When my wife Debra passed last year of that COVID crap, somehow I was lucky and didn't get it. She was in Boston at the time, me on the Oregon coast, her own Mom had passed and she inherited a lot of property and stuff. I visited just once there, she wasn't sick yet plus I realized that no way in hell was I ever going to live in Boston, not this Oregon coast old man. Different lifestyle, too many people. So, I came home and barely 3 months later, the bad news.
My life as it was before was pretty much over, even as old folks Debra and I stayed active, and we had a solid once, sometimes twice a week sex life. She was the kind of woman that absolutely loved sex, and she spent a lot of time doing her level best to make sure her partner, (me) was up and ready to go as often as possible.
That is not a bad thing, and as a Doctor, my Debs knew very well that plenty of sex is good for a person. So, she tended to be.. naughty, which I happen to LOVE in a woman. Have you ever seen your own wife get up on a stage and dance stark naked for a roomful of old coots at a men's club??
I have.
Life with Debra was one thing after another, I never knew what to expect. But, I was happy.
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Then, suddenly no partner, and no hope for one?
I more or less just gave up for quite awhile, I quit writing, I quit doing much of anything, I did a lot of sitting and watching TV without really watching it.
Once in awhile I would go down to the waterfront cafe, swap lies with the overly muscled fishermen.
I even spent some time fishing, I know about where every fish is out on the jetties, and have most of them named after fishing there for 50 years in the cracks between the rocks. Some of the boulders have holes underneath them that hold fish pretty large, but a person needs to know which ones do and which ones don't.
It's fun to watch the tourists too, they show up with poles and lines strong enough to tow a trailer with, cast WAY out in the river where there is nothing but Seals and Sealions that have long since eaten everything that dared to venture out there. I stand behind them dragging foot long and more fish out from under the rocks they are sitting on, that gets me some odd looks. Especially since I use 4# test line and one tiny little split shot, or I take my 10' long Bamboo pole, with six inches of stout line and a hook. That I just shove down into the cracks, the fish grab the Shrimp I use for bait, that works very well.
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Still, my old body needed touch, and the nice lady at the hair salon that also was very "friendly" with some extras following one of her waxing procedures unfortunately closed down during the pandemic. No idea where she moved to, that was quite a loss for guys like me.
I was down to... nothing, and no real hopes for any action going on, not at my age.
Then I spotted this ad for massage, gal named Sami, and she came right to the house. Somehow she got the vaccine, I also got mine, so we were about as safe as it is possible to be.
Neat, and I have my own table, which makes it easy. No hanky panky though, the Oregon Massage board has a bunch of blue noses on it, any kind of sexy touch gets their panties in a bunch and they think nothing of $6000 and up fines and suspensions. But having found a few of the more willing ladies in the past, I know the massage at home is where the odds in our favor vastly increase. A NICE tip helps like hell there too, and I don't have any real need to be careful with money at my age. But while this was a cute young thing, no happy ending, not even a hint of one. Nice massage though.
Then, at the 3rd session she sent her Mom, no messing around there, she had me figured out in seconds, walked into the spare room naked as a jaybird!! Now that was just plain COOL, in all of the massages I have had done before, this was a first. No need to hint, make suggestions, try to break the ice, here was Mom, nice boobs, hairy bush, ready to go and no concerns about the happy ending which she did and was damn GOOD at it!!
Say what you will, some intimate human touch after months of nothing can make an old man feel alive again. She managed to make me fire off at least a foot into the air, at my age, that doesn't happen often.
After that, when Sami came over the next time, the massage also included one of those happy endings, and she even took her top off, her slacks stayed on that time. The next week, the slacks came off also, she was every bit as hairy as her Mom down there. Just like that, I became one of their "special" regulars, every Saturday morning an hour and some change was all mine.
The next thing that happened was I was sitting watching Family Feud on TV and there was a knock on my door. I opened to to a sort of nice looking white haired little old lady carrying a... pie.
Now I didn't know her, and I thought I knew everyone in our little town. She introduced herself as Martha, she said she knew I had recently lost my wife and just wanted to do something neighborly.
