This is my submission for the
Literotica Winter Holidays Contest
If you like it, please vote. While my alter-ego Drew will be in attendance, the story of course has nothing to do with any other of my 'normal' stories.
If you are looking for instantaneous sex, you may want to venture toother stories. While this story is not long, it will not become truly sexual until past halfway. If you do continue, I do hope you like it.
All participants are over 18 years of age...way over in Drews case. All members of the cast are completely a figment of my vivid imagination and hold no reality to any living creature...Promiseπ
The Beginning
Drew finished his morning routine with a bit more detail work on his beard. He was not a fastidious type of fellow. Did not spend much time in front of the mirror, but now he had set himself off on his annual trek to grow a beard. It had started, seemingly 100 years ago, to do the 'No shave November' charity gig. Then some idiot woman at the charity stated he was not following the rules...because he shaved his neck. 'well fuck that' he thought at the time. Ever wear a dress shirt and tie to work with a furry neck? You feel like something out of X-men. You know, the big blue furry guy?
So, he just decided to keep on growing it until New Years. That became one of his annual things. On that morning, the dawning of the new year, he would shave it off and start fresh, usually with a bloody chin in one or two places...but start anew.
The ending of 2020 was something that Drew was looking forward to. He had made a fateful comment at the family Thanksgiving of '19. That 2020 would be a 'fascinating' year. His stepbrother was a hardcore political believer in the opposite side of where Drews beliefs laid. So, Drew picked a word that was neutral, 'fascinating'.
Drew believed that the year would be one of upheaval due to the political powers and he really believed there would be a substantial financial downturn due to massive amounts of personal and corporate debt floating around.
Never in his lifetime could he have foreseen COVID-19.
So, as he past the first of the 2020 holidays, he had missed seeing his stepmom and putting out her decorations. He had to admit that a trip to LA for Thanksgiving would have been amazingly stupid.
So, going into the holidays of Covid 2020, he felt a bit lost. He was a 61-year-old, single, local governmental employee. A great job with a great group of people, but single. The money sucked, but the intrinsic benefits of only 40 hours a week and no travel made up for it all. Five foot seven if he lifted on his toes as they measured. 20+ pounds overweight but relatively fit. And again, he was single.
He did not like being single. It was not out of choice but necessity. Drew was the quintessential 'nice guy', romantic, handy, artist...yet alone. He went through a series of short relationships that seem to explode around 6 months. Suddenly, his weekends were filled with honey-do-it chores instead of being naked and buried deep in his partner. On nights where they used to cook together while sharing a single glass of wine, kisses, and talking, she was buried in her phone while he cooked. Of course, she would ask, without looking up from her phone, if she 'could help.' He, being the gentleman always said, 'no honey' and carried on.
This was a pattern that repeated itself three times in a row, three different women, almost exactly six months to the day. He felt like a complete idiot.
He could go see his Ex who had moved back into town a couple of years ago. They had dated for a while when she got back...but. She was a nice woman, damn fit for late 50's, but...but there was a reason they were divorced.
So here he was in the middle of the holidays, in the middle of a plague named COVID-19, single. In the middle of trying to find something to fill the void, but single. He was heading towards the normally stressful period in everyone's life, the fucking rest of the holidays, single.
He should be relaxed. He had absolutely no obligations to appease anyone. But damn, he would love to have someone to cook for and with. Someone to share his hot tub and look at the stars on the cold holiday nights. Someone he could have for holiday dessert for several hours each night.
But again, he was single. Maybe it was all just him.
All of this flashed behind his eyes as he straightened the one side of his beard.
***
Drew was walking home from work. It was the coolest thing he could think of. After years and years of surviving the two-hour commutes in Nor-east weather, it was a blessing to be able to walk to and from work each day. His preferred path led right through the middle of main street. This gave him a chance to check out all the beautiful college women in their short shorts or sleek leggings.
Not that he ever expected to get a chance to see or touch any twenty something pussy again. He was a romantic, not an idiot. The view and the walk were beyond entertaining though. In fact, during his first week at his governmental job, he had stepped out in front of a moving delivery van because of two outstanding young women, in near indecent daisy dukes, coming out of the VS store. Luckily, the driver, male, had slowed down for the show too. As males they just waived to each other in understanding.
As he wandered down Main Street, he slowed his normal pace and just looked sadly at all the closed shops. He trudged past closed and papered up storefront after storefront. He had never understood how anyone could afford a storefront by selling just socks, but COVID had ended the dreams of many shopkeepers.
The restaurants and bars had all the tables out on the sidewalk and partially into the streets. Drew enjoyed the humanity of the sharing of drinks and dinner outside. He was grateful that he had made the move back home, where there was decent weather all year round. He just wished he had someone that wanted to share the adventure with him.
"Drew!" he thought he heard.
"Drew, over here silly," he heard again, and then saw Michelle waiving from a corner outside. He smiled and headed over to her and another woman she was sitting with.
'Michelle' he thought. 'What a fucking sexy woman.' She was in the genre of the Marilyn Monroe. No six-pack abs, but full of curves. Not a straight line on that body. And the way she carried herself, made every male, and a few females, know she would be a sumptuous sexy woman to share naked time with. He had many lustful thoughts, over many a night about her.
And she knew it.
As he walked up, he wondered how to greet her. They had never been in a full-blown physical relationship, hugs and kisses was as far as he ever got, but now with Covid? She was mid-thirties, so the flirting was more for his ego. And free drinks for her of course, but damn what a woman. She had been in many of his fantasies. She reeked of sensuality. She had worked in his Department but then transferred away. He had not seen her for over a year.
She opened her arms. In violation of everything he preached, his desire flamed up inside him. Then the 'good manager" side reminded him of PROTOCOLS!
His small head reached up and slapped him across both cheeks. 'Don't you dare turn down a kiss and having those large tits pressed up against you,' his little head screeched. Drew then happily violated Covid protocol, with his small head leading. It would have been smiling ear to ear if it could and if it had ears.
He stepped up to kiss the sexy redhead and wrapped her in a combined hug.
"What are you doing?" Michelle asked.
"Just walking home, like I do each day," Drew replied.