In this story there are no oversized penis's, no *perky* EE breasts of any size, no toned and fit figures with an apple shaped ass, whatever that's supposed to be. People don't make love for hours and have endless orgasm's, it's a story about older people doing things not necessarily out of the ordinary given the landscape of today's culture. My neighbor recently went into a retirement facility, when I visited, he told me he has more sex now than he did the last ten years his wife was alive. Our conversation was the impetus for this story. The love scenes are exaggerated, but then, this is an erotic web site.
Mom's Bridge Club
I pulled the pickup into the driveway at 724 Oak Dr. and sat there as I looked around. I'd been here a few times before when mom and dad were still alive, my younger sister wanted nothing to do with it when mother finally went home to Jesus, I bought it for her half of the value. That was two and half years ago, this would be the first time I'd lived in it. A nice brick home with a large carport sitting on three acres of land located back from the road about 80 feet, an outbuilding dad used as a shop, back yard was fenced in, and a tall flag pole in the front yard waiting for me to hoist the red, white and blue I'd served for 31 years.
I liked the way the lot was laid out, it was approximately three hundred feet of road frontage with the rest of the property going back the same width to a fence line, completing the 2.98 acres. There was a neighbor on either side, their properties were laid out similarly, our houses were about one hundred yards apart, a woods bordered the back yards. Mom and dad had bought the property when dad was semi-retired, getting them out of the cold of mid-Wisconsin from mid-January through Easter.
After dad actually retired, they moved here permanently, dad lived another four years with mother following him in death three years later. As I mentioned earlier, my crabby *I hate the world* sister wanted nothing to do with the place and I simply bought her out. My folks were still milking cows when I was a young man, dad wanted me to carry on, I had other plans deciding I would go into the military. Milking cows is a 24/7/365 job, regardless of weather or any other plans you might want to make, by 19 I'd had enough of milking cows and enduring seven or eight months of winter every year.
I enlisted in the Air Force in 1986, making it a career, recently retiring after 31 years, at 50 I wanted to do nothing for a while, it had been years since I'd last relaxed entirely. I looked down at the house keys on the console deciding there was no time like the present to see what would await me. I had a realtor renting the place for me until a year ago when I discovered he wasn't vetting the applicants and they were destroying the house. I dumped his ass and hired a handyman to check the house once a month and make sure it hadn't been burgled.
My handyman's name was Todd, a young black guy a few blocks to the east of me, just starting his business and anxious to prove himself. He'd been to tech school for building maintenance, was presently taking care of two apartment complexes and looking for more work. Nice guy, smart guy, a very pleasant and pretty wife, she was way above his pay scale, they had two little ones in the yard and Kathy's big belly was evidence the third wasn't far off. He and I hit it off immediately, I'd been around enough people in the Air Force to spot the pricks from the nice one's a mile away, regardless of race or ethnicity. Approximately a month ago when I informed him I would be moving in soon he told me the renters that had last been there left minor damage to the walls along with a broken door.
I told him to go ahead and do what needed to be done, let me know the costs and I'd send him a check right away. It was he whom I'd just picked up the keys from, Kathleen met me at the door with a smile a mile wide and their little girl on her breast under a dish towel. We hugged as best one can hug a nursing mom as she yelled out for Todd. Todd was pleased to see me, grabbed the keys and told me if I needed any repairs soon to let him know, he'd be happy to be of service.
Opening the entryway door, the first thing that hit me was a musty smell, the smell of a house that's been closed tight for a year. I'd let Todd know I was coming, he had opened a few windows but with the threat of rain he didn't want to open all of them. I chucked the keys on the counter and finished opening the remaining windows, within minutes there was a pleasant flow of 68 degree air wafting through the house, taking away that stuffiness, returning the very faint smell that was always my mothers. No other house ever had the sweet fragrance of my mothers cooking mixed with the softness of her body oil. She never used spray perfumes, she preferred a dab of perfume oil instead, I could not recall it ever being anything but China Rain, not even sure if it still exists.
There was no furniture, no beds, no dishes, nothing but appliances. I called and booked a room at a local motel and was about to go furniture shopping when I heard a female voice, "Hello, anybody here? Is that you Chuck?"
I walked around the corner to see an older buxom lady, tall for a woman, I estimated 5'9 or 10, not slender but not pudgy either, I guess what one might describe as an ordinary housewife in her late 50's or early 60's with a pretty face and body that was none too shabby. A set of lovely *mom* hips that flowed into shapely legs, a chest that perfectly fit her body, I assumed a 34D or double D, shoulder length brown hair and a cute button nose with designer glasses balanced on the end.
At 6' and average features I'm no prize, a continual regimen of exercise in the military kept me fit without being bulky. She extended her hand greeting me, telling me she lived next door and had been close friends with mom, it was nice to finally meet the son Pauline talked about non-stop. I apologized for not having coffee or anything else in the house, I was just about to go shopping for a bed and at least a chair or two to sit on. She asked if I'd like her to go along, her husband was napping *again* she emphasized and she was bored silly.
"Besides, if you go to the big outlets they'll sell you junk for twice the price, let me take you some better stores where you'll get nicer furniture for the same price."
I smiled, nodded and said, "You can come along only if you agree to let me buy you coffee or lunch, or both. By the way, I didn't get your name."
"It's Theadora, folks call me Teddy."
She did indeed direct me to the better stores, by the time I'd finished I'd bought a bedroom set, a dining table and four chairs, two recliners and a pile of kitchen stuff. The range and other appliances had already been replaced by Todd and Kathleen, thank God she helped pick out appliances, women are so much more adept at those things than men. Teddy explained over lunch how she was a part of mom's bridge club, she and two other ladies met at mom's every other week to play in the afternoon, there were a few alternates if someone couldn't make it. Once mother died it sort of fell apart, but all were still close friends and in contact most weeks. She informed me I would meet them in time.
Delivery of the furniture would be the next day between ten and two, having come from a military way of life I was put off by the lack of precise timing, then made the decision to smile, I was no longer a Chief Master Sergeant, I was now a civilian and this is how that world works. During my 31 years I'd never married, I'd had a few long term girlfriends, generally senior level NCO (non-commissioned officer) gals looking for the same thing I was, companionship and sex without the permanent ties. I'd been stationed all over the world and was anxious to plant my feet somewhere warm, my last duty station was at Minot, ND, to put it mildly, I was sick of the cold. The movers with what personal things I had were scheduled to arrive in three days, all in all things worked out well.
