"Hey sweetcheeks," Tiffany heard from behind her as she unlocked my apartment door. It was Mr. Alexander, the septugenerian who lived across the hall.
Mr. Alexander had always been flirty with Tiffany, and she'd never minded - he was just a harmless old man, and she rather enjoyed the attention. She'd turned twenty-eight recently and put on a little weight lately, though she was far harder on herself about it than anyone else, and it made her feel good that her body was still appreciated. With long, wavy brown hair and a very large chest that wore an E-cup when she was at her skinniest, she still had no trouble attracting the male gaze - especially when, on days when she was coming home from the gym, she was wearing just a thin white tank top with no bra and some very tight, short shorts to go with it.
"Hi, Mr. Alexander," Tiffany replied in a mockingly scolding tone. "You know you shouldn't tease young girls like me."
"Tomorrow night my brother is coming to have some drinks with me; maybe you'd like to join us. I'm sure he'd appreciate your company as much as I would."
"Be still my heart," Tiffany replied. "We'll see. Have a good night, Mr. Alexander."
Later, watching TV, Tiffany's mind wandered to the playful exchange between her and Mr. Alexander. They'd lived across from each other long enough that they had developed that kind of flirty rapport. She'd never thought about making anything come of it before, but she was single, they got along well and for an old guy Mr. Alexander was kind of cute. Maybe it would be fun to give the old guy and his brother a thrill by having some drinks with them the next night. What was the worst that could happen?
The next night, as Tiffany was unlocking her door, she once again heard from behind her: "Hey, sweetcheeks!"
"Hi Mr. Alexander," she replied in her mock-scolding tone. "Still want me to come over later for drinks with you and your brother?"
"You'd really want to have drinks with a couple of old geezers?" Mr. Alexander seemed genuinely surprised.
"Sure, I'm not doing anything else and I think it'd be fun!"
"Well, alright. Come over at 8!"
"Will do," Tiffany responded. Having a spark of inspiration, as she opened her apartment door, she intentionally dropped her keys and then bent over to pick them up. She heard a light gasp from Mr. Alexander as he got a great view of her ass in her little gym shorts. She pretended not to notice, though she smiled to herself, and went inside.
At eight o'clock Tiffany was ready for her evening. She knew Mr. Alexander enjoyed looking at her in her gym outfit, so she decided to bank on it being a casual evening and put on a fresh set - a clean white tank top with no bra, and some tiny gray shorts. The outfit didn't leave much to the imagination, but she was feeling a bit wild and wanted to give the old men a thrill.
She knocked on Mr. Alexander's door. He greeted her his usual way - "hi, sweetcheeks" - and let her inside. "This is my brother, James," he said, leading her to the living room. An even older gentleman - he had to be nearly 80, if not over - was already inside, enjoying a glass of some liquor. He was confined to a wheelchair, but despite his age, Tiffany could tell he had once been a good-looking man, and she could see the resemblance to his younger brother.
Mr. Alexander introduced them. "James, this is Tiffany," he said. "Nice to meet you," Tiffany said brightly.
"So, Doug, this is the sexy neighbor you've told me about," James Alexander said. Mr. Alexander - Doug, as his brother knew him - turned red. "Well, she really is something," James continued unphased. "Look at that body!"
"James, please, there's a lady present."
"Well, where are my manners. Left when the scotch came out, I guess. Very nice to meet you, Tiffany," James bowed slightly in his wheelchair.
"Charmed," Tiffany said with a smile.
The first hour or so of the evening was spent in pleasant conversation, with the brothers and Tiffany telling each other about their respective lives. Soon the conversation became more personal as the old men asked about Tiffany's dating past, what she likes in men and other similar topics.
Finally John - clearly the bolder brother - just came out and asked, "so, think you'd ever hook up with a man more than twice your age?"
"JOHN!" Mr. Alexander nearly shouted.
"What? You've told me how attractive you think she is. She isn't going to just put out unless somebody asks the question!"
"I'm so sorry, Tiffany," Doug Alexander said, looking down. Clearly the innocent hallway flirting was as far as he'd been able to bring himself to go, and this was far past it.
"Don't worry about it, I don't mind," Tiffany laughed. "I don't think I really have any kind of age limit or anything; if there's a connection with the other person I think I could hook up with just about anyone of any age. As long as they're over 18, of course."
"How about our Dougie boy here," prodded John, as Doug blushed again.
Tiffany looked at Doug and smiled. "I could definitely see that."