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.
We made small talk for a while and I found out, that like me, she was a single living in the community, her husband, Joe, having died about nine months ago. "Right after we moved in here," she said. And, like me, she had avoided getting involved in the community activities. She did spend a lot of time on the phone with her sister-in-law and had taken a couple of trips up north to visit her. "She's been telling me that I have to get out and meet a man. Now I can tell her I've met a gentleman," she said laughingly. She uncrossed her legs then recrossed them, showing even more leg. I found it almost impossible to keep my eyes away and ended up saying, "I can't help but notice that you have very attractive legs." Still laughing, she said, "Why, thank you. Joe always said they were one of my better features." I stood up, "here, let me refresh your coffee. There's still a lot in the pot." That was a mistake, she couldn't help but notice the bulge in my shorts. I grabbed our mugs and hurried to the kitchen.
After I refilled the two mugs, I tried to rearrange my cock so the bulge wouldn't show but, as I walked back into the living room the bulge reappeared, more noticeable than before. I put the two mugs down on the table and quickly sat down. Kiki had a broad grin on her face, while mine turned crimson. "That's sweet," she said, "I'm glad I can still get a 'rise' out of the opposite sex." Then she leaned forward to pick up her coffee, the robe, which somehow had loosened at the top, fell partially open, giving me a view of one of her tits. Though not of a young woman had very little the sag of an older woman. My cock, which had only been acquainted with my right hand for so long, was now fully and painfully erect.
Good god, woman, you're driving me crazy," I muttered to her. "Good," she replied. "Do you want to take me to bed?" I was flabbergasted. "I haven't been with a woman for almost a year. Of course I want to take you to bed," I said huskily. "And I haven't been with a man for almost a year," she replied. "Let's finish our coffee and then see if we're compatible." I didn't know whether to gulp my coffee down, or to just sip it. I followed her lead, just drinking as I normally would
When Kiki finally set down her empty mug, she stood up saying, "I'm going to use the bathroom. Why don't you go turn the bed down and get out of those clothes. I'll be there in a few minutes." I took a last swallow and put my mug down. I had pulled the comforter off the bed and was just getting rid of my clothes when she came into the bedroom. The robe, now, hung open on her body. "I only hope that neither of us is disappointed," she whispered, as I turned to face her. One glance at her still partially covered body and I blurted out, "I know I won't."
