The Village Senior Center

The Village

Retirement Community

I grew up playing the piano. My father was a Music Educator and taught private lessons at home. Me and my siblings all learned to play the piano and other musical instruments at a young age. I was the only one of the 4 of us that stuck with it and excelled.

I maintained a full-time job as an electronics technician. I built the electronic components for automated robots used in large assembly plants. I usually worked 3-12-hour days, then a few hours on the 4

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day. So, I was usually off Friday, Saturday and Sunday. After a few years of this schedule, I ran out of things to do. I was fishing often and playing golf often, but even that got to be where I didn't want to do it so often.

I had gone visit a relative that was admitted in the local hospital after an automobile accident. We have a pretty large private hospital in our area. I noticed they had a nice satin black grand piano in the foyer/lobby of the hospital. It was sectioned off with the red velvet ropes you would see in the movie theater. After visiting my relative a few times, I noticed no one ever played the piano. What a shame to see such a beautiful musical instrument going to waste.

I managed to find the administration offices of the hospital. I asked the secretary who I had to speak to so I could volunteer to play the piano in my spare time. She was very receptive to hear someone wanted to play the piano. They had tried to find someone for a while but was always unsuccessful.

The secretary got me in touch with the person in charge of the hospital hospitality department. I waited there while Mrs. Pollock came meet me and escort me to the piano. She was elated to have someone interested but insisted on having me "audition" for her. She was a very pleasant lady and it was very obvious she was excited to have the piano occupied.

I sat on the piano bench and I asked her what type of music would she be interested in. Mrs. Pollock told me that they have such a variety of visitors and asked that I play a variety. I started out with a couple show tunes, then some popular top 40 songs and of course some classical.

She sat on a nearby bench and I could see her tapping her foot and at times swaying her body to the beat. I could not help but notice the smile on her face.

Mrs. Pollock was probably in her mid-sixties, very attractive and on the plump side. She dressed very conservative but yet professional. She wore very little make up and it really accented her natural appearance.

After about 30 minutes or so, she stood up from the bench and walked over to me. She told me how impressed she was and asked if I sang also. I laughed and said, only singing I do is through instruments. Vocally, I cannot carry a tune in a bucket, but I can make almost any musical instrument sing.

Even if I offered to volunteer, she offered to pay me $200.00 per visit. No matter if I played for 30 minutes or 3 hours. She asked that I play for a minimum of one hour. I wasn't concerned about the money because I originally offered to volunteer. She just asked that I sign in at her office and sign out when I was done. She also asked that I don't play between the hours of 9:00pm and 8:00am. She would pay me cash at the end of each month.

I usually played on Friday morning for a few hours then again on Friday afternoon/evening for a few hours. Saturdays and Sundays were days that I went if I wanted to and if I didn't fish or play golf. Mrs. Pollock was so pleased with the attention and compliments from staff and guest, she put a fishbowl out and had a sign printed requesting gratuities. I didn't expect any tips, but of course I welcomed the extra income.

One Friday morning, as I was playing, a well-dressed lady walked up to my tip bowl and made a deposit. It was not very busy that day and that was the only tip I received that day. Some days I didn't collect any tips at all. Once I was done for that morning, I took the fish bowl and went check out at Mrs. Pollocks office. She always kept track of my tips only to keep records to establish the times that received the most attention.

That lonely tip was a $100.00 bill attached to a business card. The business card had a handwritten message on back requesting that I give her a call. The card was from Vanessa Detillier, Activities Director at The Village Retirement Community. I was familiar with the facility because I passed in front of it almost daily. It was a very nice place that covered a few city blocks. It consisted of several buildings, with a large main building in the center of the complex.

I was slow on giving Mrs. Detillier a call because I really did not know what was going to propose. I thought about my work schedule and the schedule I tried to keep at the hospital. I wanted to think of possibilities so I could be prepared for whatever it was Mrs. Detillier had to say. After a few days, I decided to give her a call. She made me a profitable proposition.

Mrs. Detillier explained how the community was arranged. She said the center building was the administration and commons area. Building "A" on the right, was the Assisted Living building. Building "B", behind the main building, was the Skilled Nursing Building. Then, Building C, on the right side was the retirement apartments. She made mention that I would probably see more of the residents from Building C than any other areas. Those residents are more independent. They are allowed to roam freely about and come and go as they wish. Many of them still drove themselves and cared for themselves.

She asked if I could play every other Sunday, between the hours of 9:00m and 1:00pm. She offered me $200.00 each time I played. She also said she was open to any other times I could play. She did make a special request. She asked that I play a few church hymns on Sunday morning.

