Never Give Up Even In Mid 70S

It is based on a real-life story and not on fantasy. Thus the description of intimate moments is less 'colorfully detailed' than usual. I changed the names and a few details to protect the protagonists.

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I married my wife, Anna, about 50 years ago. At the time, we were both university students abroad. In the first years of our marriage, like many other couples, we struggled to combine studying, working, and raising our little children. With the help of our parents, we were able to live comfortably. We had chemistry that was expressed by talking openly about everything. However, with time, our differences began showing, and emotionally we gradually drifted apart. Despite that, our intimate relationship flourished. I took topless and even nude pictures of her at home, and later in public places as well. And then we began adding people to our bed. They were mostly men, but on occasion, a female too.

Eventually, the emotionally strained relations took its toll, and my wife decided to move closer to her birthplace, where she still kept in touch with her old friends. The separation from my wife occurred many years ago. We did it amicably, and our wealth is still in both our names. We keep in touch by phone, zoom, and e-mails, and at times, we even travel together with our adult children. Since my wife and I parted ways, we have told each other almost everything about ourselves, including how it used to be at work, and lately about our retired life, our health, and even about our relationships.

Since Anna moved away, each of us had a few intimate relationships with others. With my latest girlfriend, Nelly, I stayed the longest. She was by far the best match for me: We complemented each other extremely well in many aspects of life and went to restaurants, shows, and movies. We traveled together both in the USA and abroad and had thousands of pictures to show for it. Taking into account that we weren't very young anymore, our sex life was satisfactory too. Perhaps less than when I was younger, but we still enjoyed things like topless and nakedness in public, and even playing with others.

Nelly declared her love to me multiple times both verbally and in writing. I, on the other hand, was reluctant to say it, but often I showed her that I cared and thought about her a lot. I'd say we were in sync on 95% of the subjects. Nelly never told me what she didn't like about me, but she emphasized more than once that age and appearance meant nothing to her.

There was a single thing I didn't like about her: Whenever anything pertaining to my separated wife or prior relationships arose, she turned antsy and snappy, and rather than discuss it in a calm way, she used to send me an e-mail later in a rather unpleasant way. I didn't like the overreaction, and on several occasions, I gently attempted to tell her that I saw it as a 'Biggy.'

The latest episode arose 2 months ago. The details were not important, but rather than talk about her concern at the time when the subject was raised, she continued talking about other subjects calmly. Later in the evening, I got another irritating e-mail. It was the last straw for me. In a patronizing way, I answered never again, and suggested to her to let me lead our relationship. After all, everything I ever did was for HER and for US and never strictly for me!

Her e-mail response was swift: 'Don't ever contact me again."

I was surprised; choosing to terminate a longer than 20 year successful relationship because of an e-mail was incomprehensible. I e-mailed back, 'You are crazy.' her e-mail response was, 'No, you are crazy.' This was her last e-mail. I waited a couple of days and e-mailed, 'Have you calmed down yet?' No response. After 5 days, I e-mailed again, reminding her all the benefits she enjoyed with me: Traveling, going out to restaurants, movies, and concerts SHE wanted, presents, and sex she liked. Like before: No e-mail or a phone call. After 10 days I tried one last time, explaining that life was short and we were no longer young. If she wouldn't contact me in the following 2 days, I'd move on. Nada.

...

For about a week, it felt unusual, frustrating, and sad; for so many years Nelly and I connected every day by phone and/or e-mail, and suddenly, it all fell apart. It was like grieving somebody who just died. I found the saying 'People appreciate somebody after they lose them' to be very true in my case.

After 10 days, I adjusted my daily routine slightly differently. Every morning for about an hour, I strolled in the nearby park, taking photos of the waterfall, the tall trees, the changing snow levels, and the waterfowl in the river.

On the 5th day, one of the other walkers, whom I'd seen a couple of times before but never said anything except nodding my head to say hello, approached me. At the time, I was aiming my camera at a group of ducks sitting on a snowy patch and warming in the winter sun.

She smiled and asked, "I've seen you here before. What are you shooting?"

"It's sunny and optimal for scenery photos. Right now I aim at the colorful ducks."

