A much older man with a much younger woman
Continued from Chapter 01:
George is a 72-year-old, Caucasian man in good health, apart from having ED, erectile dysfunction. At first it troubled him that he could no longer get and/or maintain an erection, that is until his doctor prescribed him Viagra. As if they were on their Honeymoon and he was a rejuvenated, young man, he made love to his wife and fucked her. Seemingly, her first time enjoying having sexual intercourse, she returned his hard, fast humps with her hard, fast humps. Yet, even though she thoroughly enjoyed his cock, she never sucked his cock. She still wouldn't blow him and allow him to cum in her mouth.
Just once, he would have loved to know what it felt like to cum in his wife's mouth. Just once, he would have loved to watch his wife swallow his cum. Just once, he would have loved to give his wife a cum bath. Just once, he would have loved to watch her flash her panties and/or expose her naked breasts to his friends. Just once, he'd love to go to a nude beach with his wife. Just once, he would have loved to watch his wife having sex with another man. Alas, when it came to sex, strait-laced and morally modest, she was no fun.
Yet, since his wife died several-years-ago, and with no other woman in his life to have sexual relations with, other than to masturbate himself, he no longer had the need for Viagra and/or for erections. Instead, of having sex or having a woman to talk to, he spends his days watching women walking, jogging, and sunning themselves on the beach through his binoculars. He spends his days looking at hundreds of topless, nearly naked, and naked women on his computer while masturbating himself.
After discovering his newest hobby was voyeurism and women watching, encouraging his harmless, sexual activity, his son bought him high powered, zoom binoculars and a tripod. He told him to be careful with them and not to take them outside for fear of dropping them. He told him not let his neighbors catch him peeping. He told him that spying on his neighbors was illegal.
He was embarrassed that his son would think him a peeper, even though he was. Taking umbridge that his son would think him a pervert, even though he was, he told his son that he wanted the high-powered binoculars for bird watching, whale watching, and looking at the boats. With money important to him, he told his Dad that he paid more than a thousand-dollars for the glasses. His son had a good job as an international, investment banker and was making lots of money, so a thousand-dollars to him was of little consequence to him.
Yet, the glasses were much better than the cheap pair of binoculars that he had since the Viet Nam war. As if he was right there on the beach with the women, instead of seeing them from afar, he could clearly see them as if they were up close. As if he was right there on the beach with the women, instead of spying on them from a distance, he could clearly spy on them sunbathing topless and/or swimming naked. Now, between the porn sites on his computer and his new high-powered, zoom binoculars, he was in voyeur Heaven.
Suddenly becoming his secret, sexual passion, he enjoyed watching women without them knowing that he was watching them. Without being arrested as a pervert, he could stare at their bathing suit clad, topless, or naked bodies without guilt. Over the years, even though it wasn't a nude beach, with him living directly across from the beach, he had seen hundreds of topless and naked women. Seemingly there were as many women who wanted men to see them without their clothes as there were men who wanted to see women topless and naked.
Now that he's seen so very many topless and naked women with big breasts, he wished he had a big breasted woman of his own, one with really big tits. Elizabeth would have been that woman but she's gone. He wondered if he had asked her to lunch before she moved, if she would have moved. He wondered if only he had asked her if she would have agreed to live with him. Something he'd never know; he missed her friendship. He missed seeing her in the hall and masturbating over her that night. Now, all he had was the memory of her.
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Fortunately, good with money, George made some wise financial investments. Reading all the signs and making his financial decisions by what Warren Buffet said in the news, long before the banks failed and the stock market crashed in 2008, he cashed in his 401K. Never greedy, having an investment strategy more like the turtle than the hare, he would never fall for a get rich quick Ponzi scheme that Bernie Madoff boasted to have.
Many smart people lost their life savings participating to the thievery of crooked, financially rigged, system for greed and for the hope of fast money. Instead of falling for all of the pie in the sky, false claims, he took his money and pocketed it. Yet, many stockbrokers, fund managers, investment houses, and banking executives made tens of millions of dollars with credit default swaps.
The bankers, stockbrokers, and mutual fund managers sucked out everyone's 401K money and put their homes in foreclosure. Even after the government insured the loans on their repossessed homes and bailed banks out, banks made even more money by selling foreclosed houses. Yet, unlike Iceland where everyone went to jail, only in America, no one went to jail. With no bailout for the average American, not only did people lose their savings and their homes, but also, they lost their jobs, too. There were no jobs.
A savvy investor, except for some residual, bulletproof, blue-chip stocks that he owned since the sixties, George pulled out most of his money from the stock market, and bought high-grade bonds just before the crash. Remaining liquid with the rest of his money, he took his money in cash and deposited it in low-interest money market funds. Safe there and protected by the FDIC, the Federal Depositors Insurance Corporation for $250,000 on each account, he opened four accounts.
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With the money he had left, and glad he did, the best investment he ever made, he bought a condominium to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. With his condo having an ocean view and giving him direct access to the beach, as far as he was concerned, Myrtle Beach rivaled some of the best beaches in the world. High up enough to enjoy the full 180-degree, panoramic view, his triple paned, hurricane resistance windows quieted the beach noise and kept him safe from impending storms and hurricane winds.
With money enough left to last him the rest of his life, he couldn't be happier. If he wanted for anything, he wanted for the company of a woman, not so much for sex but more for friendship and for companionship. He wished Elisabeth had been that woman. He would have loved her to be his companion. With her beauty, poise, intelligence, and big tits, he couldn't think of a better woman to have as his live-in friend.
Missing his late wife of more than 40-years, he'd love to be in the company of a woman to watch movies with and/or to play games. He'd love to have someone to talk to while walking along the beach. If he had his druthers, he'd rather have a woman with big tits. Sometimes feeling so alone and lonely, it's not easy living alone. Kicking himself for not asking her to live with him, he missed his beautiful and sexy Elizabeth.
Some days, unless he goes to the supermarket and talks to strangers, to grocery, produce, or deli clerks, or talks to the mailman, he goes days without talking to anyone. Some days, sadly, unless he's watching a comedy, he seldom even laughs. With nothing seeming funny, since his wife died, everything in his life seems so gray and so lonely. Unless his son or his daughter calls him on the phone, which is infrequent at best, he doesn't talk to anyone on the phone. He just stares out his window through his binoculars while watching others enjoying life.
He's not rich, far from it but he's comfortable. Retired from a good job, he lives off his pension and his Social Security. Most times, he's content living alone. His two children, a son and a daughter, work overseas in Hong Kong, Tokyo, and Dubai, as international investment bankers. Hired right out of college, they've already made more money in their brief working careers than he had earned in his lifetime. At least, when the time comes, they can get him a home, healthcare worker or afford to put in a nice nursing home.
