This continues from an earlier story when I met Chris in 'The Eagle Has Landed.'
It has been two weeks since I last literally bumped into Chris, when I say bumped... I mean she knocked me over. She's an American ex-soldier. Since that first encounter, we had met up only once again. Yes, we had sex, was the only reason to meet.
And this was again for the same reason why I stood with a bouquet and knocked on her door. No answer, I knock again and this time louder just in case she didn't hear me the first time.
Eventually, the door opens and it's Chris's mum, the old lady. As she opened it she said nothing just looks at me, so I speak first, "O... hello is Chris in?"
She seems to look at me blankly and says, "No, she's gone out."
I reply, "O... she asked me to come around today."
The old lady says, "And who are you?"
I reply, "I'm Robert... Bob."
The old lady says, "I remember you... she knocked you off your bike!"
I say, "Yes... that's me... Chris asked me to come over today; we were going to go for a meal."
The old lady says, "She's already gone out, won't be home till tomorrow."
I say, "I'm sure she said today."
I take out my phone and check her message, shit... I've made a mistake.
I look at the old lady and say, "I'm sorry, I misread the date."
I thought the message read to go out on the sixth... but it says eighth! I confused the eight for a six.
The old lady says, "Are those for me... and you can come in... you know... since I do know you."
Since Chris is not here, and the old lady has now embarrassed me about the flowers, I give them to her and say, "Thanks... I'll get back to her."
The old lady says, "I know you like coffee... want some in exchange for the flowers, I know they're not really for me."
Well, I didn't have any other plans, since Chris is not here, the old lady says, "I can't stand for too long young man."
I remember the first time I saw this lady she was being helped by her daughter Chris into a wheelchair.
She walks back into the house, leaving the door open for me as an invitation. I walk in and close the door behind me.
The old lady shouted out, "In here young man!"
Following her voice leads me to her sitting at a table, flowers placed on it. She had a cup of tea in her hand and said to me, "Water is hot... and I think you know where everything is."
I make myself a coffee and sit at the table with her.
She asks, "Not on your bike today?"
I say, "I had a ride earlier... this morning."
Then taking me by surprise she says, "I bet you were hoping for a different sort of ride this evening!"
I don't respond, just look at her and smile, and then comment, "I thought you were in a wheelchair."
She says, "Still need one now and again, only if I'm going to be traveling for any length of time. I'm fine around the house."
I say, "I don't think I know your name."
She replies, "Gladys."
I take a sip of my coffee and almost spit it out when she says, "I'm sixty-two and still sexually active."
I say, "O... okay!"
Gladys says, "I watched you both... you know... that first time."
I say, "Watched us!"
Gladys didn't seem to mince her words, "Fucking... you two... fucking."
I suddenly remember, and say, "O... okay, I thought you were asleep... Chris said you had taken some medication."
Gladys says, "I did, but the noise you both made... woke the fuckin dead."
I reply, "I'm... sorry."
Gladys says, "Don't be, as I remember you gave her a good fucking... and smacked her around a bit."
I do remember, I slapped her tits and arse, she slapped my cock and we did make a lot of noise, I say we, it was mostly Chris.
My face must have gone red as Gladys says, "No need to blush young man, as I recall you have a decent cock," Gladys rubbed the palm of her hand on my crotch, right on my cock under the table.
That only made me go redder; she stood as she finished and asked, "Want any more?"
I reply, "O... no, no thank you."
I stand and was about to say that I would be leaving when she says, "Any chance you fancy older women?"
I say, "I don't have a preference like that I don't think."
Gladys says, "She's not coming home tonight, and I bet if you go home now, not having fucked, you'll have a wank before you put the lights out."
She has a funny way of putting things, sort of just saying what she thought, and maybe just saying what is probably the truth.
I don't know how to respond, I step slowly towards the door and say, "Thanks for the coffee. I'll call Chris tomorrow."
Gladys says, "Make that late tomorrow; she should be back here by then."
I ask, "Is she out all day?"
Gladys replies, "My dear, you don't know her. You've fucked her... but you don't know her."
I don't know what to make of that, I say again, "Thanks for the coffee."
Gladys says, "She's a sex fiend. She's out right now with two of her ex-army guys. I say guys... more gorillas... their cocks make your one look like a match-stick. They'll be fucking till the cows come home... and that's as I said, late tomorrow."
Was not the sort of thing I wanted to hear but puts me in my place. Gladys walks past me and says, "If you want to get your end away... as I said, I'm still active. But, and this is the big but, I haven't been fucked for over three years."
I take a big gulp and watch her go up a few steps. She looks back down towards me and says, "I suppose it's not the age hey honey... who'd want to stick their cock into this face."
I stand frozen by her comment; she must have thought I was in two minds.
She says, "Look, young man, your night is free, and you're free," pointing at the front door, "That is your exit and a hand-job on yourself."