(note: this is a re-casting of my earlier story, Jayne's Christmas Present ... to fit with my later stories better)
I've been thinking of today as D-Day, for me. David-Day. I'll explain why in a moment.
I'm June. I'm 75-years-old. Short, a bit chubby, and my daughter, Karen, thinks I dress in a frumpy old-lady-conservative way. I have orangey-red hair, naturally going to gray. Pale blue eyes ... people say they twinkle when I smile, and get compliments on my smile. I have three middle-aged children. Susan is the oldest, she's always been single, and is a bit stern. My youngest, Sean, is single, too. But I suspect not really, because I think he's gay and just hasn't told me about any partners, yet. Neither Susan or Sean leave nearby.
But Karen does. She's my middle girl. About to turn 50! She and her husband, David, live in the same town as me, and I see them reasonably often. Since my Brian passed away, two-and-a-half years ago now, Karen has been very kind, and she's offered David to me for whatever I may need. To be honest, that's what inspired my D-Day plan.
Once Brian was gone, I down-sized to a smaller place. Karen and David were a great help, and Brian's being gone has brought me closer to them. Out of necessity, I expect.
Brian was a good husband. Good wage-earner, good father. But not so much in the creative, inspirational, or romantic comfort departments. We'd rather kept to ourselves for years and years. Reading books, watching TV, sharing meals, and that's about it. Not much talking, after we had kids. Not much cuddling, either.
About ago, I started to feel like I was just letting life slide away. I wanted to do something, but what? A hobby? A social club? I didn't know what. So I made a list of what I thought had been missing in life, sort of a bucket list. I sorted it and prioritized it over and over, and ended up with a "top two" things to do: Bond closer as a family, and sex.
I know. 75-years-old. The first thing seems kind of obvious, the second maybe a bit wild. But it was something that I'd been missing for so many years, and I didn't know how much time I had left.
I started out easy, with the first thing. I joined Karen and David for more social occasions, I invited them over more often, and they reciprocated by inviting me to their place. Karen started pushing David upon me to help out at my place.
As for the second thing: I learned to enjoy my body. By myself, in my bedroom, where I always kept the door closed. I might not have a partner, but I could try to please myself. I would undress, and walk around the room ... which made me feel naughty and free! I started to touch myself, and, after a while, I got comfortable bringing myself to a sexual climax. I'd never been much of a masturbator, but I became a regular one. I fantasized, vaguely. Images of long-ago beaus drifted through my mind, thoughts of Brian in the early days, and my kids (which seemed a bit naughty, but interesting). I was just fantasizing. Nobody was getting hurt. Nobody knew what I was doing, and I refused to allow guilt into my bedroom.
Then I started thinking about David. My wife Karen's husband. The man most readily accessible to me. The man who was happy to stop by if I asked. A man I thought was pretty good looking, and very kind and gentle. Around June, I started my vague D-Day plan. I started touching David more, when I saw him. On the arm, on the hand, on the back ... once I even stroked his hair out of his face! I began hugging him more often, and for longer, giving him an extra squeeze, and pushing my body against his. Every now and then, I got a little response back from him: a hand low on my back, almost on my bum, when we hugged, or a little push from his groin against my tummy.
The D-Day plan was some vague idea for me to give myself a Christmas present, something with David, although I didn't know what. I didn't want to scare him off, or cause problems with Karen. My idea was just to start something, then see where it might lead. You see? My D-Day had a very vague plan.
But it's D-Day now, today, I think. A couple of weeks before Christmas. It's been snowing, and cold, so I've kept the house a little extra cozy warm. I called Karen, and asked if David could stop by my place on his way home from work, to help me with my decorations. And, as always, Karen said, "Of course! I'm so happy you asked for him."
And there's his knock on the door.
"Oh, David, I'm so pleased to see you!" I said warmly, opening the door. "I need a tall man with long arms to help lift down the decoration boxes."
"Happy to be of assistance," said David, stepping inside and closing the door. I have him a good squeeze, happy that he squeezed back, then I turned the dead bolt on the front door.
David just watched me, and followed me down the hall to, my bedroom, the place where I entertained my fantasies as I touched myself.
"You've always had this door closed, June," commented David. "I thought there might be something dangerous trapped in here."
I laughed. "Just me and my dreams, David."
I pointed to a storage cupboard above my bedroom closet.
"They're just too high for me to reach," I sighed. "And I don't like going up on step-ladders."
"No worries. Where do you want them?" asked David.
"Oh, on the living room couch would be fine," I replied. I directed David with a little pat on the back. I let my hand linger there, just above his bum, as we walked back to the living room.
We opened the boxes, and began sorting through the decorations. There were garlands and lights for the eaves of the living room, in addition to tree ornaments.
"I may need some help again in the next day or so, David, to put the higher decorations up, and to reach the top of the tree."
"I'll await your call, or just let Karen know," said David. It's easy for me to stop by on my way home."
He turned towards the front door, preparing to go.
"I have a bit of mistletoe that you could put up in the hallway entrance now, before you leave," I suggested quickly. I fetched if from a table by the front door, putting myself between David and the door. "Some local children stopped by, selling sprigs. And here's a push-pin to get it up."
David took the sprig and pin from me, and I let my hands stroke his as he pulled away. In short order, with just a bit of a reach, David tacked her fresh mistletoe up over the hallway. He turned and smiled at me. "How's that?"
"That looks lovely!" I proclaimed, clasping my hands, and moving to stand close to him under the mistletoe. "It's feeling more Christmasy in here already! Thank you, David."
"Well, you can thank me again when I come back to help with the rest of the high stuff," he said, giving my upper arm a little rub. "Just let me know when."
"I'll get things organized," I said. It was now or never. My D-Day before Christmas.
As his hand slipped down my arm, I clasped it in both of mine, and looked up into his eyes. "Since we're under the mistletoe, do I get a little holiday kiss to start the season?"
"Of course," he replied. David leaned down and gave me a peck on the cheek. I was still holding his hand in mine.
"I know I'm just an old lady, but that wasn't a proper kiss, was it David?"
I could see the look on his face, like "well, now what?" We'd never kissed except on the cheek, usually with a good hug. I hung onto his hand, and pulled it between my breasts. David looked at me for a moment, then leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. As he began to lean away, I held his hand tight to my breasts. I knew he could feel them, and he was blushing a little.
"That was nice," I said. "Maybe one more?"
My heart began to beat faster. David could probably feel that. I hunched my shoulders forward to squeeze my breasts against his hand.
David laughed nervously
"One more?" I asked again, smiling.
