Sylvia Ilene Killian sold her large four bedroom home and moved just before Christmas, she had been living there all alone for two years since her husband Ernie unexpectedly died in a car crash coming home from work one slick December night.
She moved into the senior citizen condo community located on the river. It was a new start for her.
Sylvia better known as Silky to her friends had been busy ever since her arrival reorganizing her new space and getting to know her neighbors.
She admitted, when she had a spare moment to sit down, that this was the best move she had ever made. In her home she had been sad, barely able to get out of bed. Here from the time the sun came up there was something to do or someone calling all the time.
Finally two weeks after New Year's she had gotten the last of her boxes unpacked and the house set up and she decided to have a party for all those people who had helped a new neighbor feel welcome. She would have it on Valentines Day. A brunch to tell everyone thanks.
The next morning she started planning. One person in particular she wanted to be sure got an invitation was Bill Pearson. He had been there it seemed every time she needed help with something heavy or something electronic a real lifesaver. They had even gone out to dinner twice and a play but like a true gentleman he always left her at the door. She felt a little guilty about her feelings for Bill, almost like she was cheating on Ernie but they were just friends she told herself and if it developed into anything else Ernie wouldn't begrudge her.
Both Ernie and she had enjoyed a highly successful sexual life to the day he died at sixty-two and he would understand she missed it. Those plastic toys just weren't the same and couldn't cuddle with you after you had your climax. She missed the cuddling.
Valentine's Day seemed to come overnight but Sylvia was ready. She had sent out homemade cookie invitations with the date and time, decorated the house, and prepared all the food. She was a great cook having started out in their restaurant and cooked until it got so big they had to hire professionals.
The brunch table looked fantastic, the bar was ready with not only coffee, tea, and hot chocolate, but also with mimosas and other drinks suitable for a brunch after all here they could all walk home.
The doorbell rang at exactly noon the time on the invitation and the first guest was Bill. He came bearing a flower for her dress and a small box of chocolate. She recognized the label they were handmade, they were expensive, and they were delicious. She smiled as she invited him in and thanked him for his gifts. She could see others coming so standing up on tiptoe she whispered into his ear.
"I'll put these in the fridge for us to enjoy later."
He leaned down with a smile and gave her a sweet kiss on her lips." I like promises I hope that is one." She nodded yes.
"Would you take care of any drinks for me please Bill I could use a host?"
He agreed and as he passed she thought she felt his hand casually pat her ass. She looked over at him as she greeted her next two guests and he winked. She felt a warm flush, as her mind took her where her body already wanted to go. She was sixty but a very alive sixty evidently Bill agreed.
All twenty seven people Silky had invited attended. She was kept busy from noon until almost five when the last guest except for Bill finally left. She had hired help to wait on people and clean up so she left them to their job and Bill and she took their drinks into the living room where she gratefully sank into her favorite corner on her long sectional.
Reaching up she pulled some pins and let her hair down just as she kicked her heels off and tucked her feet under her body.
"I am really tired, but I think it went well."
He laughed and plunked down next to her.
"You were a success. Did you really cook all the food? It was fantastic."
She smiled,
'I started out with my late husband at Killian's, cooking until we could afford to hire professionals. I like to think I was as responsible for its success as he was in the front of the house."
Bill looked surprised.
"It's funny I used to eat there all the time in fact I still do, and yet I never connected you with the restaurant. It's a lovely place, the kind of neighborhood café where you know people, they k now you and its comfortable for a weekday dinner or a special occasion."
She took his hand and squeezed it. "Thank you Bill that is the nicest compliment I ever heard, that is exactly what we wanted it to be."
He pulled her toward him and she willingly moved as he bent his head and claimed her mouth.
"I have wanted to do that since this morning when the ladies interrupted us."
Silky said", then shut up and do it again." He did.
Finally curled up and watching the boats pass on the river out her door wall she asked him,
