I have been living in a custom designed tenement block for the over fifties for five years. There are generally single people living here in comfortable studio flats.
They are mainly the more mature shall we say, women. The guys are outnumbered by about 70% so there is plenty of scope if you are still active and okay about contact.
It took me about three years to get to know people and now I am having a ripe old time making friends with so many diverse personalities, and there are some very nice characters here.
And need I say, quite delectable too and generally eager to make friends to ease loneliness.
I have already got on quite well with my neighbour, Joan who likes to fuss me with home made cakes and buns and a little bit of 'how's your father' between,
She is about sixty but still able to make it with me about one afternoon per week, when she is not suffering with her lumbago. And I am quite pleased to be of service to her. She is usually very quickly satisfied with a little bit of mischief and a joyful bonding when I gently ride her on her mattress and it is lovely.
But now I am with Lizzy, my next door neighbour but one, who is a real chatterbox. On the face of it she appears to be an eccentric and slightly goofy, and yet I feel there is some intelligence there. She must be at least sixty but I find her quite attractive and when she kept asking me in to see her books, she claims to be a children's writer, I have made several excuses to avoid her. But lately I have come to realise her sexuality is still flourishing and thought I would give it a try.
After all I am into writing too so we have that in common. Although our genres are quite different. But maybe, just maybe we would have a lot more in common too. And I am always game for a new casual affair. Joan is fine but limited so I soon get bored, but I have a feeling that Lizzy could tick more boxes.
Anyway, there we were, sat upon her comfortable couch looking through her books and generally discussing her merits. She was still the never ending chatterbox but I did manage to get a word or two in.
I wanted to know who her male visitor was who came regularly on a Wednesday evening. Just curious that's all. He seemed to spend a lot of his time in her kitchen cooking and she told me his name was Percy whom she had befriended at the bus stop. That he was retired chef and liked to keep his hand in and cooked her a good meal.
That was as far as I got because she was off again talking about her books, but I got the notion that he wasn't anything special in her eyes.
As she spoke to me face to face, she had this way of looking straight into my eyes like she could tell what I was thinking, but all the time she was very skittish and obviously enjoyed my company. I realised I was warming to her despite the fact that she seemed to be not quite with it, but she was a woman who smelt nice, whatever perfume she was wearing and kept her flat immaculate.
"I will make a cup of tea now" she suddenly said. "One or two sugars?"
"None" I returned; "I am sweet enough"
She looked at me and smiled openly and said she would bring in some biscuits too, that did I like hobnobs?
"Hobnobs will do fine, Lizzy>"
"You are easily pleased Alex, I can see that."
Where was all this going I was thinking, just a friendly chat maybe and teas and biscuits, or something else too. I could not imagine that anything would develop because if she was in need, like Joan, of some intimate comfort she was probably getting that from her Wednesday visitor. I had noticed in passing her kitchen window she had been wearing a black bra when he was there.
