The following story is written expressly for Anne and other 60 something silver haired beauties who fantasize about spreading their legs for a twenty something stud.
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Laura Jane Hudson sat in the far back seat of the family limousine on their way back from the funeral of her husband of 41 years. She twisted her fingers in her shoulder length, silver grey hair she had worn the same way sense high school. It was black back then. Now, it only had streaks of black. Gazing out of the window she thought about the good and bad times. They had faced the bad times together and throughly enjoyed the good times, together.
Laura had driven her self to the mortuary, but didn't feel like driving herself home. She wished that she had said something at the grave side ceremony when they let her come back in the limo by herself, because her car was back at the mortuary. So, when she noticed Steven Thorton, a young man her late husband Bill liked quite a bit, standing a few yards away from where she exited the limo, Laura approached him, "Hello Steve, how are you?" extending her right hand.
Steve took her hand in both of his, "I'm alright Missus Hudson. So very sorry for your loss. I just got back from college yesterday. The news hit me like a ton of bricks. But anyway, how are you doing?"
Laura looked up into the clear blue eyes of Steve thinking, "What a hunk you've grown up to be. You must be over six feet tall. So much like my husband when we were just married." Then she answered him, "I don't know just yet, Steve. I really don't know. It was so quick and unexpected. Bill bent over to pick up a box, grabbed his chest, tried to straighten up, then fell over dead. Doctors said that his aorta artery broke off from his heart. He was dead before he hit the floor."
"I'm sorry Missus Hudson, so very sorry."
"Thank you Steve. Are you waiting for someone?"
"My mom was suppose to pick me up. If I had a cellphone, I'd call and find out where she is. Or, if she forgot me. I'm fairly sure it's the later."
Laura said, "I have a cellphone. But ahm, would you care to drive me home? My car is right over here, but I'd rather not drive right now. We are having a little wake at the house, family and friends. I could get you home after that. You can use my cellphone to call your mother and tell her not to worry about it." She then dug the phone out of her purse and handed it to him.
"Sure Missus Hudson. And, yeah, I'll give my mom a call. She most likely forgot, anyway."
After the wake, Steve remained to help Laura rearrange the furniture. When everything was back in order, Laura asked, "Did you get enough to eat?"
"Oh yeah." replied Steve.
"Well then, why don't we have a glass of wine and relax a bit? A California Cabernet sound good? It's a heavy red that should go with a roast beef dinner, or something like that. But, I like it in the evenings."
Steve smiled and replied, "I'm certainly no wine connoisseur, but it sounds good to me."
"Good." she said, "Have a seat out on the patio. I'll get the wine."
He sat watching the sunset turn to dusk when she handed him a glass of very dark purple wine. Before she sat down, she asked, "Does it make much difference when you get back home."
"Missus Hudson, I'm sleeping on the couch and I don't get to sleep until everybody else does. I had planned to find a room to rent, then show up for work for Bill Hudson on Monday. Attending his funeral was not in my plans."
She sat down in the chair next to him. "I see. Well, it put a real big crimp in my plans, too. That's for sure. But Steve, I've got six bedrooms in this place and I only use one. I can rent you a room for the summer. Then you can use Bill's office to look for a job. I've even got a extra car out there you can use. And, I could use the company."
Steve took a sip of wine, "Not a bad deal, not bad at all. How much is the rent?"
"Well, I'll tellya what. There's a lot of stuff around here that Bill just didn't get to because he didn't have the energy anymore. So, for the first month at least, if you could spend a few hours a day doing some of that stuff, we could call it even. I think it was what Bill had in mind for you anyway. So, what do you think?"
"I think I'll take the deal. I'd be a real jerk to turn down something like that."
"So, you've got three years of college behind you now?"
"Yes ma'am, I do. Next year is my senior year."
"I think I remember Bill saying something about you doing four years in the Army Corp of Engineers? How old are you, now?"
"Yes ma'am, I did serve in the Corp, had a good time doing it. I just turned twenty-five."
"Ah Steve? You can call me Laura. And, yes I think it will work out good for both of us. Why don't you take the little car out there in the driveway and go get your things. I'll get your room ready."
As Steve drove to his mother's place he thought about Laura."She sure has a nice little figure and sure doesn't look any sixty years old. But, then again, what's a sixty year old suppose to look like, now days, anyway." Pulling into his mother's driveway he came to the conclusion out loud, "I don't have the slightest idea. I'm just a guy who is soon to be a senior engineering student. What do I know about older women, or any woman for that matter."
On his way back he could not get her out of his mind. He remembered that he thought she was an attractive woman when he went to work for Hudson Construction after his junior year in high school. That he was surprised to hear that she was in her early 50's back then. She seemed to be a pleasant person that would not be difficult to live around. His mind wondered back to the deal she had offered him. It was good, very good. It would solve a lot of his immediate problems. Now, if he could score some little summer job, he would be in great financial shape during his senior year. There had to be something for him in the greater South Bay area, or maybe Silicon Valley.