The Village Senior Center Part Vii

The Village VII

Retirement Community

I woke up to my phone ringing. I saw it was Helen but I was hesitant in answering it not knowing what she had decided. Being positive, I answered the call. Helen started the conversation by thanking me again for last night. She told me how much it meant to her that I supported her like I did. I told her it was my pleasure.

Then, she told me that she put much thought into my invitation. She decided she would accept my offer on one condition. She wanted to go to the store and shop for a bathing suit first. She said Dillard's opened at 10:00am. She was looking online and saw they had a sale on bathing suits. She would be there for when they opened and would come right over after that. I told her that would be perfect and no reason to rush. I told her I would text her my address when we hung up.

I hung up with Helen and started preparing for the day. I sent her a text with my address. I put a couple steaks to marinate. I had taken two steaks out the freezer Saturday because I wanted to grill Sunday anyway. I went out to the patio and tested the chemicals in the pool water to make sure it was okay. It is usually pretty stable. I set up the pool vacuum and turned it on automatic.

After I had everything set up and ready, I went inside and showered and got dressed. I knew Helen was interested in the pool so I put on a bathing suit and t-shirt. If I was at home, I was usually in a bathing suit because it wasn't unusual for me to decide to jump in the pool spontaneously. More often than none, I didn't have on a shirt but when I knew I had guest coming I wore a t-shirt.

Right around 11:15am, Helen arrived and rang the doorbell at the front door. I went through the garage and met her at the front. She hugged and kissed me casually. I complemented her on her appearance. She wore some white walking shorts with a printed casual blouse. She was carrying a Dillard's bag and a small cosmetic bag. I led her to the pool room so she could change if she wanted.

When she stepped out the pool room, she was wearing a navy-colored swim suit cover up. It was somewhat see-threw so I could see the outline of her figure and the bathing suit she was wearing. I complimented her again on how lovely she looked. With a teenage giggle she said, "in this old thing". The truth is, this lady was stealing my heart a little at a time with each minute I spent with her.

I invited her to sit at the table while I prepared the steaks. I offered her a glass of wine or tea. She hesitated, but decided on the tea since she would be driving home later.

As I was putting the steaks on the grill, she started the conversation about the ladies from The Village. She said she knew I was very close to them and she respected that. She said how happy I have made her lately and that she did not want to get in the way of the ladies. I interrupted her and told her that me and the ladies had a solid understanding. They all appreciated me and enjoyed spending time with me. However, they also knew of the age difference and did not expect me to be committed to either one of them.

I saw the look of relief on her face as she said that was what she was hoping to hear. She enjoyed my company very much but did not want to invade on the ladies. She said how she noticed how often they came listen to me at the hospital. Then she added that she hoped they felt the same about her. I assured her that there was nothing to be concerned about.

The steaks did not take that long on the grill. We ate and sat around and got to know each other better. Helen was an impressive lady. She spent 30 years being a RN at the hospital she volunteered at now. She spent time working in the ER and also in the OR. The last 7 years before retirement, she worked in the education department training new hires. I thought that was pretty impressive.

After a lengthy discussion, I asked if she was ready for the pool. I stood up, removed my shirt and took her hand. I could tell she was nervous about the bathing suit. I helped her remove her cover up and hung it on the pool room. She was wearing a navy-blue one-piece bathing suit. It had a little skirt attached at the waist. I quickly noticed her legs. Even though they had some varicose veins, they were nicely shaped. Unlike some ladies, you could see the shape of her ankles, calves, knees and thighs. I noticed a scar on her right knee. Her upper legs showed signs of wrinkles and cellulite.

This was the first time I could tell she had a unilateral mastectomy. I never noticed it before but in a bathing suit, the prosthetic breast slips into a pocket. In fact, I did not even notice when I first met her. Even once she told me about it, I still could not tell any difference. It wasn't until now that I could see for myself. Not that any of that would have made a difference.

I took her hand and walked to the pool side. I jumped in first and walked to the steps to help her in. I took her hand and helped her down the steps. Once she was in the pool, I put my arms around her and kissed her on the lips.

