He spent much of his day staring at computer monitors, and over the last few years, that had taken its toll on his eyesight. But not so much that his vision couldn't be corrected with lenses. In fact, he'd recently had his eyes checked and his contacts updated. However, he wondered if his sight had degraded again so quickly as he glanced down the street during his morning walk to the woman headed toward him. She was dressed in leggings and matching tank top, obviously out for her own walk, but from this distance she seemed younger than the 55-age minimum for living in this subdivision. The tight-fitting outfit also hinted at a killer body.
As he continued to watch the attractive woman grow in his vision, Robert Crane reflected on how he had come to be here. He and his wife, Joan, had carried on with their former neighbors for a couple of years. Then, Gale Lang and Lorna Goodman, whom were business partners, had a serious business disagreement that halted Gale from participating in the neighbors' group get togethers (read orgies). Then, Don Brown received a big promotion, so he and his wife, Kara, sold their home and bought a bigger, fancier abode in an exclusive subdivision. They were Robert and Joan's closest friends in the neighborhood, and their departure caused the neighborhood gatherings to dwindle. The remaining members of the group, Brad and Roxanne Bullock, Peg Small, Lorna Goodman, and Darrell and Maude Burke, still got together occasionally, but it wasn't the same. And then, strangely, Roxanne, who'd had the most voracious sexual appetite of all, became less sociable, causing her and Brad to become distant. The others remained friends, but four women were more than Robert or Darrell could handle.
Concurrently, even though Robert was self-employed, the company that provided him with most of his work merged with another and no longer needed an outside web developer, and this seriously affected the Cranes' finances. Given Robert's credentials, he could easily obtain employment with a number of other companies; however, he had come to enjoy working from home. Most of his clients were local, and there were no others to fill the loss of the company that had been his main client.
The prospect he did find was actually in Joan's hometown in the next state over. He knew if she found out she'd want to move as soon as possible. She'd been wanting to return home for years, but Robert's lucrative business always prevented that. He really didn't want to move there, but aside from it being selfish, the opportunity was too good to pass up.
Given their experience with their previous neighbors, Joan wanted to buy or build in a 55-plus subdivision to be with people that were in their age range. But Robert easily read between the lines. Joan had gradually been losing interest in sex. Her reasoning was that they were older and didn't need it as much. She swore it was not losing interest in him. Naturally, he didn't entirely agree with her, but neither was he the type to pressure her. She didn't cut him off, and she never refused him when he made advances. Yet he was smart enough not to overdo it, particularly when most of the times that she consented, her heart wasn't in it and it ended up being little more than him relieving himself sexually. So, it evolved into him going to her only when he was desperate and needed more satisfaction than his hand could provide.
Robert loved Joan very much and convinced himself he was content...
"Do you like what you see?"
Robert snapped back to reality. "Excuse me?"
The woman was posing before him. "You've been staring at me for several minutes, so I was wondering if you liked what you saw."
Quickly catching himself, Robert recovered. "Oh, no, actually, I was lost in thought about something."
She nodded, but the smirk on her beautiful face told him she didn't completely buy it. Close up, it was difficult to judge her age, though he could tell she had some years on her.
"You're new here," she deduced.
"Yes. Just moved in a few weeks ago. Robert Crane." He extended his hand.
Shaking it once, she introduced herself. "Lana Wells. I'm down there where you first saw me." She turned and pointed. "This you?" she asked, nodding to the house they stood before.
"Yes. And with all due respect, you don't look of age to be living here."
Lana grinned. "Well, that was a clever way to ask how old I am."
"Oh, no, it was a genuine compliment."
"Well, then, thank you. Unfortunately, I
am
old enough to be here. But just so you know, as long as one spouse is over 55, the other doesn't have to be. And my husband is well over. Are you out for a walk?"
"I am. And I knew that about the age requirements." Robert couldn't get over how attractive she was for at least 55, if not older. She could easily pass for 45.
"So, am I. You're welcome to walk with me. Company would be nice."
Who was he to refuse? He followed her as she moved on, noting how shapely the leggings made her ass before stepping quickly to catch up.
"Get a good look?" Lana asked.
"Excuse me?"
"You were checking out my butt, weren't you?" she asked with a grin.
"Oh, no, no, I, I was--"
"It's okay. I'm flattered. I work hard to maintain my appearance."
"You do an excellent job," Robert felt he should say.
"Thanks. And you should know, I'm pretty direct and open-minded."
"And it seems, you like to toy with people," Robert surmised.
With an alluring smile, Lana stopped, turned to Robert, and said in a whispery, bedroom voice, "I won't deny I like to have fun. You like to have fun, Robert?"
The question didn't throw him off, but her tone did. In his mind, Robert chalked it off to her toying with him. He answered in kind, "Sure."
They resumed walking.
"Are you married?"
"Yes."
"Does
she
like to have fun?"
Maybe Robert was merely swept in by Lana's incredible body and beauty, and her extremely friendly disposition, but he was reading sexual overtones in her voice. He tried, "Some kinds."
"Sounds like Myron, my husband. But in fairness to him, he's quite a bit older and he has medical issues."
"Sorry to hear that," Robert offered. "About the medical issues, that is."
"It's a strain on both of us."
Robert didn't have a follow-up to that, so they walked in silence for a few minutes.
"How's
your
health?" Lana asked, finally breaking the quiet.
"Just fine."
"Get used to that question," Lana advised. "Living in a subdivision where everyone is elderly, that's the big topic."
"Hadn't thought about that, but good to know."
"Health and sex."
