He was finishing his hour-long walk and jog in the park on a perfect summer day. It was hot but there was a slight breeze, and his path was often in the shade. He was tiring, but kept on, knowing that at his age it took extra effort to keep in any kind of shape.
He saw, coming toward him, a woman walking a Great Dane. The Dane looked young and was a handsome brute, and he seemed well under control. As they approached, he saw that the woman was attractive, with long legs beneath a pair of shorts. Under the matching blouse it was obvious she had ample breasts. He smiled, she smiled back.
"Good looking Dane," he said. "How old is she?"
"Thanks. She's just eighteen months but I've been training her."
The dog seemed friendly, so he asked if it was OK to pet her.
"Oh sure," she said, "Sela's a sucker for love."
They chatted for a minute as he rubbed the Dane's chest and behind her ears. Then, without saying a word, they walked off the path and sat under a tree. She was in the middle of a divorce from an abusive husband, he was in a sterile marriage. She looked in her 30's and he was almost 60, but they talked easily, as if they were friends.
He kept sweating in the heat, and she asked if he'd like a cold drink and a chance to be in air conditioning. Surprised, he said that would be wonderful.
"Follow me," she said with a grin, heading off toward an apartment house next to the park.
In her nicely furnished one-bedroom apartment overlooking the park, they sprawled on the couch and continued to talk. The Dane was put away in the kitchen. The woman introduced herself.
"I'm Tina," she said. "I see you walking and jogging almost every day, and I fantasized about who you were and what it would be like to meet you."
"I'm Mike, and I'm flattered, a lovely young woman like you fantasizing about an old guy like me."
"You may have a few years on me, but you're in marvelous shape," she said. "Will you excuse me a minute? I want to change. I'll bring you a fresh t-shirt and shorts if you'd like. But first, a cold drink."
She brought back a tall glass filled with ice and water, and disappeared into the bedroom. Mike took a long drink, and savored the cool air blowing from the vent.
In minutes she was back, and he could not stop staring. She had changed into a diaphanous dressing gown that billowed around her legs as she walked in. She wore nothing under it. Her breasts pushed against the flimsy fabric, the nipples and large areole clearly on display. Her trim waist, the flair of her hips, and her solid thighs showed as well, and between her legs was a thin sliver of pubic hair.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked.