This short series is dedicated to every man & woman who are supposedly over the hill, according to this younger generation, but still enjoying a very active sex life.
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This short series is based on fact. I have not changed any names. They are not written in any chronological order. There is some creative writing but the series is predominantly true.
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My name is Tony. I am in my mid 70's and have been a widower for the last 10 years and I live in NY. I am retired but work two part time jobs just to stay active. I also volunteer at a couple of local not-for-profits (n-f-p) that deliver food and goods to seniors in the community.
At one n-f-p, three times a week I deliver foods, sometimes by myself or sometimes with an associate, a woman named Diane, who was a bit of a snob and I didn't care for her that much.
Now, Diane must be in her early 70's. She is about 5'6", about 125, blonde hair, blue eyes and a trim figure. She is very attractive though and must have been a real knockout in her day. And, as much of a snob, I always thought what it would be like fucking her.
Anyway, on occasion we would just say hello or exchange pleasantries.
I did find out that she was a widow for the last five years from one of my coworkers.
In early December, I was asked to make a special food delivery to a senior's group outside of town, about an hour away, for their special dinner, the next day. Because it was a big delivery, Diane was assigned to come with me.
As the volunteers loaded the van, snow started falling, not much at first but it looked like it was going to get worse.
I hurried the loading up and we got going. The weather started getting worse. Diane and I didn't talk much on the trip but we were both concerned about the weather. We finally reached our destination and unloaded the food and helped them get everything set up.
By the time we finished, the snow got deeper and too dangerous to drive in.
I called the office and told them it was too dangerous for us to get back. They said to hunker down until it was safe to drive.
Diane was not happy that we were stranded and not able to get back, but even she realized it was too dangerous to attempt the drive back.
I told the director of the senior's group that we were going to find a local motel and he gave us some food to take with us, just in case and told us where one was.
The motel about was about a mile from the senior's group. As we drove to the place, we both hoped they would have rooms available.
It took us awhile to get there, only to be told there was only one room available. We looked at each other and I told the clerk we would take it.
We brought in the food that the director gave us. As soon as we got into the room, our faces dropped. There was only a king size bed. I told Diane that she could use the bed and I would sleep on the small couch.
Diane said she couldn't let me sleep on the couch and said we could share the bed.
We got as comfortable as we could and shared the food we brought in and watched the news on tv. From what the meteorologist said, the snow should end by morning but is going to leave about 8 hard inches on the ground.
Then I heard Diane laugh. I asked her what was so funny. She kept laughing and said, "When the guy said 8 hard inches, I just thought about a cock and thought that it would be nice to have one on a night like this. I'm so sorry. Forgive me "
I looked at her and said, "Wow, I never expected you to say something like that...never."
She looked at me and smiled and apologized and said, "I don't know what came over me. I never should have said that."
I looked at her and replied, "Well, that kind of made you sound like a real person and not the snob I thought you were. You don't have to apologize for anything."
And, I continued, "If you were serious about having one that big on a night like this, then you are in luck." As I laughed.
Diane looked at me up and down and smiled. "My husband was small but he knew how to use it. But, I often wondered what would it be like having a bigger one."