December 2020
Revised August 2022
Readers,
I rewrote this story. It was originally posted back in 2020 and received okay ratings, but the story moved far too fast and had little dialog. I hope my rewrite improved the story.
This is not a slow build like a lot of my recent work, but I hope that doesn't distract from it too much.
Like always if you do not enjoy seniors, over 65, enjoying sexual activity together, this story is not for you.
Joeehartley
Stepping though the back door of his home to get a cool drink, Jack heard a knock at the front door. He'd been in the back yard tending to his garden and had no idea how long the person had been attempting to get his attention. It could be the delivery from UPS he expected today and if so that should not be left out. There have been cases of packages being stolen from front porches over the last month or so.
Opening the door he checked the porch, but did not see the package he expected to find; instead he saw a pair of shoes. He quickly positioned his naked body behind the door, and then looking past the shoes he saw a pair of jean covered legs and a simple shirt tucked into those jeans, all belonging to the woman standing before him. She appeared to be in good shape and like him was well past her prime.
He recognized her as a neighbor. He'd seen her before on his walks, but had never talked with her and had no clue of a name to go with that face. He waved to her a couple times a week. She walked the same path as he did; it was mandatory to do some form of physical exercise every day once you're past a certain age and that age was several years back for both of them.
'Hello," he said after he made sure that his body was completely hidden behind the door.
Shirley stared at the head and bare shoulder peeking out from behind the door. She was certain that she'd seen a long expanse of bare leg and hip when the door first opened. A sly smile formed on her lips as the realization that he was probably naked behind that door hit her.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Shirley and I'm starting an informal garden club here in the neighborhood. I've walked by your lovely garden for months now and would love it if you would be interested and getting together with a few of us every so often to discuss gardening techniques and maybe share some cuttings. I'll bet your back yard is gorgeous."
Jack was proud of his garden and would love to show it off, but was uncertain if the smiling woman just a few feet from him was aware that if he opened the door he would show off more than just a few plants. That thought excited him. One of the fantasies he used often involved exposing himself to attractive women. The woman standing on the other side of his door was one of those attractive women his mind brought up on occasion, normally after seeing her on his morning walk. He would imagine her rounding a corner on her walk around the lake to discover him naked. The rest of his fantasy varied but always included a multitude of sexual acts.
He tried to calm himself and focus on his answer, "I'm glad you like my garden. It does occupy a fair amount of my time, but it is very rewarding." His words did little to abate the fantasy going though his mind right now of the woman in front of him and an open door. "I'm Jack, by the way."
"I know what you mean. I lose myself in my garden and before I know it I've missed lunch."
"I didn't know there was a garden club in the neighborhood, but I notice a few yards around here that appear to be well tended." He could distract himself from the story unfolding in his mind by talking about gardening, but not completely. He did agree that most things moved to the back burner when his hands were in the dirt.
Shirley noticed that he shifted behind that door, leaning forward as if he wanted to be on the other side then shifting back behind his shield. It was as if he was debating about exposing himself to her. Maybe she could find a way to encourage his decision.
"We are just trying to get it started now. There are three of us who get together every once in a while, and yesterday we started to talk about forming a gardening group and we all wanted to ask you if you would join us. We all love your garden." She didn't mention that all three of them considered him hot and each wanted an excuse to get close to him. They had spent the better part of an hour talking about what each of them wanted to do with this hot man and how to get him naked.
There were not many single men their age in the neighborhood. There actually weren't many men of retirement age either single or married. The neighborhood consisted mostly of families in their thirties and forties, only a handful of seniors over 60.
"So you don't have regular meetings?" Jack asked.
"We've only had one meeting so far and that was last night. We wanted to invite you and maybe get together later this afternoon, over a glass of wine."
"Sounds like fun. Where do you meet?"
Shirley liked the way the conversation was going and thought she might push the issue just a bit. "Last night we got together at my house, but to tell you the truth I think we all would love to see your back yard. That is all we talked about last night. I mean seeing what you've done with your front yard, we all have different ideas about what fantastic things you must have in your back yard. I'll bring the wine."
"Well, I..."
Shirley noticed his hesitation and that just verified for her that he was naked. "Are you a nudist?"
Her blunt question shocked him and he took a moment to recover, "Not exactly." What made her ask that? She must know that he's not wearing anything. That insight made his already partial erection stand up proud and strong.
"Well, I'm almost certain that you are not wearing anything behind that door. Would it make you more comfortable if I told you I don't mind if you are naked?" The smile on Shirley face should be enough to tell him she was anxious to see him nude. Her gaze dropped from his face to parts lower.
Jack's mind no longer thought about gardening or the gardening group. His mind raced and his erection grew. He had a recurring fantasy about exposing himself to women, but had never done anything about it. Now his fantasy was presenting itself to him and if the smile he saw said anything, it was arousal. She had her mouth open and was biting her lower lip. His fantasy overrode his rational mind and he could not respond to whatever question she'd asked.
"I am not a nudist," was all he could say.
"But you are naked behind that door aren't you?" Shirley noticed Jack again shifting and his face flushed pink. Was he embarrassed or aroused? When he licked his lips she knew he was aroused. That knowledge aroused her. She felt the heat rising and her nipples tighten.
"I would love a tour of your back yard, and to see what you are hiding behind that door."
Jack looked up at the woman in front of him. Her nipples were now poking against the material of her shirt. He hadn't noticed before if she wore a bra or not, but now it was obvious that she wasn't; the shirt was not thin-- he thought it would look better if it were, but she was also definitely aroused.
He opened the door and stood in front of her with his cock pointing directly at her.