My name is Michael. It was the most popular boy name the year I was born. At 60 years old I was in pretty good shape, except for the back pain I had been battling. I stand 5'10" with what used to be light blonde hair. Over the years it had turned to a more dishwater color and now it seemed that every time I got a haircut there was more silver and white in the hair left on the floor. My eyes are blue tending towards grey near the pupil with a few green flecks. Women had always flirted with me, even before my wife passed away, so I considered myself reasonably attractive. Since I'd stopped wearing a wedding band I could go to a bar and have a reasonable expectation of being approached by a woman. Some I would take home with me.
As a 60 year old man it seemed to me that every trip to my doctor resulted in a trip for an x-ray, an MRI, lab work, or other such service that was performed at the hospital. On this particular Friday I needed an x-ray for diagnosis of some pain I was having. The hospital did not require scheduling them in advance so after leaving the doctor's office I drove straight there. At the hospital you first had to make it past the symptom police, the person who asked if you had any symptoms of the current infection plaguing the world. Masks were required to enter the lobby. Once inside you had to approach the receptionist and state your business, they would put you on the list for intake. You sat in the lobby waiting for someone from intake to call your name. They took your information such as identification, insurance card, phone humber, entered it into their system and got you on the list for whatever procedure you needed.
My intake person today was the same woman I'd had several times before. There were always two people working intake but it seemed that I usually got the thin blonde woman. Her name tag said 'Regina'. She processed me through their system, had me sign a couple of pages, then escorted me down the hall to the waiting room for Radiology. Besides sitting across the desk from her this was the best part of the process because I got to follow her down the hallway.
As best I could tell Regina was an attractive woman. She definitely took care of her body. It was difficult to tell her age with her required mask covering half her face but I guessed she was my age or maybe a little older. She had crows feet around her eyes and some sagging of her eyelids. Her hands belied her age the most, the veins and tendons in her hands were becoming visible and there were age spots scattered about. There was no wedding ring on her left hand. In fact, there was no tell-tale trace of a ring so apparently she had not been married for a while. The thing I noticed most about her were her eyes, they were a piercing blue and sparkled under the fluorescent light of her office. Every time I sat across the desk from her it was a challenge to not stare into her eyes but of course I always did and she always caught me and, when she did, I detected a slight smile behind her mask. She typically wore her long dishwater blonde hair in a messy bun and I could see strands of white throughout. She was petite, I estimated 5'4" barefoot but it was difficult to say since she always wore heels. She also always wore body hugging pants that accentuated her butt. Typically women her age lost muscle tone in their lower half however she did not. Her butt was firm and her legs were taut. Her cheeks rocked slightly side-to-side as her heels clicked on the tile floor. I enjoyed it every time I followed her down the hallway.
I had taken to sitting just inside the Radiology waiting room, as far from the receptionist as possible because I knew that Regina would walk over and hand the receptionist my papers. Sitting across the room meant a few more seconds of watching Regina's butt and then a full front view as she turned and walked back to the door. The front view was as pleasant as the rear view. Her stomach was flat and she had what I estimated as B-cup breasts, perfectly sized to her frame.
Regina had joined the rotation of my regular masturbatory fantasies. In my fantasy I would have my way with her in an empty exam room at the hospital. We never kissed due to us both wearing masks, I just took her hard and fast, her pants down to her knees and bent over the exam table. She was always ready for me in my fantasy, no foreplay necessary. She moaned my name and begged me to take her harder and faster as I bounced against her firm ass. As I left the exam room I would stop in the doorway and look back at her. I always left her weak-kneed and panting, bent over the exam table, with my cum dripping into the crotch of her panties. That view of her was what always resulted in me pumping a couple globs of cum onto my stomach as I tugged on my cock and moaned her name.
As she walked back across the waiting room I decided that today would be the day I would approach her. As she opened the door and stepped back into the hallway I slipped out the door just a few steps behind her.
"Excuse me Regina," I said softly so I didn't echo down the hallway.
She turned to face me. "Yes Mr. Anderson?"
"I was wondering, could I buy you lunch sometime?" I asked.
She blushed and glanced down then looked up and directly into my eyes. "I don't have much time for lunch and I usually eat at my desk."
'Well, I took my shot', I thought. At least she was polite about turning down my offer.
"But I'd love to have dinner with you," she continued. Her eyes squinted a bit like she was smiling behind the mask. "Would this evening be ok? How about I meet you at the Irish pub downtown at say, seven?"
Jackpot! I told her that would be quite ok and I smiled back behind my mask. "I'll see you at seven."
The rest of my day I was distracted. I'd gone home after my x-ray to mow the lawn and do some yard work but I found my mind wandering to Regina. I wasn't sure what to expect from our evening. Obviously sex with her would be a potential perk but do women my age have one night stands? Do they even have intercourse? The few women I'd picked up in bars tended to be younger and it seemed they were attracted to a father figure. I was perfectly fine if they called me 'Daddy' as long as their legs were over my shoulders. But what did Regina want from the evening? She had turned the tables on me and instead of lunch we were now having dinner. Could I get her back to my place? Would we go to her place? Rather than ask me to pick her up she'd arranged to meet me. That would give her an out if things didn't go well. 'I guess time will tell,' I told myself as I put way my tools and went inside to clean up.
I arrived at the pub a little before seven and Regina was already there sitting at the bar. She had a beer in front of her and was talking to the bartender, a young woman of apparent Irish descent based on her looks and her flaming red hair. As I approached her she turned and slid off the bar stool. She was wearing flats and I figured I was pretty close on my height estimate. Her hair was partially pulled back and braided in what appeared to be a Celtic knot. She wore a pair of denim pants that hugged her figure and a floral blouse in shades of blue that made her eyes pop. But the thing that took my breath away was the smile. I had never before seen the lower half of her face. Her smile began with the curving of her full lips up towards her eyes. As it grew her eyes squinted slightly and her lips began to part. At it's fullest her lips were fully parted and her teeth showed behind them, straight and pearlescent, like the keys on a brand new piano.
"Michael! Welcome, good to see you!" She raised her arms for a hug and melted into me as we embraced. "I was afraid you would change your mind about having dinner with an older woman."
"I'd be crazy to miss an opportunity to share a meal with a woman of such beauty," I smiled, "I always had suspicions about what you looked like behind your mask but, my God Regina, you are truly beautiful. It's a shame you have to hide away that captivating smile all day."
