My wife and I recently divorced after 30 years of marriage and I told my boss to go to hell. I just got fed up with the bullshit. I've done everything anyone asked me to do all my life. I decided right, wrong or indifferent I would spend the rest of my years doing what I wanted to do.
That's what brought me to Miami. I have always loved the ocean breezes. I noticed a job in the Sunday classified section for a superintendent in a small exclusive apartment building on the beach. This was the beginning of the best years of my life to date.
Don't get me wrong, I'm no hunk. I look like any guy 53 years old. My hair is mostly gray and really thinning especially in the back. I'm 6 feet tall and weight 200 pounds and can still button a size 34 waist pants.
I've also never been, nor am I now a skirt chaser. Women and sex were the last things on my mind when I applied for and took this job. But, in the first three days on my new job I not only got the drift of what some of the tenants considered part of my duties as a super, but got a whole new appreciation of women much older than myself.
The tenants in this building range in age from about 60 years old up to 85. For the most part they are married couples and widows. Judging from the look and attitude of the men in the building, they are totally disinterested in sex or in some cases disinterested in sex with their wives. However, this is defiantly not the case with 90% of the women in my building.
I have fucked, not made love to, fucked, 6 of the 70 women tenants in my building. The youngest was about 64 and the oldest was 82. All of them went at it like gangbusters. This was serious business to them. None of them was the least bit shy or coy. They knew what they wanted and they didn't stop until they got it.