"May I see the pictures you already took?"

"Sure."

Next, I displayed on the screen a few photos of the area. She looked at them one after the other and then grinned, "Sir, you have good eyes and a fantastic camera."

I laughed, "Thanks for the compliments, but the camera is not expensive. It's a point-and-shoot one, which cost me only $350. I have a much more sophisticated camera at home, a DSLR, but it requires changing lenses, and the whole equipment is heavy, so I stopped using it."

"Still, I like your photos. You are not a professional photographer, are you?"

"Not at all. I was in the medical field, and just retired."

"Interesting. I used to be a teacher and retired this year as well..."

As we talked, I attempted to inspect her, but it was impossible: Due to the cold day, she wore a long coat, a winter hat, and sunglasses. I couldn't even guess her age. I began moving to my next shooting spot and she joined me.

I said, "My name is Ron. What is yours?"

She had a cute smile, "Harriet. Pleased to meet you, Ron."

"Harriet, do you like photography?"

"On occasions, I take pictures with my phone, but the quality does not come close to yours. However, I like to see photos in books, exhibitions, and museums."

"If you are interested, next time before coming here, I can download nice pictures I took lately on the camera's memory card and show you."

"That will be great! How often and what times you come here?"

"Weather permits, I arrive around 10 am, and stay here for about an hour."

"Will you be here tomorrow?"

"Yes."

Harriet grinned, "See you then."

...

The next day was warmer. By 10 am, it was 40 degrees, and the snow on the ground was melting. I shot 2 photos before Harriet showed up. She smiled at me and handed me a small package.

I was surprised, "What is that?"

"I baked a chocolate cake and thought you might like it. I put 2 pieces, one for you and one for your wife."

"Thank you, that was nice of you, but these days I live alone."

"How come?"

"It's a long story, but I am separated, and my wife lives in New York. Are you married?"

"I used to be. My dear husband died of cancer 4 years ago."

"Sorry to hear that."

"That's OK. I had enough time to get over it."

I showed Harriet 10 photos on the camera's screen, and she loved them. "You really ARE a good photographer. And to know you did it with a simple camera is amazing!"

We continued talking and strolled side by side. This time, she had on a short, thinner coat with a midi style skirt and no hat. I still couldn't tell her age, but she looked good. After a while, I glanced at my watch. It showed 12 noon. I said, "I usually go for lunch at this hour. Care to join me?"

She hesitated, "I took too much of your time already. I do not wish to impose..."

"Lady, with all due respect, if I didn't want you around, I'd just say I needed to leave."

Her grin was sweet, "Where would you like to go?"

"I am not picky. For me Panera is good, but if you prefer to go elsewhere, I am willing to try it."

"Panera is fine, but I pay my share."

I sighed, "It means you'll never invite me to drink coffee at your house."

Harriet glanced at me quizzically.

I smiled, "Because if you pay for your food at Panera, it means that once I am invited to your house, I'll have to pay for my coffee. By the way, how much do I owe you for the 2 pieces of cake I got the other day?..."

She giggled, "I got the message. OK, you pay."

In Panera, Harriet took half an apple salad and coffee, and I selected creamy tomato soup and a toasted Italiano sandwich. Judging by her face, she was about 60 years old. Before sitting, both of us removed our coats. She wore a long-sleeved blouse, and her figure looked attractive.

"Harriet, with a body like this, you probably exercise a lot."

"Not really. I possess good genes. Nobody in my family is overweight. I do exercise, but only twice a week for half an hour each time, and then I use the jacuzzi."

"You are lucky."

After lunch, before separating, Harriet touched my arm, "Ron, I do wish to invite you for a coffee at my house, provided you do not insist on paying." She winked mischievously.

...

The following afternoon, at 4:30 pm as agreed, I was at her front door. Harriet opened the door with a broad smile. Now, for the first time, I could see her body without the 17 layers of clothes. Her face was not pretty but pleasant. Her brown, slightly silvery hair was short. Harriet's figure was as I thought the previous day: Lean, yet showing reasonable curves at the chest and hips.

