a country western bar that offered something called line dancing. More lunches and trips to other local places, we even visited a cathedral just so she could photograph the interior.
As expected dinners were mixed into the other things we did. I would pay one time and she insisted on paying her share of the times. I liked that she was strong enough to not play the little woman.
She wanted to make us I home cooked meal and I wasn't against the idea. As she was finishing up the preparation I was admiring some of her photos hanging on the walls. She was very good, really very good. I think she might have been able to sell some of her work. In my past I had been an art director at a major magazine. One of many that had folded when the internet took control of the world and we didn't adapt.
As we ate we talked about her photography. Dorothy insisted it was just a hobby but admitted she had wished she had worked at it more when she was younger. All of her work was landscapes or flowers and a little wildlife. When I asked her why there were no portraits hanging on the walls she indicated she didn't feel comfortable directing a model. "Come on, you had no problem telling me where to sit tonight, or directing me over to the pictures in the hallway. You kind of taught that line dancing thing. It's no different with a model. You speak and he or she moves and does this or that. I think you could do it. All it takes is being positive and if the model has a problem with your directions you find another one."
After dinner we sat around, chatted and had an after dinner drink and around ten I left. I was happily surprised when she gave me a quick peck on the lips as I was putting my jacket on. Damn I was feeling something stirring in my slacks. Was there romance at my age? Not likely was my brain telling me but my other head was hinting at maybe yes. For the first time in a month I masturbated that night and I didn't need porn to help.
The next morning I had an email from Dorothy apologizing for being so bold last night and please don't think badly of her. I quickly answered and told her how enjoyable the whole evening was and how it was a very pleasant way for it to end. I followed up with another message complimenting her on the photos I had seen and suggested she should really think about doing some work with a live person. That afternoon she answered back, telling me it would be hard without a proper studio, the lights and backdrops. I responded and told her the outdoors was an ideal place to start. She had the flower garden and the pool what more did she need.
Nothing more was said about it until two weeks later. As we had another coffee at our favorite bakery, "Would you model for me? You've made me think about it and I think I'd like to try it. You know...Just give it a try. See how it works. I'll not to be too demanding. Maybe we could try late some afternoon when the light is good?"
I confessed it wasn't a good idea for me to do it. "You need a young body. Not an old goat." An almost argument started until I agreed. "John it was your idea I try this. You had damn well better be willing to do your part" kind of tipped the scales in her direction. The damn kind of surprised me; she had never uttered a strong word before, at least not in my hearing.
So plans were made, the weather would be a factor. Dorothy wanted a cloudy day because harsh shadows can cause problems. The weather lady promised a three day stretch of clouds so she wanted to try in the second day. The forecast was wrong. Bright, not a cloud in the sky, so we sat by the pool under an awning drinking iced tea. "Would you like to try inside? I could sit in the kitchen or the couch? If you open the curtains there would be natural light. When I was picking out photos for the magazine some of the best were taken like that."
"If you can sit still we could try. I will want to work with a low ISO. Let's do it. I'm kind of excited to order you around."
All the lights in the room were turned on and the curtains pulled back. I followed her directions. Frowning, smiling, blank expressions and she seemed satisfied. She downloaded them to her computer and after throwing out a bunch decided that maybe the few she saved were not too bad. "I'll need to do a little work on them but generally I'm pleased. You're a good subject John. Thank you." As I got ready to leave I was rewarded with another quick kiss.
Two days later I got an email asking if I would be willing to pose again. Having decided I didn't mind being the center of her attention and the reward was nice I quickly agreed. A week later I was knocking on the door. It was a hot day and I was sweating a bit just waiting for her to answer the door. "This may not work. The air conditioning just stopped working. It's going to be hotter than hades in here shortly and the fixit guy is booked through to Friday."
After we talked about it for a minute or two we decided to give it a try. Dorothy was right; it was getting warm real fast in her home. "I'm thinking maybe this is a good thing. You have a good look with the sweat running down your face. Can you hold a few poses? I'll crank up the ISO so you don't have to freeze in place."
She opened her shirt to the third button letting a little cleavage show. "John...Would you be ok with taking off your shirt? And then stand by the door like your just coming home from the salt mine."
"You are aware I don't have a six-pack anymore, right?"
"Ya...And I don't have perky boobs either. Something about aging causes it to happen. And no I'm not taking my shirt off."
