Memories are all I have left now. I'm eighty-five years old and live in an assisted living home where I have everything I could want except for a hot pussy in my bed at night. My cock doesn't even get hard anymore what with all the drugs the doctor has me on for high blood pressure just to keep my ticker going for another day or week or month or so. As if I were concerned about dying...hell, I've been living with death as my only faithful companion for a long time now. Doesn't that quack with all his many degrees know that. We all die sooner or later. Right now I'd settle for sooner, but that isn't what this story is all about.
This story, my story of my one true love, started almost thirty years ago right after my wife, Sandy, died of a very fast acting cancer. Thirty years ago...it seems like it was yesterday. I was in my mid- to late-fifties and enjoying life.
There was this real dyed in the wool Southern-bred lady at church who had caught my eye five years earlier and we had carried on a mild flirtation over the years that had us both wanting for more, much more than we could reasonably hope for from each other. She was divorced, but I was still a married man and things like that were not the proper way to go about doing things. Still the pecks on the cheek and the hugs lasted just a little bit longer than was proper, what with me being married and all.
Kate was the name of this woman and while she wasn't the youngest single woman in church, she was the one with whom I clicked almost from the beginning. Ours was a platonic lusting relationship carried on at arms' length over that period of five years. That changed shortly after my wife died. Still, we were discreet around the church and at church functions.
Before I go on, let me give you some idea of what kind of a couple we were. Kate was 5'6" tall and thin as a fence post having at best a A-cup set of tits though most of the time she had little or no need for a bra to hold them up. Small as they were, they stood up proudly and just begged to be suckled. I on the other hand was 5'8" and rather overweight at 225 pounds...some people, including my doctor, would say that I was obese, though they would have to admit that I was a solid obese with little flab on me. In other words, Kate and I were the "odd couple" in the parish. Her Stan Laurel to my Oliver Hardy, but we did love each other for the people we were.
It took us three months or so after Sandy died for Kate and I to finally get each other undressed and in a common bed. How it happened was almost comical in retrospect since we were still being discreet and had no intention of fucking each other's brains out that Sunday afternoon.
We both liked to imbibe a bit from time to time and on that particular Sunday, we had gone out to lunch and then ended up at my house. After we got there, Sandy finished half a bottle of wine in almost the blink of an eye and I had a total of about nine fingers of good single malt Scotch to wash down the remnants of my lunch.
"Dick, is it getting warm in here or is it just me?" As Kate asked this question, she unbuttoned to top two buttons of her light summer dress.
"Yeah, it is a bit warmer than it was. Want me to turn up the air conditioner?"
"If you want to."
I stood up with an obvious bulge in the front of my trousers and Kate's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree going into overload. I turned the air conditioner to a more comfortable setting and walked back to my chair. Instead of sitting down, I picked up my drink and turned towards Kate. What I saw shocked the hell out of me. The top of her dress was around her waist and her braless tits, the same ones I had tried so many times to see, were on display.
"You'll get cold dressed liked that."
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"You are going to keep me warm."
"Are you sure?" Now, I wasn't talking to some eighteen year old virgin on her first date. Kate and I were both in our mid-fifties at the time and had both been around the block a couple of times having both been married before. Her's had ended in divorce and mine, well we know how it ended. Still, my mouth took on a cottony feeling that refused to go away despite repeated efforts on my Scotch's part.
I drained and refilled my glass as Kate stood up and let her dress fall to the floor. Then she slowly slid her panties over her slim hips and let gravity take them to join the dress. She then picked up her glass of wine and sipped as I admired her naked body for the first time. Kate's breasts while small were perfectly formed on her chest and the coal black hair between her legs was something I had hoped to see since I do enjoy a hairy woman much better than a bald woman. I guess my eyes bulged just a bit at the magnificent sight that was standing not six feet away. I felt as if I had died and gone to heaven and could not believe that after all this time I had finally seen this beautiful woman without any clothes on. It was literally a dream come true.
"Do you like what you see?"
I nodded my head still unable to speak due to my cotton mouth.
"Your turn."
"W-w-what?" I managed to stammer out after a particularly large swallow of some awfully mellow Scotch.
"I've shown you mine. It's your turn to show me yours."
Again, I merely nodded. As I stood there looking at Kate's nakedness, I pulled my polo shirt over my head and dropped it at my feet. Kicking my shoes off while never taking my eyes off Kate, I also loosened my belt and undid the clasp that held my trousers up. With only a gentle push from me gravity took the hint and deposited my trousers at my feet. I was now dressed in only socks and jockey shorts which were bulging almost indecently with my very hard cock. I took off the socks next after putting my glass on the table. My eyes still hadn't left Kate's, but her eyes had drifted to my crotch. I hooked both thumbs inside the waistband of my jockeys and pushed them down. My cock was a major impediment that I finally managed to overcome. I bent over at the waist to clear my feet and straightened up to find Kate standing right next to me.
Without a single word being said by either of us, we fell into a deep passionate kiss. My hands traveled down and cupped Kate's ass cheeks. Her's went for pay dirt and clasped my cock in almost a stranglehold. Slowly, Kate started pumping my cock as I reached between her legs searching for an entrance into paradise. I found that entrance and inserted a finger into her pussy while rubbing her clit with another finger. She was already sopping wet to the touch and moaned her appreciation of my finger fucking her while she continued pumping my cock with even more vigor.
Now Kate may have been Southern bred to be a demure lady, but I was soon to find out that she had a wild side second to none. Southern demureness and being a lady had nothing to do with her incredible sexual appetite.
