A Sexy Summer Evening at Tawney Lawn Retirement Home
Dear Reader--Literotica is very concerned about sex stories with underage characters, whether they are fictional or real. Such a submission will be refused. In this story, we have quite the opposite conundrum, three geriatric old-timers in a retirement home who act like teenagers on their high school prom night.
Who says old people don't like sex? Of course, if they are ill, they might have little use for the "old in and out." On the other hand, if they enjoy the bounty of good health, that same fever, which occupied their youthful days and nights, can quickly return. When the opportunity presents itself, you can be sure somebody is going to get...
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JULIUS SMITH
Mr. Julius Smith was an opera buff. He had been at Tawney Lawn's retirement home for 3 years, arriving at the age of 67. Julius had lived in California for almost seven years, but still considered himself a New Yorker. He had initially considered Florida. Most of his family and friends retired to coastal cities north of Miami., he liked the allure of Tinsel Town. Julius had rented a small apartment in the Larchmont Village area, but as time went on, he tired of having to shop and cook. He wasn't a big fan of Mexican cooking. On occasion, Julius would walk to the Fairfax area for a New York-style meal at Canter's Delicatessen. He would smile at the black-hatted Hasidics whom he passed ferrying their children home from religious school.
Julius received a plethora of mailings from various retirement homes. He visited Tawney Lawns and thought he'd be content there. They had a decent restaurant, a cafeteria, maid service, a small swimming pool to use in the warm weather, and a recreation center. Julius hoped a new residence might turn his life around, maybe he'd find a little excitement. He wasn't unhappy at Tawney, but except for the change of location, and less housework, life was pretty much the same. He missed Cecelia, his twice a week maid who cleaned his old apartment.
Cecilia often had favored him with a blow job an hour after he'd taken his Viagra. Of course, he never told her of his need for the medication. Sadly, Julius hadn't found a substitute for her valuable services. Cecelia would visit him every few months at Tawney and stay the afternoon. The best they could manage was a handjob under a towel while the door was left open a crack, the rule for outsider's visits.
Julius spent most days listening to his record collection consisting of a large selection of Operatic performances on Deutscher Gramophone label. He preferred vinyl to cd's and would sing along with the arias. Since he was hard of hearing, he might be singing too loudly for those who roomed nearby. Mrs. Cheever, across the hall, didn't mind his singing. She had no trouble sleeping right through it.
Julius did not have to renounce his pleasure for playing pocket billiards. There was a relatively new Brunswick table in the recreation center covered with green felt, next to a large yellow 'No Smoking' sign on the wall. Not too many residents played. Aficionados always refer to the game as 'pool.' Shooting pool was a skill Julius learned as a teenager. He played at the Amsterdam Billiard Academy on 10th St. in New York City. If the Academy gave out diplomas, Julius certainly merited one. He wasn't born a gambler, but the tension exerted on players to compete for remuneration can be compelling. Playing pool provided a second income. He made out well enough to buy a small apartment in Hell's Kitchen. He worked days in the meatpacking district and spent most nights at the pool hall. Julius sold his cooperative apartment at the age of 60 and moved to Los Angeles. He was tired of New York winter's cold and snow.
Julius missed the city, the people seemed friendlier there, colder in California. Harvey, who played pool with him, put it this way,
"You see Jules, people here in Los Angeles came here from all over, mostly they were running away. From what, we will never know? But they are an unhappy bunch of unfriendly bastards. Don't ever turn your back on 'em." And Harvey would pat the snub nose revolver he kept strapped under his left armpit.
Jules and Harvey never played for money, they played for the love of the game. It didn't matter who won or lost. Their conversation was mostly about women. Both men had a locker box of stories that never seemed to run out. Harvey, who knew his way around the wilder quarters of the LA, would take Jules to a 'tug and rub' joint, down on Los Angeles Street where anything goes. The young masseuses were Chinese or Korean. A good happy ending was followed by a warm towel wash up.
Harvey would say,
"What more could an old guy want, than a good looking young girl's hand on his cock. " They both day dreamed of taking a vacation to China.
ALICE CHEEVER
Alice Cheever called herself "a widow lady." If one was to probe her history, you'd discover she'd been a promiscuous flower child during San Francisco's 'Summers of Love.' Alice Cheever was also a founding member of an all-girl band, "The Milk Maids." They sang a mixture of Irish folk songs and soft rock. Their most notable appearance was as the undercard of a Rambling Jack Eliot concert at The Bear Mountain Festival.
Their performance was noted by a two-line mention in Rolling Stone Magazine,
"It was obvious why they were called the "Milk Maids." Their singing and tight outfits were crowd-pleasers."
The San Francisco Chronicle's music critic, Zeek Bower, wrote,
"Their youthful exuberance and delivery make them the group to watch. Watching was only half the fun."
Alice had always wondered if the night she'd spent with Zeek had anything to do with his enthusiasm?
Alice and her two friends had hoped to be signed by a major label. Bonnie Rowans, suddenly decided to leave the group and join a Hippy commune at the infamous Barker Ranch. Bonnie's sudden departure spelled an end to Alice's group aspirations, but Alice was still a part of the music scene. She sang backup for Loyd Anderson and enjoyed several affairs with recording artists of both sexes. She preferred men, but after a few drinks or snorts of white magic, she lost all inhibitions and was open to all advances.
The musician who introduced her to psychedelics was Harold Baron. His real name was Harry Roninsky. Baron had been a student of Timothy O'Leary before taking his advice, 'Tune in and drop out.' After Baron quit Harvard, he dabbled in LSD as both a user and a dealer. He obtained Lysergic Acid from a secret lab and impregnated tiny squares of blotter paper that he sold. Harold and Alice lived on the edge but soon achieved notoriety. Their flower child wedding was covered by Time Magazine. Harold Baron, a skilled lyricist, decided to form a duo called 'Starlight and the Big Kahuna.'
Unfortunately, their act ended precipitously. Experiencing what turned out to be a poorly timed LSD trip, the Kahuna climbed over the narrow iron balcony railing at the Sunset Hyatt in Hollywood. Attempting to fly towards a spectacular sunset, he fell to his death eight stories below, Just several hours before their breakthrough gig at the Troubadour.
Alice mourned Harrold Baron for several years, unable to forget his electric personality, sexual fervor, and sizable penis. The music industry turned their back on Alice. They considered her a Jonah (unlucky.) She remained in a mental haze of blotter squares and whiskey bottles while searching for a replacement lover and collecting welfare checks. No one knows many drunken drug-filled midnights stands occurred during that time. Her journal pages for that period were empty.
Alice finally met her soulmate at the Frolic Bar on Hollywood Boulevard. Her new flame, Oliver Cheever, was a mid-level bank bureaucrat and also well endowed. He was tall, partially bald, and had a great sense of humor. The Scotsman with his kilt and small goatee was to her immediate liking. After a few Martinis, Alice wasn't sure if it was Oliver or the ghost of Baron who was fucking her.
Oliver was fifteen years her senior, with a penchant for swinging. The couple set up house together and were married at an Elvis ceremony in Las Vegas. They attended swinger's parties with Roger, the famous dirty trickster and his Cuban wife several weekends a year, with other notable Hollywood players and politicians. Roger, obsessed by Alice's mammaries, even suggested she sing the national anthem at the President's inauguration, preferably topless.
