Frank was a 48 year old divorced dad, 6'2 ... 200 lbs .... silver-gray, wavy hair, dark green eyes and a muscular build comparable only to a man in his early 20's. All his children had gone off to college and Frank was left taking care of a large, two story house. The days were long, but the nights were longer. All his friends were either married or dating and cable t.v. left alot to be desired.
One evening, weary of flipping channels and snacking on popcorn, Frank decided to take a walk. It was a beautiful summer evening, a warm wind blew and the smell of roses from the neighbor's garden filled the air. He lived in a small town, you know the kind, everyone knows everyone. The neighbors were all friends in this tight knit community.
As Frank neared the town square, it slowly began to rain. A cold mist danced across the shoulders of his jacket as he made his way across the street to the coffee shop. There were a few people inside, mostly just the regulars. Greetings were exchanged as Frank took a seat at his normal spot, third bar stool at the counter. The old men of the town did the nightly ritual of comparing whose arthritis was the worst and so on.
Frank smiled as he sipped his coffee, he had been listening to the same men swap medical war stories for years.
Just then, the bell on the coffee shop door rang as a young, beautiful woman entered. Immediately, all eyes were fixed on her. She was gorgeous at 5'5, maybe around 125 lbs with long flowing red hair and big, green eyes. She was soaked from the rain and Frank couldn't help but notice her nipples poking prominently thru her wet, white t-shirt. She made her way to the counter and took a seat next to Frank.
"H-h-hello," she said, her teeth chattering from the cold rain, "My name's Carla."
"Well nice to meet you Carla, I'm Frank," he said, smiling and shaking her hand.
She had beautiful hands, long slender fingers with bright pink polish on the nails.
She ordered coffee and the two sat there getting acquainted as the rain outside flooded the small community streets.
"I've never seen you here before, said Frank, when did you get into town?"
"Well my grand-mother recently died and she left her house to me and since I'm not going to college anytime soon, I thought I would come check it out," she answered.
"Oh, you must be talking about Ms. Grey, said Frank, that was your grand-mother?"
"Yes, she had been ill for awhile, I just wish I had come to see her when I had the chance," she said, stirring her coffee.
"She was a wonderful woman, the whole town loved her," said Frank, reaching over to take Carla's hand.
"Thank you Frank."
The two continued their conversation as the night wore on, many cups of coffee and a couple slices of pie later, they finally decided to call it a night.
Frank helped her with her coat and held the door open for her.
"Well welcome to the neighborhood Carla, I hope to see you more often," said Frank, smiling.
"I'm sure you will Frank .... listen, do you know of any good electricians?", she asked.
"Sure, what's the problem?"
"Well grand-mother's house is old, I just want to make sure everything is in shape, I would hate to see anything happen to it," she answered.
"How about I come over tomorrow and take a look at it?", Frank offered.
"That would be great!, around 11 ok with you?", she asked.
"I'll be there," he said, smiling.
After walking her to her car Frank went home. He drifted off to sleep thinking of the wonderful conversation he had had with Carla.
The morning sun woke Frank from his slumber, shining thru the mini blinds in his bedroom. It was already 10 am.
Wow, he thought to himself, I haven't slept this late in awhile.
He got up, dressed, then went downstairs to fix a quick breakfast before heading off to Carla's place.
Around 10:45 he rang the doorbell, rocking back and forth anxiously on his heels.
She answered the door with just a short little silk black robe on, apparently she had overslept as well.
"Good morning Frank," she said, smiling, "C'mon in."
"Looks like we're both running a little behind this morning," said Frank.
"Yes, she giggled, fussing with her hair, would you like some coffee?"
"That would be great," he answered.
"Ok, help yourself, I need to go grab a shower."
She excused herself to go upstairs as Frank fixed his coffee. He looked around the old house, he hadn't been here in years. Ms. Gray loved to host Christmas parties, but for the past few years she just had not been up to it. As Frank wandered around, he couldn't help but focus his attention on the running water upstairs. He suddenly became very aroused when he entertained thoughts of Carla naked, wet and inviting.
Stop it, he thought to himself, she's only 20 years old, she could easily be your daughter.
Hard as he tried, he couldn't stop thinking of her up there. Visions of her rubbing soap all over her body were almost too much for Frank to handle.
Just then, he heard the water stop. Sounds of her rustling with the shower curtain and walking on the old floor boards of the house tip toed across the ceiling over his head.