I humbly accepted her offer. It is really satisfying when I see people enjoying my music. Since I started playing at the hospital, my life has felt complete. I certainly didn't have my full-time job on my mind all the time any more. It was humbling to see so many people enjoying my entertainment. I even started to communicate and share stories with my audiences.

It was definitely a much different atmosphere at the hospital and at The Village. At the hospital, I was more of a side show to put smiles on visitors as they walked in. At The Village, it was more of a concert where the residents would be entertained. While at the hospital, I tried to dress in dark dress slacks and light shirt and tie. At the Village, it was more casual. I usually wore khaki slacks and golf shirt.

I got to know the residents at The Village. Some residents would be wheeled in their wheel chairs, some would walk in with walkers or canes, but the ones in the Retirement apartments would walk in on their own, many of those would dance with each other or even dance around the other residents that couldn't dance. Everyone enjoyed each other.

There was this group of retired ladies who was always front and center. I learned they were all widows and became friends through the center. The 5 ladies had events they organized for almost every day of the week. Sort of like the self-appointed entertainment committee.

Ms. Maude was probably the leader of the group. At least that's how I saw it. All 5 ladies were very appealing. They all flirted with me while I entertained. Ms. Maude was the one that usually came invite me to other events at the center that she organized. They played cards on some days, bingo on some days and other events. Ms. Maude begged me to go call bingo for their Saturday evening games. I agreed to pop in at times but asked not to put me on any schedule.

The next Saturday evening, it was raining, so I decided to take the ladies up on their offer. I arrived in the recreation room just as the first bingo game was starting; about 5:00pm. I was dressed in shorts and a golf shirt. The ladies were very excited to see me. Ms. Maude came over to hug me and she even kissed me on the cheek.

Ms. Maude was dressed in Capris and a nice blouse. I must add that I like to see a lady dressed in capris. She stood about 5 feet tall and was fluffy. One might call her plump. She had large prominent breast and a nice rounded rear end. The material of the capris hugged her figure like a glove. I liked watching her body shimmy as she walked around.

She wore her silvery gray hair short and stylish for her generation. It made me think she made her weekly visits to the beauty shop. She was a very appealing lady. I guessed her to be in early to mid-70's. I later found out she was 79 years old.

After bingo was finished, it was only 6:30pm. Ms. Maude came over to thank me for coming help. She admitted that she never expected me to show up. She offered to take me to dinner, since there was no pay involved. She wanted to show her appreciation to me.

At first, I turned down her offer, but she insisted. I then accepted only if she allowed me to drive and allowed me to treat her. She accepted me driving, but was reluctant to allow me to treat her. She said I did her a favor, so she wanted to show gratitude. I argued with her and stood my ground. I told her just the idea of wanting to take me to dinner was gratitude enough. Besides, being seen in public with such a beautiful lady was enough.

I helped the ladies put the bingo supplies away. Ms. Maude told her lady friends that she decided to go out to dinner and had a few errands to run. She didn't explain anything else. The other ladies walked down the hall to their apartments.

I walked ahead of Ms. Maude because I had to sign out at the main desk. Ms. Maude was going to meet me at the front entrance so we could walk out together. I walked her to the passenger side of my SUV and helped her in. I then stretched the seatbelt across her to assist in buckling her in. As I was retreating from bucking her in the seatbelt, she kissed my cheek and my hand brushed against her large breasts. I closed the door and walked over to the driver's side.

My SUV was already running with the A/C on since I have remote start. I climbed in the driver's side and made sure Ms. Maude was comfortable. Before backing out of the parking lot, I asked if she had any particular place in mind. She suggested Texas Roadhouse and I agreed on her suggestion.

It was a short drive to Texas Roadhouse. I offered to drop her off at the door, but she wanted to park and walk in with me. I was pleased to walk with such a pretty lady. I noticed a few people looking, probably thinking I was with my mother. I really did not care what people thought. I know I was enjoying myself with Ms. Maude.

A few people recognized me from playing the piano at the hospital. I enjoyed that acknowledgement as well. Some introduced me to their other family members and bragged on my abilities with the piano. It was an ego boost for me, but I sincerely think Ms. Maude was taking in the credit also.

Once the hostess sat us at the table, our waitress come to take our drink order. I asked Ms. Maude if she wanted a mixed drink or beer. I asked if perhaps she wanted a margarita. She told me she enjoyed a drink every now and then but never had a margarita before. I ordered two original frozen margaritas. This would give us more time to get to know each other better extend our stay a little.

We talked about current events, a little about sports and some history about each other. I learned she was a widow for about 15 years. She said she tried dating some but got tired of men thinking she was desperate for sex. I chimed in and asked why can't people just be friends person comes along, both people involved will know.

