Readers,
My Life After Work series seems to continue to have a lot of interest and as long as that continues and I have ideas on how to proceed, I will continue to add to it.
This time Bill and Ann get back together, after Bill takes a break.
This story deals with seniors, over 65, having sex; if that is not your thing then this story is not for you.
Joeehartley
Bill had changed his mind about retirement; he was no longer bored. However, he realized that he might have to pace himself, he had had sex with nine different women in the past 6 days. He should be exhausted, but instead he wanted to see how far he could go.
An hour later he realized his folly. He was no longer a young man and people his age had heart attacks caused by too much exertion. He could either go out in a blaze of glory, or enjoy a long and very satisfying retirement. It actually was a harder decision than it should have been, but in the end, he decided to take a day or two off.
He decided not to go to the Senior Center today. He had their schedule and after reviewing it he noticed that in two days they would have another yoga session. He remembered fondly his time with Ann and her private yoga session in her home. He would go to the center for the Yoga class in the hopes of seeing Ann again. He did not have her phone number, but he had just decided to take a couple of days off.
He decided to go for a walk then do some shopping. He also needed to do some cooking since he'd been spending so much time away from home and just eating leftovers, he was now running out of things to eat.
Bill enjoyed his walk. During the workday his neighborhood was a ghost town. Most who lived here were either younger and at work, or older and afraid of walking alone. Many of the seniors were at the center, so he had the streets to himself. He impressed himself by walking an hour and not feeling any strain at all.
He took a shower and started to make a grocery list that would generate at least a week's worth of leftovers.
The store was not crowded and he had all he needed within an hour; headed home for an afternoon of cooking. Bill considered himself a pretty good cook, at least he liked what he cooked and soon this entire house smelled like dinner time. He divided his home cooking into individual servings and found places in the refrigerator for the plastic containers. When he completed his tasks, he had a dozen meals stored away that only needed a couple minutes in the microwave before they were ready to eat. He cleaned up the kitchen and went to bed tired but happy he now had meals to eat.
The next day, he again went for a long walk, congratulating himself for getting back into shape. He came back home and cleaned his house. He had pretty much ignored it for the past week, ever since he made friends with the women at the center.
He worked on the jigsaw puzzle on the card table, but quit after twenty minutes due to boredom. He then went into his back yard to do a bit of gardening. He pulled up the dead plants, transplanted one plant into a larger container and watered everything. After an hour he was hot and tired. He also remembered why he didn't like gardening.
He went in, took a shower and hoped the day would end soon so he could go back to the center and hopefully see Ann.
Finally, the day arrived. Bill wasn't sure if his self-imposed exile was necessary or not. It did remind him of the boredom he experienced before he met his new erotic friends.
He took a long morning walk; he found that he enjoyed his new exercise pattern. As anxious as he was, he remembered not to go to the center before noon. He checked the schedule again, the yoga class started at 1 PM. He could get there at 12:30 or so to help set up. He figured that Ann would be there early too.
Bill walked into the Senior Center at 12:30. Cindy, like always, greeted him.
"Hi Bill. Is everything okay. We haven't seen you in a few days and were worried you might be sick or something," she said as if she were sincerely concerned about his well-being.
"Everything's fine. I just got busy. I wanted to make sure I could be here today for yoga. That really helped me last time. Is Ann here today?" he explained.
"Ann just walked in a couple of minutes ago. She is a really good teacher, isn't she? There she is by the mats," Cindy answered.
"Thanks," Bill acknowledged heading off to get together with Ann.
"Hi Ann," Bill announced as he got close, "do you mind if I set up next to you? I learned so much from you last time."
"Oh hi, Bill," she replied, "grab a mat and set up right here. I'll make sure no one else grabs this spot."
Bill gathered his mat, laid it out, and removed his shoes. Neither he nor Ann needed chairs to lean on for this yoga.