We played around in the water like a couple of teenagers. We giggled and laughed at each other. I asked if she wanted to sit in the hot tub for a while and she thought it would be nice. I helped her out the pool and into the hot tub. The hot tub was attached to the pool but it was easier to get out the pool to get in the hot tub. One side had a spillover wall that went into the pool.

Once we were both comfortable in the hot tub, I was able to admire her beauty from sitting across. After a few minutes, I suggested we move to the side of the hot tub where we could lay down and stretch out. This allowed our whole body to be in the warm water with the jets surrounding us. It was probably the most comfortable part of the hot tub.

I had the timer set for 15 minutes. When the timer sounded, I got up and helped her up to get back in the pool. This time I got a raft for her to lay on and I would walk her around the pool. After a few minutes of pushing her around, I flipped her into the water. The first thing that surfaced was her prosthetic breast. She did not even notice at first. I saw it floating and grabbed it for her. She turned red with embarrassment. Instead of handing it back to her, I put it on side the pool. I told her that she did not need it around me.

She smiled and I kissed her smile. I then kissed her neck and the right side of her upper chest. I felt her wrap her arms around me and I kissed her lips again. This time I felt the passion from her and opened my mouth a little to get her reaction. She opened her mouth also and the kiss quickly turned into a passionate kissing session. As we embraced, she felt my erection press against her. She asked if that was what she thought it was. I apologized and backed off from holding her so tight.

Then she apologized for mentioning it. She said it made her feel good knowing she could still have that effect on a man. It had been many years since she felt that. I then took my bathing suit off under water and tossed it to the side the pool. She looked surprised and then I told her with the privacy fence, no one could see what was going in and with the music playing no one could hear either.

I noticed she looked around to confirm what I said and then asked if she would do the same. Of course you can I replied. She then removed the top of her one-piece bathing suit. She hesitated; I think waiting for my reaction. I did not react any differently and she stepped out of the bathing suit and tossed it to the side also. She immediately crossed her arms in front her body. I think she was having second thoughts of removing it now.

I stepped closer to her, wrapped my arms around her and kissed passionately again. This time, our tongues danced with each other's. She wrapped her arms around me and I wrapped mine around her. For the first time, I was able to feel her bare back side. She asked if that felt better than it did in that dress. I acted surprised and asked if she felt when I accidentally brushed against her last night. She said she was not a fool; she knew it was not an accident. We both laughed at that. I did tell her that I actually like how a lady feels wearing panty hose with a dress. She promised she would remember that.

After a few minutes of hugging and kissing, I asked if she wanted to continue this inside. She asked if I was sure I wanted to do that. I then questioned if she wanted to do that. I would never force anything on you or try to persuade you to do anything you did not want to do. She looked deep in my eyes and said that was what she really found appealing about me. I was not selfish with my feelings or anything else.

We started walking to the steps to get out the pool and I grabbed our bathing suits from the side. This lady was beautiful. Her body was typical of a 69-year-old lady. She had wrinkles, rolls, cellulite and scars. The one scar she was particularly ashamed of was the mastectomy scar. It was actually more than one scar. I told her not to worry about that. It was part of who she was and not what she was.

I took a minute to look at her. She had a small smile on her face while I admired her. I could see how a self-centered man might a lady like this to be repulsive, but honestly, it did not change anything about her. I still found her as appealing as before. In a sheepish way, she told me this was the first time anyone except her doctors have seen her this way. I told her that it only made me appreciate her even more.

It was my first time seeing anyone that had a mastectomy. Before this moment, I was not sure what to expect. The right side of her chest was flat. The surgeons did what they could to make it as close to the left side as possible without doing reconstructive breast surgery. There were a few scars. That side of her chest was sunken in a little. Nothing that would make me run away from this amazing lady.