Our drinks were delivered and I wanted to see what Ms. Maude thought about I before the waitress walked away. She took one sip and said it was a nice drink. I asked the waitress to give us time to look at the menu. I know what I wanted but I didn't want to rush Ms. Maude. Actually, I think we were doing more talking than looking at the menu.

I told Ms. Maude I would have the 8 oz sirloin steak, baked potato and a house salad. She thought that sounded good and said she would have the same. We continued our conversation until the waitress returned to take out order. I ordered for both of us and asked if she wanted anything else.

The evening was going very nice. I asked her what the other ladies would say if they looked for her car and it was there. She was confident that they would not even think of doing that. She does go out on her own often so it this didn't bring any concern. Besides, her room is the only one on that side of the hall. The parking lot is on her side so they cannot see from their rooms. She said there was no reason to worry about that anyway.

When the waitress returned with our meals and I was a little disappointed. I was really enjoying my time with Ms. Maude and didn't want it to end too soon. Having our meals meant the time was passing too quickly.

We took our time eating while we continued our conversation. Ms. Maude was an interesting lady. I learned that she was a legal assistant for 10 years then became a junior high school librarian. Her husband was not too fond of her working and while raising the children. As a school librarian, she was able to follow the same schedule as the children. She really wanted to work to have a meaning or a purpose, so it was a good compromise.

After dinner, we talked a little more then I asked if she wanted to go for a ride. She was more than willing under one condition. She insisted that I drop the Ms. and just call her Maude. She said I could do the same with the other ladies also. Behind her laughter, she said we are old enough so the Ms. just makes us feel older.

I decided to take her ride and see where I lived. I acquired the house in my divorce 7 years ago. I won't bore anyone with the details on that subject, but it was the reasonable way to settle community property. I gave up a few things just so I could have the house. She would acquire her mother's house once she passed, so it worked out fine.

Once you drive into the entrance of the neighborhood, the road splits after a block or so. I turned left to go to the East side of the neighborhood. She couldn't believe I lived there because that's where she lived before moving into the Village. Actually, she lived to the right on the West side. It was one large neighborhood but divided into the East and West.

As we pulled into my driveway, she asked if we could go in so she could use the bathroom. She said the dinner drinks were starting to become uncomfortable. I didn't have a problem with that. I knew my house was clean and presentable. I always did pride myself in my housekeeping abilities.

I parked my SUV and went around to help her out. We walked in from the garage door. The

guest bathroom was near that door. While she was in the bathroom, I went in the den and waited for her to finish. I sat on the couch for only a couple minutes before I heard the door open. I met her in the hall and we walked out the door to go back to my SUV.

Walking out the garage, she reached for my hand and reached up to kiss me. I took advantage of that opportunity and returned her kiss and hugged her. She sighed as I hugged her and commented on how nice it felt to be hugged again. I must admit it was nice hugging her. Her body was soft and cuddly. Her large breasts felt good against my body. I figured I better get in my SUV before I lose control of being a proper gentleman.

I helped her in my SUV and assisted in buckling her in again. As I backed out of my driveway and started driving up the street, she asked me to go to the West side of the neighborhood so she could show me where she had lived before. She directed me to the 3

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block on the West end and showed me her old house. I recognized the house before we had looked at that house before we bought the house on the East end. I bought my house about the same time her husband has passed and she decided to move into The Village.

It was getting late so I figured I better get her back to The Village before anyone got suspicious. I knew we would have plenty time as the days, weeks, and months passed. I asked her where she wanted me to drop her off. The back entrance at the retirement building was her choice. As I approached the entrance of The Village, she reached for my hand I had resting on the center consol and wrapped her hand around my fingers. She told me how much she enjoyed our evening. She hoped to do it again. She laughed and said she knew where I lived now.

I parked at the back door and walked around to open the door for Maude. As I opened the passenger door I reached for her hand. As she took my hand, she turned towards me and kissed me on the lips. It was a very refreshing kiss. It was more than a little peck. She added a little passion to the kiss this time. I helped her out of my SUV and walked her to the door.

Once again, she kissed me and I hugged her in return. I then watched as she walked to the door. There is something about the way an older lady walks that turns me on. When she reached the door, she grabbed the handle, turned to look at me and winked.

When I got in my SUV to drive home, I couldn't help but reflect on what has happened to me the last few days. I started doing something that I truly enjoyed doing, besides golf and fishing. I began getting attention that I never really craved, but I was starting to enjoy it. Most of all, I met some of the most beautiful older ladies that I ever laid my eyes on.

I had always been attracted to older ladies. I am no stranger to spending quality time with ladies 20 plus years older than me. I have never been disappointed or never regretted any time spent with older ladies.

Look for part two coming soon, you will not be disappointed. Will Maude give in? Will other residents get suspicious? Will her friends get jealous?

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