James woke up with a gasp. He lay in the dark, waiting for his heart to stop racing, and listened to his own labored breathing. It was the only sound he could hear. He wondered if this was a heart attack, but he didn't feel any pain. Slowly his breathing evened out and became less audible. He sighed and rolled over to his side.
That was when he noticed his erection. He touched it carefully, stroked slowly up and down the familiar shape. It was hot and hard under his palm, unyielding.
A wet dream, then. He was surprised but not completely thrown off. It had been a long time since he'd had one of those, but it looked like the plumbing was still in working order. He stroked himself lazily and pondered whether to go through the trouble. He tried to remember back to his dream but there was nothing to grasp onto.
His erection was firm. He suspected it was persistent enough to finish. He tried to let his mind wander, to summon some sexual images to focus on. His mind brushed on Lily but he steered clear. There was nothing but pain at the end of that path, and he knew every twist and turn too well.
It didn't help that the vast majority of his sexual experiences had been with Lily. They had met in college and married soon after, and he had been happily monogamous for the entirety of their forty five years of marriage. As had she to the extent of his knowledge. After she had died four years ago he had all but withered away sexually. His doctor had tried to encourage him to "get back into saddle", and other just as banal metaphors, but it just seemed like too much trouble over nothing. For the first few years he had been too grief stricken to even consider it. Now he had given up, accepted that his human connections had been severed in a way that wouldn't be renewed in his lifetime.
After Lily's death he had grown to understand their social life had been maintained by her, and after the initial surge of empathy following the funeral all communication had dwindled down. He had even stooped as low as to become chatty and uncomfortably familiar with the cashiers at the nearby grocery store. He grimaced when he thought about that. God, he was becoming a pitiful, lonely old man. Not even becoming. That was how it was.
Despite all the self pity his cock showed no signs of softening. Maybe he really needed to go through with this. He took a tighter grip and wondered if he should get up to get his laptop and search for some suitable porn. He knew how difficult it was to find anything remotely interesting, so the idea held no immediate appeal.
He stroked himself and considered just going back to sleep. Despite the heat wave hovering over the city he had slept well lately, his air conditioning had worked well enough to keep the house cool. He thought lazily of downsizing to an apartment and wondered when the big house would really get too big for him to maintain. It was a familiar trail of thought as well, and he surfed through it almost without concentrating. The house wasn't too much hassle, and he could always hire people to help. Like today, when Bethany had come around to wash his windows for him.
His cock twitched at the thought of Bethany. He stared at it in mute disbelief, or towards it, it was too dark to actually see it.
"Really?" he said out loud.
He thought of Bethany, what she had looked like climbing up and down the stepladder in her short shorts and sleeveless top. It had been another really hot day. He had sat at the porch in the shade, offering her chilled homemade lemonade between windows, and she had chattered away cheerfully like she always did and made an excellent job with the windows. He was sure he hadn't had a sexual thought in his head at the time. But now -
He thought about her firm, curvy legs. She wasn't slender like so many young women were, but she was tight and firm, her muscles flexing when she climbed up and down. He remembered the way her top had hugged her figure, the softly curving abdomen and the round perkiness of her tits.
He blushed in the dark as his cock grew harder and he realized he was really going to do this. He was going to fantasize about the neighbor girl, who was almost exactly fifty years his junior, and whom he had known nearly all her life. Bethany had moved away from home a few years back, but now Norman and Gail were on some extended cruise and visiting relatives tour to celebrate their anniversary of some outrageous amount of years, and she was house sitting for them. And as was her usual friendly, brisk and effortless way she had helped him around the house, doing chores he hadn't asked for, like washing the windows today.
Need grew in him now and he pushed the embarrassment aside. There was no harm in picturing her naked, nobody would ever know. He felt a little like he had when he was very young and first started masturbating, like someone would know, like they could see right through him and expose his dirty little secrets. At this end of his life he knew it wasn't so, and was able to turn off his inner moral police and get on with it.
He imagined Bethany's body. Her tits would be firm and round. He imagined dark nipples, puckered up in excitement. He imagined the heat drawing a bead of sweat from her long, beautiful neck, trickling slowly between the crevice of those perfect mounds. He almost saw it making its way down her body, slowly, so slowly, twisting its path randomly like raindrops in the window, guided by almost invisible fuzz of hair on her flawless skin. He imagined her pubic hair, momentarily distracted by the thought she might not have any. He knew many women shaved theirs nowadays, a fashion he had never understood. He reminded himself this was his fantasy and he was free to imagine any amount of hair he wished, and created a soft tuft of curls matching the color of her hair. Pleased with himself he spread her legs, her muscular, smooth legs, and imagined the glint of moisture, how it would be smoother than anything in the world to open her folds with his fingers, carefully, to expose the slick insides of her -
He came with a moan that startled himself. He convulsed and thick streams of semen splashed on his stomach in the darkness. He slowly eased himself out of the orgasm, slowing his hand to a stand still in synch with his pulsing. All he could hear was his labored breathing.
"Really?" he said down to his prick again, but it still didn't answer.
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James sat on the porch, nursing his mid morning coffee, when Bethany came out the adjacent house.
"Good morning, mister Wilson!" she said cheerfully and crossed the lawn to her side of the picket fence. He got up from his chair and walked down the stairs and across his own lawn to meet her.
"Please, just call me James," he said. "Mister Wilson makes me feel so old."
She let out a tingling laugh. "Sure, James. Or is it Jim?"
"No, actually," he said with a smile. "There were so many Jims around back in the day I was never one. But you can call me Jim if you want to."
She laughed again. "Sure thing, mister - James."
"Are you going somewhere?" he asked, wanting to distract her from his clumsy small talk. After her unexpected visit to his fantasies last night he felt like he was in high school again, trying to talk to a girl he was interested in. Some things just didn't seem to get easier with age. Or maybe he was just so rusty, having spent nearly all of his life with someone he didn't need to woo once it was done.
"To the beach," Bethany answered and gestured to the stripey bag she had left on the pathway. "My friends are picking me up soon."
"Sounds nice," he said, nodding his head. "It certainly is the weather for it."
Sun was shining as relentlessly as it had done for the past two weeks already. There wasn't a cloud in sight, the sky was the washed out blue it was when it got really hot. James had mainly stuck to the shadows, but he observed that Bethany's skin had developed a beautiful, golden brown tan. The small hairs on her arms had turned light and contrasted the wonderful hue of her skin beautifully. He wondered where she would have tan lines and then tried fervently to think of something else. Thank God he was definitely too old to develop unwanted boners in situations like this.