I cannot describe the pride I felt being around this lady. No matter how tough of a man you think you are, a lady that survived the battle of Breast Cancer is tougher than you. I never hesitated to tell her how proud I am of her and how much I admired her courage and strength. Her courage and strength were not a threat to my masculinity, it just bolstered her beauty.

I walked her to the pool room and asked if she wanted to shower alone or with me. She smiled at me and said she would for me to wash her back. I grabbed her things out the pool room and led her inside. She had never been inside my house before. Once we got into the master bedroom, I put her things on the dressing table and ushered her into the bathroom.

I noticed how she was looking around. The shower is what got her attention the most. She said the shower was the size of her bathroom. She was amazed that it did not have a door on it. It only had an entrance with a half wall where you could see into the rest of the bathroom when taking a shower.

When she stepped in the shower, she noticed the bench along the half wall. She questioned the two shower heads, one on the wall and the other on the ceiling. I explained that it was a rain head and would spray like a nice rain.

While Helen stepped in the shower, I grabbed bath towels and face towels. She was not sure how to turn on the water so she sat on the bench waiting for me. Once I got in the shower, I asked if she preferred a hot shower or cold. She said definitely not cold but not too hot either. I set the temp and turned on the regular shower head. I noticed she kept looking at the rain head. I asked if she was curious about that and she said yes. I made sure she did not mind getting her hair wet before turning it on.

I put on the rain head and embraced Helen as the water sprayed us from above. It was a very romantic experience to say the least. We enjoyed the rain head a while before switching to the regular shower head. We took turns washing each other's backs. After she turned to face me, I soaped up her chest. I caressed her left breasts while I soaped the right side. Once she rinsed the soap from her body, I kissed her right side of her chest. That was my symbolic gesture that I approved of her body as it is.

Before drying off our bodies, I embraced Helen and whispered in her ear that she is a very special lady. In return, she kissed me very passionately. In all truth, I had not invited the prodigy of a tongue. I had merely wished to look at her face, expecting only that the expression of aesthetic delight. I did not even catch a glimpse of her face, so instantaneous and urgent was her tongue.

My heart started beating faster like I was racing an Olympic race. Such anticipation was building inside of me. This lady had stolen every bit of myself without even realizing what was happening. I wanted nothing more than to show her the respect and appreciation I had for her.

We helped each other dry our bodies and proceeded to the bedroom. I walked behind her so I could enjoy looking at her back side. It was obvious she was once a larger lady than present. The sags, wrinkles, rolls and cellulite were evidence that her full-figured body was once much larger. I found this all to be very erotic. With all this lady has endured in life, she managed to stay desirable and appealing.

I was seconds from taking this wonderful lady to bed and I honestly had no idea what to expect. We had never talked about anything sexual. I knew she was considered to be a venerable nurse so she had to know the anatomy of humans, but what did she expect sexually.

Things were just moving naturally between us. The passion had grown unexpectedly to a heightened level. I am not complaining, just surprised it was moving like it was. I would not say she was aggressive with her passion but more tenacious. I do not like an aggressive lady but I was enjoying the tenacity.

We both settled into my bed, side by side with Helen on the right side of me. I felt amorousness between us as we cuddled with each other. The tension was building to heights that I could not easily harness any longer. I kissed her and probed my tongue to meet her tongue. My left hand gently caressed her left breast as we kissed passionately. I moved my hand slowly and forbearing to her vulnerable pubic mound.

Her thighs separated as she felt the touch of my hand. I gently rubbed the palm of my hand along the length of her vagina. She struggled to keep the covers on top of her. Deep down she was still conscious of her unilateral mastectomy. As I gently rubbed her vagina, I kissed her left nipple and then kissed her chest where her right breast once was.

I then looked deep into her pretty brown eyes. I wanted to see her heart through her eyes. Just as I had her full attention, my finger touched her clitoris. Helens reflexes came into play as my finger gently brushed against her clitoris. I continued to gently rub there a few times before inserting my finger inside her.

My finger slipped right in. Helen took a deep breath as my finger penetrated her. She was well lubricated and showed very little resistance for my finger. I could tell she would be tight when I would penetrate her for intercourse. I wanted to relax her as much as I could before attempting intercourse.

