Janice: Age - 60; Stats: 36B-26-38, 130 lbs. Height: 70 inches. She could not be considered beautiful in the Vogue sense but Mature would have signed her to a contract without hesitation. Knowing which colors and materials brought out her best side she dressed in unstated elegance. Weight would never be a problem. A Wholesome diet and regular exercise maintained her figure. Men and women were constantly having a good, long look.
Bill: Age - 65; Stats: 44-34-38, 195 lbs. Height: 74 inches. Men don't have a cup size. He wasn't model material but there was a presence that was reinforced when he looked at you with his hazel eyes. He kept in shape but was loosing the battle for control of his abs. Injuries to his spine prohibited the type of exercise that would have produced flat abs. The cut and color of his clothing had been selected to accentuate his overall appearance but not draw attention to his height.
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Janice had been a resident of the complex for five years. She participated in the sponsored activities on an irregular basis. There had been men at the complex that provided a casual 'roll in the hay'. When Janice attempted to engage their minds all were lacking. They thought with their gonads and their intelligence was limited to football on TV.
Bill was a newcomer of just six months. He had met many of the residents while checking his mail, doing his laundry or paying his rent. It took awhile for names to earn a place in his memory. Faces were there like photographs without captions. Janice's face was there, but unlike so many others, with a caption attached. The lady in his mental photograph had mischief behind the eyes, a damn good-looking body and a spark of something. If something happened fine, if nothing happened that was okay as well. He had never been taught the signs that a woman was interested in him and he should follow up.
It was a chance meeting that made Bill stick in Janice's mind. Oh she had seen him around. Janice might have said hello while getting her mail or even finishing her laundry. The meeting took place at the complex office. She had a meeting and didn't want to be late but her rent was due. If Janice waited until after the meeting the office would be closed and in her mind the rent would be overdue.
Being in a rush Janice didn't see the office door being opened. She did feel the body she bounced off of. Janice also felt the hands that grasped her arms to prevent her from stumbling backward. When she inhaled Janice caught Bill's scent. Sunny, woodsy and a scent she had trouble defining. Janice was about to apologize when she heard.
"I'm sorry, I should have been paying attention to where I was going," Bill said.
"Oh, I didn't see you come out the door. I was in a rush," stammered Janice.
"Then I shall not delay you further," Bill replied with a half bow while holding the door open.
"Thank you," Janice said as she entered the office.
Janice paid her rent and was almost out the door when she turned and said, "Jim, who was that man I practically ran over?"
Jim replied, "That's the new guy, Bill. He lives in 207."
"Thanks, I have to run. Bye!" Janice said as she left the office.
Bill having returned to his apartment searched through his mental photographs. He still didn't know the name but the caption was updated. She was attractive with a firm body and her scent was cantaloupe and forest dew. Filing the information away Bill went on about his normal routine.
Janice made the meeting with a few minutes to spare. By the time the meeting was over she was slightly churlish and testy. Her clothes added to the dilemma. They didn't seem to fit right and they irritated her skin.
Marie, a long-standing co-worker came up to Janice after the meeting. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"I don't know." Janice replied, "Usually these meetings are no big deal."
"Well, knowing you as I do," Marie said looking at Janice's blouse, "I'd say that you were bitten by the horny bug."
"Nonsense!" Janice said tartly, "I'll go home, have a bubble bath, enjoy a glass of sparkling cider and relax. Be back to normal tomorrow." Saying good-bye to Marie and the others present Janice left for home and follow the advice she had given herself.
As Janice drove home her thoughts were on things external that might change the way her skin was reacting to her clothes. 'Did I change the brand of detergent or fabric softener', she thought to herself.
Arriving home Janice checked her mail and after securely locking her door she hung her overcoat in the hall closet. Crossing to the living room windows Janice started to close the blinds. Working the drawstrings Janice glanced out the window. She caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. Janice saw the head and shoulders of a man in the apartment directly across from hers but on the second floor. Doing a quick calculation Janice realized she was seeing Bill, the man she had bumped into earlier that day.
Finished with drawing the blinds Janice lowered her arms. The action renewed the skin irritation. Janice tugged her blouse from her slacks as she walked towards the bedroom. Passing the linen closet on the way Janice slid open the door and peered inside. There on the normal shelf lay her regular brand of detergent and fabric softener. Stepping into her bedroom Janice finishing the process of unbuttoning and removing her blouse. She realized, while tossing the garment into the hamper, that the irritation was partially gone. Reaching behind her Janice undid the button that secured the waistband of her slacks. Sliding the zipper down removed more of the skin irritation. Janice walked over to her bed, turned around and slid her slacks down over shapely hips. Letting the slacks fall to the floor Janice sat down to finish the removal process. As she bent over to retrieve her slacks Janice caught a whiff of her own scent.
Janice left her slacks on the floor. One hand hovered above her crotch. It felt heated. Her other hand did a close scan of her breasts. They felt heated too. 'Horny bug indeed', Janice thought to herself as her fingers flipped the front closure bra open and peeled the cups away from her breasts. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as warm air caressed her now nude breasts. Glancing down Janice saw her nipples swell into hard marbles. Standing up Janice slid the bra straps off her shoulders. Lowering her arms she allowed the garment to fall onto the bed. With hands and arms free Janice lowered her tap panties over her toned buttocks to join the slacks on the floor. Stepping out of the puddle of material surrounding her feet Janice bent down, picked up her clothes and tossed them into the still open hamper.
'Free at last', came to her mind as Janice quickly did a series of full-body stretches. 'No horny bug here', she said to herself, 'Just a bitch in heat. This is going to take more than a bubble bath and a glass of sparkling cider'. Walking around her queen size bed Janice opened the bottom drawer of the nightstand. Extracting the Ben-Wa balls lying within she closed the drawer and headed towards the adjoining bath. "Oh my God!" Janice yelped out loud. She had been so involved in finding out the cause of her skin irritation that her bedroom blinds had remained open. Blushing with embarrassment Janice rushed to the blinds and closed them. Continuing on towards the bathroom she clutched the Ben-Wa balls tightly in her hand. Approaching the toilet Janice placed one foot on the toilet and slid the still cool balls into her vagina. A small shudder swept across her body.
Talking to herself Janice said, "No bubble bath for you, girl. This situation requires a full session of self-gratification." The decision made she raised the toilet seat, sat down, and relieved herself. Finishing her toilette Janice wandered into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Janice was chopping up the last of the spiced chicken when she knew Bill's unidentified scent. Sex! Damn the man. He knows you showered after a good session. If he hadn't had sex then he recently masturbated and didn't wash.