Shortly after my wife passed away, I sold our home and moved into a retirement community, not a condo but a community of single homes. One of the requirements; you had to be over 55. At 60, I qualified.
As had always been my custom, I arose early every morning and, after putting the coffee maker to work, would take a long walk. Several times I passed a very attractive woman of about five foot ten, or so. Most of the time we were on opposite sides of the street and merely nodded to each other. Once in a while we passed each other on the same side of the street and mutter a "Good Morning" to each other. I judged her to be about my age, well tanned, with only a few laugh wrinkles on a very pretty face. She wore her snow white hair cut short, only a little longer than my own.
One morning, just as I was returning to my house, it started to rain, not a gentle sprinkle but a down pour. As I dashed up onto my front porch, she came running down the street. I yelled at her to come up out of the rain and she swerved to run up my drive and to stand beside me under the front window awning. She was already panting from her running and was pretty well drenched from the rain. I smiled at her and said, Hi, my name is Jonas and I was afraid you'd drown if you had to go much further in this weather." She smiled back at me and said, "I'm sure you're probably right. My name is Katharine, but my friends call me Kiki. I guess that'll do for a formal introduction."
We stood there for a couple of minutes with no further conversation, waiting for the rain to stop. When it became apparent that it was going to last, I said to her, "If you'd care to come inside, I've got coffee waiting and we can sit down." She glanced skyward at the still ominous storm clouds and decided that it might be a good idea. I maneuvered under the overhand and opened the front door. She slipped past me and into the house.
I led the way to the kitchen and, as I got to mugs from the cabinet, Kiki asked, "Do you suppose I could use a towel? I'm soaking wet and I would like to dry my hair and I wouldn't want to sit on your furniture without a towel under me." I laughed, "As you can see, most of the furniture is leather and I don't think a wet backside would harm it. But I'm sure you'll find a towel for your hair in that bathroom," pointing towards the guest room bathroom. "How do you take your coffee," I asked as she left the kitchen. "Hot and black," was the grinning reply.
I took the two mugs of steaming coffee into the living room and put them down on the cocktail table, just as Kiki emerged, vigorously rubbing a towel through her hair, then fluffing her hair with long, red tipped fingers. We sat opposite each other, across the cocktail table and picked up the hot mugs. As she grasped the mug in both hands, I noticed she was shivering, apparently cold from her wet clothing.
"I've got an idea," I said. "Why don't we put your wet things in the dryer for a few minutes?" She looked at me with a shocked expression on her face. "Oh, I can give you my beach robe to wear." Her look of shock turned to a smile. "Oh, okay. For a minute I thought you just wanted to see me naked." I grinned at her. "Well, that might have been in the back of my mind, but we hardly know one another." I got up and went into my room and came back with my shortie beach robe. On me, at a little over six feet, it came down to my hips, but I was sure it was long enough for her. Kiki took it and went into the guest room.
When she emerged a few minutes later, the robe was wrapped around her and came down to mid thigh. She handed me her wet clothing and I took them to the dryer. When I returned, she was seated again and, with one leg crossed over the other, was showing much more leg than she realized. Since her bra and panties were in the dryer, I knew she was naked under the robe. The thought caused a stirring in my crotch and I tried to think of something else.