After going in and out a few times with my finger, I had a desire to smell and taste my finger. As I withdrew my finger, I made sure to pass it over her clitoris again. While kissing her passionately, I put my hand on her left breast. I broke from kissing her and immediately went to sucking on her nipple. This allowed me to sniff my finger and possibly taste it. I was not disappointed at all in the smell or taste of my finger. I wanted to perform oral sex on this beautiful lady.

I pushed the covers off of us and told her that I was going get a bath towel to put under her. I left the bed and went to the bathroom. When I returned, Helen was lying in the middle of the bed. She looked a lot more comfortable with her body. She was lying there in my bed totally naked. It was a sight I will never forget.

I crawled in the bed from the footboard. She lifted her bottom from the bed using her back and feet. I slipped the towel under her which put my face right at her vagina. I could smell the erotic scent in the air. Helen did not say a word as I kissed her labia. She moaned as I licked the length of her vagina. Her breathing was becoming more rapid as my tongue licked between her labia. She was thrusting her hips pushing herself into my face.

Helen was getting lost in the moment with each second that passed. Soon her body was moving uncontrollably. She was moaning and groaning with each thrust of her pelvis. She was mumbling some words but I could not understand what she was saying. She had her thick thighs clamped against my head and her hands was holding my head to her pubic area.

I did not mind being locked in that position. I was really enjoying the moment. Helen smelled and tasted so natural and wonderful. I was willing to absorb as much of her as I could while she had me in the position. The longer she had me there, the more intense it was becoming. I was not sure how much more I could handle before I had the need to explode.

With out any resistance, Helen released her grip on my head. Her hands grabbed the bed sheets and her thighs spread wide. Her pelvis pushed up and then she fell limp like a wet towel. Even if she had sexual release, I had not. I was ready to explode but I wanted to explode inside of her. While she was still high in her orgasm, I wanted to penetrate her. I quickly positioned myself on top of her and slip my erect penis inside of her vagina.

Helen took a deep breath as my erection disappeared between her well lubricated labia. I felt a little resistance from her vagina as I pushed deeper inside of her. The entrance was smooth like a wet velvet glove.

Just as I thought her orgasm was subsiding, I released an explosion of semen inside of her. At that moment, Helen muttered "Oh my gosh". She kept saying how satisfying that felt. I continued to push in and out until my penis was flaccid. As I slipped out of her, I felt a rush of our sexual fluids drip from her vagina.

I backed off of her and wiped my penis with the towel I had slipped under her and then put the towel over her pubic mound. She then reached down and pushed the towel against her and closed her legs to hold the towel in place between her thighs. I snuggled on side of her and watched her as she slowly regained her composure after the intense orgasm, she just experienced.

I focused on her face with the radiant glow she was naturally producing. Her face showed pure satisfaction and fulfillment. She was not speaking but her body language told a complete story. Her breathing was slowly regaining its normal pattern. The limp state of her body was becoming normal also.

Once she was able to speak again, she wrapped her arms around me and told me how special that was for her. She said once her husband passed away, she thought her days of intimacy was long gone. Especially after looking in the mirror after her mastectomy and seeing how disfigured she was now. Questioning herself as to why would anyone want someone who was not a complete lady. Any man would find her scars to be repulsive.

I interrupted her and let her know that nothing physical defines who she is as a person. I did not think her scars were repulsive and I did not think it made her less of a lady. I told her that I see a lady that fought a long hard battle and won. I see a strong lady with the will to live a long happy life. The complete package I see if impressive to say the least. I told her that I was proud to be with such a beautiful and amazing lady.

It was her turn to interrupt me. She asked a rhetorical question next. She wanted to know why I could not be closer to her age. I told her that age was just a number and I would be happy to spend time with her. Of course, there is no future with us as a couple but I would be happy to spend time with her. She then told me that she knows I spend time with The Village Ladies and did not expect me to forfeit relations with them to be with her.