Contentment! That's what I was feeling upon waking one morning a few years ago. Laying on my side with my young man spooning me, nestled against my back with the warmth of his crotch pressed against my bum, his right arm around and over me and his hand cupping my left breast. He was asleep yet and I wiggled myself back towards him so I could enjoy our intimacy a bit longer before I had to get up and ready myself for work. How had I got to this point? Where did I find this young man, who was forty years my junior? Well, I will take you back in time to that point in my life where I happened to meet my Brian, my partner in crime now for three years.
It was 2012. I was sixty-four. I had had many lovers over the years. Never having married, I was a woman who knew what she wanted in a man and tried hard to always have someone, usually close to my age, to satisfy my needs. I had recently purchased two shelf units from a home improvement store. They were the heavy duty type and were too large for me to put in my car and too heavy for me to maneuver into the house if I could get them home. I needed someone with a truck and someone who was strong enough to get them into the townhome and into the basement. I knew a couple of people with trucks but they were unable to give me a hand at this time. I wanted to get them from the store so I wasn't taking up their room too. I started asking other people if they knew of anyone who could help me. A co-worker said she would ask her nephew if he was able to help and if so would give him my phone number. She wasn't sure about his work schedule but thought that he may be able to help out, even in an evening.
A day later he called and said he would give me a hand. He would come by with his pick-up and we would go retrieve the shelves on the following Saturday. With this arranged my panic subsided. I do worry about little things! He said he would be here at around 10:00AM and he was very prompt in arriving on time on Saturday. He introduced himself as Brian and I told him I was Lynn and we shook hands. "Nice to meet you Lynn" he said. He asked where we had to take the shelving and I invited him in to show him the layout and where we had to move the boxes. Right away he seemed a little concerned because of the size of the boxed shelving and the weight and said we might have to unpack them and move the pieces down to the basement separately. "It might take a little longer" he said, "But it will save us injuring ourselves and damaging any walls in the house."
When I showed him the basement he commented that he could help me get an area ready for assembling the shelving so it would be easier. We left for the store and with the help of the staff we loaded both in the back of his truck. "I see what you mean about struggling to get them down the stairs packaged " I told him. "I guess with both of us working at it, it won't take too long to unpack and move the parts downstairs. I'm lucky to have found such a willing partner here. " After eying him and appraising him I was hoping he was "willing" for other things sometime in the future. Not a bad looking young man. About 6 feet tall and I would guess, maybe, 180 pounds. Quite a muscular physique too and my mind was drifting to other things, more-so than just setting up shelving. I told myself "you're too old to think of him in such a manner. He wouldn't even consider you as anything other than someone who needed help." Back to work.
It took about two hours to set up the shelves. They were easy to assemble. All that was required was snapping the shelf supports to the pre-assembled ends. No tools or screwing required. I would have loved the screwing part, and not the type required with tools/ Well, one particular tool would have been nice! Then after, about an hour clearing some space for them against the wall. There's room for another two units along the same wall so I can expand if and when I need to. The idea though is to downsize all the things I have been accumulating over the last forty years. So, three hours wasn't all that bad. Now for me comes the sorting of my things to put away. A lot will go to the thrift store and should try or purchase some tubs or bins of the same size so they will fit better on the shelves. That was actually Brian's idea and he even volunteered to drive me to the store when I decide to do it. You know I am going to take him up on that invitation. Today has shown me that I do enjoy his company and even more, I enjoyed myself as we assembled the shelving, at time pressing together when we where having a struggle with a shelf bracket. He didn't seem to mind being up close either. The couple of times when I pressed my breasts against his arm while in close to him he didn't try to avoid the contact at all. My mind was working overtime to see a scenario where we could be so close again and all I could think of was having him come with me to pick up some tubs and having him help me with my organization. I know somewhere in my clutter is a few items of sexy lingerie and I know I have a small photo album of some photos, some of them rather risque. Seeing his reaction. if he were to see any of that would be so telling.
With today's chores finished I asked him if he had time for a tea, or coffee or soda with me upstairs. "Sure," he said, "I don't have any plans for today other than being here with you so let's do it." We went upstairs to the kitchen and I was looking for a beer for him but since I don't drink it and no one who does had been here in a while I had to apologize for that. "No problem" he said, "I don't really drink anyway. Water or a Coke if you have it?"
"I have Pepsi if that will do, I'm having a wine" I said, "Will that be okay? I always start my evening with a glass of wine." It wasn't quite evening yet, it was after four though so close enough. "Pepsi is fine with me. You go ahead with your wine. Enjoy." We took our glasses and went to my living room to sit more comfortably. He sat in my arm chair and I on the end of my sofa with a table between for our glasses and the wine bottle. "What do you do?" I asked, "I mean for a living?" I wanted to make some small talk and make him comfortable. He didn't seem all that relaxed when he wasn't working. "Right now, I'm working for a restoration company," He told me. "My boss is just starting out and wants to get into it a lot more but as of now we have only had small projects. Nothing big like Major flooding or fire damage repairs. He says to do that we have to be known by insurance companies and have a lot of hoops to get through. So, mostly it's been small repairs and things like that and my job isn't all that steady so I try to pick. up anything I can."
"Oh dear!" I said, "I should be paying you then. You can't make any living doing things for free." He laughed and replied "No, no, no! I wasn't hinting at getting paid. I knew I was coming over to help a friend of my aunt's. Anyway, I kind of wanted to meet you. You don't remember me, do you? We briefly met back when I was sixteen at my aunt's place at one of her BBQs. You were there with a friend and I saw you and even talked to you for a short time."
"God, I don't remember that. How long ago was that? How old are you now? He told me he was twenty-four now so that would have been around eight years ago. "When I was talking to you, was I nice? I can be aloof sometimes. I must have been preoccupied with the other people and don't recall our meeting at all.
"Ha! You seemed interested in most of the guys there, not just the friend you came with. That's why I got my nerve up and approached you to talk. I wondered if you would notice such a young person."
"Usually I would," I told him, "but usually with more in mind than just talking, if you know what I mean." "Maybe with you as a sixteen year old I couldn't see the possibilities!" Well, that was out there now. He would either continue with this conversation going toward what I was hinting at or he would back off a bit. He backed off and became quiet. So I pressed it a bit more. "Now that you're what, twenty-four I can see maybe a few possibilities." Still no response from him other than a few unassociated comments here and there.