I noticed her eyes explored my body too. I had nothing to hide: I was short, balding, and wearing glasses, all of which she probably noticed before. At least I remembered to shave and wear clean clothes and shoes...

She led me to her living room and went back to the kitchen to make the coffee. The living room was cozy: Comfortable sofa, a large TV set mounted on the wall, and multiple scenery photos of different parks.

When she arrived with the hot drinks, I asked who took the pictures that hung on the walls. She said, "Before my husband started having symptoms, we used to take long weekends and drive to highly recommended parks throughout the midwest. He was the family photographer. After his death, I enlarged my favorite photos, and these are now on the walls."

"Have you ever been abroad?"

"Only once. We flew to Cancun on one of our vacations. I loved this trip. Unfortunately, 2 other trips we planned on going to, were canceled for personal reasons."

"You are still young. From experience, going abroad for a week may be an enjoyable experience."

"Where have you traveled to?"

"To many destinations, from Europe to Asia, South America, little in Africa, and of course, North America."

"Which one did you like the most?"

I chortled, "It's very hard to compare trips. How can you compare Japan to the Galapagos Islands? Or Chile to Morocco?... And it's not just the destination that counts. A lot depends on the company you go with, the weather, traffic, etc."

She grinned, "So you are a world traveler."

"I was until recently. However, the person I used to travel the most with, is no longer available. I still make trips with my wife and adult children, but due to logistical reasons, a big trip with them happens only once a year."

She laughed. I asked what was so funny. She said, "We both are single, recently retired, love photography, and would like to travel, but we do not have a partner to do it with..."

I stared at Harriet, "Is this a hint?..."

"I didn't mean it as a hint, but it's intriguing, don't you think?"

I stood up, "Lady, I took too much of your time. Thanks for the coffee and the cake. If at any time you are bored, and have nobody more pleasant to spend time with, call me. I'll be happy to take you to a restaurant or the movies."

"Ron, is your offer a pleasantry or a genuine one?"

"I definitely meant it."

"I think we are no longer teenagers, and calling the offer 'a date' sounds ridiculous, but is this what you are proposing?"

"Harriet, we don't know much about each other, but my hunch is that both of us are ready to move on, and I find you interesting and attractive."

She mumbled, "I had the same thought about you when we were in the park."

"Harriet, what first, movie or dinner?"

"A movie will be good. I haven't been to the theater in years. When I wanted to watch a movie, I saw it on Hulu on my TV."

"What kind of movies you like?"

"My favorites are movies that make me think. Whether it's a foreign, a detective, or a thriller. If it's are not too gory, an epic or action movie will do as well."

"YOU choose the movie you wish to see, call or text me, and we'll go."

I kissed her cheek and left.

...

I got a text later in the evening, 'If you haven't seen it yet, we can watch the movie Trap. It's with Josh Hartnett, and I always liked him.'

So 2 evenings later, I went to pick her up for the movie. Harriet looked much better. With makeup and lipstick, she could pass for 10 years younger than before. She wore a midi dress and smelled terrific. I smiled and told her she looked good. Harriet grinned, took my hand in hers, and that way, we entered the theater.

The room had too many empty seats; either because it was in the middle of the week, or people were less inclined to leave their house for that kind of a movie.

I won't reveal the plot, but it starts with a father going with his daughter to a concert. The film had dramatic and thrilling moments. Much of the time, Harriet's eyes were focused on the screen, while my eyes wandered from watching the movie to glancing at my companion. One time she turned to me, and our eyes met. She smiled and rested her head on my shoulder. I hugged her upper arm and concentrated on the plot.

When the movie ended, Harriet said she liked it. I did too, despite mediocre ratings by the critics. We left the theater hand in hand. When we reached her house, she asked if I cared for a nightcap. I looked into her eyes and said, "Last time I dated a girl, inviting somebody for a nightcap meant something else..."

She smiled, "Ron, life is short. We seem to have chemistry, so if you can and want it, I'm all for it."

I blurted, "Your offer is tempting, but I'd like to have a raincheck. Is it OK to postpone 'the nightcap' to Saturday morning? Tonight, there is something I need to do before going to sleep."

