"So, why don't you just come and live at my place?" she asked.
"Well I don't know, wouldn't people talk?"
"Who the hell cares? At this point, I'm 60 years old and could give a darn less what anyone thinks," she exclaimed.
"Well, ok, I'm in," I said and with that, we shook hands and laughed.
Mary was a 60 year old widow who I had met when I first moved to this small Cape Cod town about six months ago. She was one of the first people I had met when I moved here after having been transferred to a job on the Cape. I'm 31 and work for a government contractor who supports various military agencies. I was really looking forward to being here for the outdoor activities as being an ex-soldier, I liked to work out and stay in shape and be active.
When I found out I was being transferred, my girlfriend was not pleased and demanded that I choose her or the job. I guess if you are reading this, you know how that turned out. Anyway, I figured being young and in good shape, being nearly 6 feet tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, I should be able to find something to keep busy.
Since I didn't really know anyone in the town, I signed up to join the Historical Commission since History had always been an interest of mine. They met every other Wednesday in the library and I went to my first meeting.
When I saw who showed up and met the other members, I chuckled to myself wondering if I met the age limit. Most of the members were in their 60s and older but I was immediately struck by the chairperson of the group. She was hard not to notice anyway as she ran a tight ship for the meetings and came across as a nice but firm, no-nonsense, tell it like it is old fashioned Yankee. She was about 5'7" or so, with short silver hair and what I would call a voluptuous but not fat body. She had nice round boobs and fantastic legs with a little cushion around the middle. What really got my attention was that she always dressed impeccably, wearing knee length skirts or dresses with nylons and heels and everything was always coordinated. The older gentlemen in the group were always hitting on her but she swatted them away like mosquitoes on a hot summer night. If you were not on her good side, life could be difficult and she was like the unofficial mayor of the town. Luckily, she seemed to at least tolerate me and dare I say, even liked me a bit.
I eagerly dove in and soon developed a routine between work and the Commission. I got to work on a number of projects and started to get to know her. After the meetings, a number of folks would go to the local diner and have coffee and dessert and just basically shoot the breeze. Most of the time, the rest of the crew would leave early to go home and she and I would sit there and talk late into the night.
Although she always projected an aura of strength, I could tell she was a bit lonely. Her husband had died a few years ago and he had left her pretty well off, with a nice house right on the water and plenty of money. Since she had never had kids, she spent a lot of time gardening, reading, and working on various things around the town to keep her busy. She was fairly well educated with a degree from Harvard, and had taught high school for 30 years before retiring to take care of her husband in his last year or so. Because of her money, she was very wary of scam artists and did not trust people easily. She had a few friends but for the most part, preferred her own company.
Over the course of time, we got to know each other pretty well and developed a pretty close friendship, and I was amazed at how much I confided in her about my life including my failed experiences with the fairer sex. She would laugh and say that I had plenty of time, and that if you needed someone to make you happy, then you could never be truly happy.
She had a decent size house with three bedrooms and garage on about an acre of land. It was literally on the beach and she had a nice above ground hot tub in the backyard. After a few months, she would ask me to come by on Saturday mornings to help her with various projects like edging the garden, fixing leaky faucets, etc. I didn't mind because I liked spending time with her and I figured I would want someone to help my Mom if she was in this type of situation.
I was surprised the first time she asked me to go to a presentation in Boston about the Revolution but I went and actually found it enjoyable. She could converse on a number of topics and she was extremely erudite. It was all completely innocent and while the time together was fun, I did not even think of it going to another level. I do have to admit that I would occasionally steal glances at her nicely toned legs and secretly wished that she would unbutton one more buttons to reveal some cleavage but she was a pretty classy lady and it never went beyond that. I would be lying though if I did not admit to sometimes going home and jerking myself off to the thought of her in stockings, garter and heels riding my manhood. I just figured that was as far as it would ever get.
Anyway, I had been in town about six months when my landlord told me he was selling the house I was renting and that I had to move out in about 30 days. Mary and I were having coffee one night when I told her about it and she immediately made the offer for me to move in with her.
"Ok then, Mike," she said. "I will have my lawyer draw up a lease and you can have one of the bedrooms upstairs."
"That sounds great! I don't have a lot of stuff so it should be pretty easy to move in."
"It will be nice to have some company around the house," she said.
A few weeks later, I moved in and a few nights after I moved in, she surprised me by cooking an amazing veal parmesan dinner which I smelled as soon as I walked in the door from work.
"Holy cow," I yelled when I walked in, "Something smells amazing."
"Wash up and come to the dining room, I cooked dinner for us."
I did as she asked and when I walked in, the table was set with wine poured. She was standing next to the table and I was immediately glad that I had not taken off my suit as she was dressed to the nines. She had on a white blouse with black skirt, black hose, and black heels with a strand of pearls.
I walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek and then seated her first before taking mine.
"Wow, Mary, you look beautiful," I said.
"Oh such a charmer, you are," she smiled, "I figured you would be dressed from work so I would dress up a bit to make you comfortable. Now come on, let's eat."
After dinner, I cleared the plates and helped her clean up, and we went to the living room where she carried the bottle of wine.
"Hey, how about a fire?"
"Great", she said.
I joined her on the couch, sitting on the opposite side from her and we clinked our glasses as we sat and idly chatted. She must have really felt comfortable around me because she kicked off her heels and put her feet up on the coffee table. Her skirt rode up to a little above her knee, giving me a glimpse of her thigh, which had the immediate effect of causing an involuntary erection. I tried not to stare (too much) and hoped that my pleated pants would hide my growing excitement.
"I can't remember the last time I cooked dinner for someone," she said.
"It was awesome, Mary," I said. "Do you take requests?"
She laughed. "Don't get too used to it; I just wanted to do something nice for you. But, if you are a good boy, pay your rent, and help me around here, there could be more of those in your future."
"Don't worry, I am ok with working for food," I said and we both laughed.
After a few hours and another bottle of wine, she stood up and said she was going to bed. As she bent over to pick up her shoes, I got to look at her and admire the way that her skirt hugged her curves.
"Goodnight, Mike."
"Goodnight, Mary," I said as I watched her go off to her bedroom which was on the first floor and heard the door close.
