Life has gotten so complicated, when I was younger, things were simpler. In my day, your parents, and the parents of your intended bride would get together and arrange for the two of you to meet and eventually marry. No troubles of dating, STDs, condoms, or your wife cheating on you and surviving the experience. I turned 85 last month, and I could tell you of so many encounters that I have had in my life, but that would be what I would consider disrespectful to my beloved wife, God bless her soul. No, instead I am going to relate to you a story that happened in what I consider to be a very unholy time, a time when everyone has forgotten what morals are.
I am a gray-haired, (well, what's left of it is gray, most of the hair on top has migrated to form a kind of incomplete halo from my sideburn around the back of my head and over to the other sideburn) man of the world. I am blessed with very clear skin, with no liver spots and even the wrinkles have managed to keep themselves away for a while longer. I have brilliant blue eyes, and although I have seen the better part of a century, being born in 1916, I look quite a bit younger. My Bella, may God keep her, passed away from me almost six years ago. However, I didn't give up on living just because I was alone. No sir! I enjoyed my solitude, no one to tell me how to do anything, when to do anything, I was a free man after almost 60 years of marital servitude. I did love my wife and enjoyed my marriage to her, but then I was free to be anything that I wanted to be!
Back in March of this year, I discovered yet another enjoyable aspect to my fairly new freedom. Sex! Not that I was a virgin, I had very nice sexual relations with Bella, no this was something else entirely! I was out for my morning walk, about half way through the second mile, when I saw this very attractive and shapely woman out walking her dog. I smiled at her and said "Good Morning" as I continued along my way. Suddenly she called out in surprise, I stopped and turned around to see what was the matter. I almost wanted to laugh, she was lying on the grass beside the asphalt walkway, her dog's leash wrapped around her legs. Her formerly nicely pressed brown skirt was now bunched up almost to her waist and I could see her lavender panties. The dog, which looked like a cross between a great dane and a sheepdog, had found this new position of his master exciting as well and he was attempting to mount her while she squirmed to get upright, dressed, and untangled from the leash.
I walked over to her and grabbed the dog by the tips of his ears, calming him down. I then proceeded in untangling the damsel in distress that I was playing the shining knight to. As soon as she gathered herself up, and smoothed her dress down as best as she could, she thanked me and introduced herself as Julie. She also introduced me to Max (Maximum Avalon Thieboult), the dog. I told her my name and asked her if she needed any more help. She told me that she hated to be a bother, but could she trouble me for some more assistance escorting her back to her apartment. Just in case Max got the jump on her again, she explained. I told her that it would be my pleasure.
As we walked the three blocks to her apartment, I noticed her brown eyes made her reddish blonde hair even more striking. We talked like old friends catching up on lost time as we walked. She told me that she was 22, a senior in college trying to get into management, and that she preferred more music in her music than rap or rock and roll offered. I agreed with her about the modern music and told her a little about myself. She was quite striking, breasts that defied gravity, about a 38 D, a slim waist accented by what was known in my day as "birthing hips". I found out that she was single, and employed by a local bank. We arrived at her apartment and she asked me to come in for a soda, water, or something else to drink. I agreed to her invitation because I was thirsty and I was enjoying her company.