"Absolutely. Is 9:30 or 10 am OK?"

"I'll be at your house at 10 am."

My reason for postponing our first sexual encounter was practical: In men, the highest level of testosterone occurs during late morning hours. I also preferred to take half a tablet of Viagra before leaving the house; after all, I was in my 70s. With Nelly, I've used it 3 times before to enhance my performance.

...

Saturday morning, Harriet opened the door wearing a long white robe. Her face was done with makeup and red lipstick. The curtains were shut with the lights dimmed. I heard soft music and saw a couple of lit candles in two corners. She assumed a sexy pose, leaning on the door frame, and asked, "Care for a drink first?"

I smiled, "I don't NEED it if that's what you mean."

She just stood there and ogled my face, waiting for me to make the first move.

I moved slowly in her direction, and kissed her lightly. Her hands hugged my neck. I kissed her harder, and her lips split, allowing my tongue to explore her mouth. Harriet was a good kisser. She pressed her body onto mine, and I felt her soft breasts crush my chest. My palm cupped her covered boob and caressed it tenderly. She purred in my mouth. My pecker began engorging. I kneaded her tit harder, and she mumbled, "Let's go to bed."

Her bedroom was pitch-black. She whispered, "Please, let's do it in the dark. I am not young, and today I'd like you to imagine my body rather than see it."

Slowly my eyes got used to the darkness, and I could vaguely see the bed and Harriet's figure. The only details I noticed were her flat tummy and that her breasts weren't big, likely B cup. I undressed, feeling my dick was at half mast. We faced each other naked, kissing, and our hands trailed each other's body. Her nipple was already hard. I fondled it. She moaned, and her fingers found my cock. The mere touch of her cool fingers sent my organ to a higher height. She gently massaged it. My hand moved to her tummy and then to her mound. Her bush hair was curly and soft. I went lower, feeling her folds were already moist.

She murmured, "Last night I had a dream about sex with you. I woke up horny. When you entered the door, I remembered my dream..."

"Harriet, is it OK to give you oral?"

"Please, don't. I'll be devastated if you don't like the smell or taste... Let's just try regular sex first."

I moved between her thighs, and gradually penetrated her pussy. It was neither too tight nor too wide, just right. I started pounding the vagina while tweaking her tits. They were warm, soft, and pleasant to the touch. The stiff nipples were very sensitive. As I increased my thrusts, her breathing rate increased, and her moans turned louder. Her pelvis now countered mine. I went up another notch and she whimpered, followed by a short shiver. I heard her mumble, "Dear god, I miissed this feeeling. It's sooo good!..."

My own arousal was fast approaching the point of no return. I French kissed her lips, and used one hand to rub her breast and the other to nudge her clitoris. Her body jolted as her climax took over her. I erupted half a minute later, dumping my load deep in her pussy. When my member began deflating, I pulled out, and lay on my back, resting.

Harriet remained motionless for 10 minutes, and then she raised her upper body, "Ronny, thank you. I needed that." I chuckled, "You say it as if I did it as a favor to you. Lady, I cannot SEE your body, but the way it felt and acted, I could tell it's very sexy, and I enjoyed our sex no less than you."

She kissed me lightly and said, "The bathroom is on the left. You go first." I did. When I exited, Harriet rushed in. I turned on the lights. The bedroom was simple but looked feminine, homey, and comfortable. I turned the lights off again, wanting Harriet to decide WHEN I was allowed to see her body.

She came out covered in her robe and smiled, "I thought you took the opportunity and dressed up."

"I didn't, but I will now." I put on my clothes, and we sat in the kitchen for a coffee with cheesecake. I grinned, "It's very tasty. Do you cook because you like it or you feel you HAVE to do it?"

"I like to make cakes. As of late, I haven't worked much in the kitchen, because I didn't need much for only me..."

Later, we went to the same park we met in, and strolled hand in hand.

...

As of now, we've been dating for about a month. Our relationship progressed beautifully: We like each other and spend time together. Our sexual chemistry is also excellent. A week ago, we agreed to travel to Argentina in late spring. Harriet and I cherish our life together.

The excitement of a new and successful relationship is in the air.