Mrs. Baylor lived next door to us for all my life. She was widowed about ten years and took care of herself and her house. I had helped Ruth with some of the heavier work around her place and she was always grateful and appreciated my assistance. She remained physically active as I've even seen her on her roof cleaning gutters.
We talked a lot and even flirted with each other occasionally. We seemed to have some common interests and I've never thought of her as an older woman. I always remember the polyester pants she wore. There were shiny and felt slippery if she accidentally bumped into me. She looked quite tempting in her black pants with her breasts standing out in the usual tight shiny blouses she always wore. She is no longer with us but I have a bond with her that I'll hold dear forever.
One of my favorite memories I have of Ruth happened years ago on an early spring day. I had just finished high school and was roving from job to job trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. I was still living with mom and dad so I helped around the place with the chores. The recent winter was colder and seemed longer than usual. Just as the cold season was coming to an end; an April blizzard blew thru and dumped a foot of snow on everything. The storm had passed and the sun had came out and started to melt the mess. I cleared our driveway and came back in the house to warm up and unwind. Mrs. Baylor's driveway had been cleaned before ours as she got up early and did the snow blowing herself with her compact tractor.
I looked out the window and noticed her car had slipped off her driveway and was partially stuck in the ditch. I put my coat on again and went out to help her. I asked if she was ok and could I help her. She said "I just touched the brakes and the car slid down the hill." I tried to move her car but it wasn't going back up on the driveway without some digging.
I asked "Where were you going?"
She replied "I have an appointment at the doctor's office."
I suggested "Let me drive you to the clinic, I'll take care of your car later."
She smiled and was so thankful. I drove my 4x4 over to her house to pick her up and we took off for her doctor. I dropped her off at the front entrance of the clinic and waited in the parking lot. She came back about a half hour later and said "My tests show my meds need adjusting. I've haven't been able to sleep lately."
I asked "Do we need to go to the pharmacy?"
"Yes, I have to pick up a new prescription." We headed into town to the drugstore and I waited for a few minutes for her to finish. As I waited, I thought about Mrs. Baylor and wondered what she was like as a teenager. She is a little over 5 feet tall and I figured she was probably quite popular back in the day. Looking past her extended age, she is quite cute. She wears her hair longer than most mature ladies and keeps it platinum. I was beginning to think of her differently now that I've gotten to know her better. I watched her walking up to my truck and I actually felt a quiver in my dick for her.
She got in and put her seatbelt on. I noticed her legs were covered with hose and they were very shapely. She thanked me for assisting today and added "Let me buy you lunch for all your help."
I said "That's not necessary." She insisted and I realized her gratitude was genuine.
"I want to give something to you for caring so much about me." We went to a sub shop and had a nice meal in the store. Ruth was quite talkative about her recent activities and was concerned about mine. I explained how things were for me and she asked "Well young man, why haven't I seen you with a girl lately?"
I bashfully said "I haven't found the right one yet. All the girls nowadays want to talk about is themselves and all the silly problems in the world. I need to find a woman that just wants to have fun."
She smiled and said "A country girl knows how to have fun."
"There aren't too many around anymore."
Ruth said "There's one closer than you know."
"You grew up on a farm, didn't you?" I quipped.
"I did and it was very tough growing up. We didn't have a lot but we were happy."
"Me too. My parents made me do plenty of work around the house and yard and I'm grateful for them pushing me so hard. I still have a lot to learn but I feel good about the future."
Ruth smiled and touched my hand and said "You are a fine young man and any girl would be proud to have you." I humbly thanked her and placed my hand on her thigh with a little tremble in my touch. Her leg felt so soft and slippery. My dick jumped again.
I drove a few miles out of town and turned down our highway and finally arrived at our driveways. I pulled up to her door and we went in her garage. I said "I'll take care of your car; it shouldn't take too long to dig it out." I opened the truck door for her and Ruth went in the house while I grabbed a shovel. It took a few minutes of digging to clear the snow from under neath her car. I used her tractor to help pull it backwards a few feet and it was almost clear. I was able to back her car up onto the driveway. I parked her car in the garage and she was waiting for me at the door.
"Thank you so much for everything, you have to come in to warm up." We walked into her kitchen and sat down. My pants were soaked and I was really sweating. I removed my outer clothes and she suggested I take off my shirt and pants. I was hesitant but also fairly uncomfortable in my wet clothes so I did as she asked. I ended up sitting in the chair in just my briefs and t shirt and I was getting chilled a bit. "I'll put these in the dryer." I heard the dryer door slam and then start running and she came out from the laundry room and handed me a robe to wear. "Put this on while we're waiting so you don't catch cold."