The Green List
1
I am not young. My wife had died less then a year previous and I am retired. Not rich, but I live comfortably. To say I was lonely would be an understatement. My wife was a lovely woman, we had a very normal marriage. Our sex life had been adequate, but the last few years as she was sick my wife and I had not had sex at all. Yes I was horny, in need of female companionship.
I often stopped at a local coffee shop after eating a light lunch at home. It was just a way to get out of the house. A change of scenery. I always sat in the same spot, next to the windows, people watching those that walked back and forth on the city street outside.
One day she came in. She appeared very much younger then me, sexy and beautiful. As it turns out she is five feet six inches tall, blond shoulder length hair, a face to die for. I knew she had a nice figure, but I would later learn just how sexy she was.
She sat at a table close to the coffee bar itself and proceeded to read a book. We both sat their for over an hour and I nodded and smiled as I left, the first to head home. All that day, and the next, I kept thinking about her. Her very pretty smile, the way she ran her fingers through her locks, pushing one side of her bangs behind her ear. The way she smiled back at me when I smiled at her as I was leaving.
It was more then just her beauty. There was something about her, a magnetism, something in her eyes that attracted me to her. Now I am realistic, I had no illusions that she would be attracted to a fifty-eight year old widower. But even us old guys have our fantasies.
She looked about thirty-five and she was dressed the next time I saw her in shorts, wearing a ball cap her pony tail sticking out of the back of the hat. Her blouse was a low v-cut, her ample breasts teasing me with her cleavage. When she came in that day, two days after the first time I saw her, I made note of her sexy legs and it was all I could not to not adjust myself as I saw her incredible ass. I am both an ass and a boob man, and hers are spectacular. Her entire body is spectacular.
God, to be ten years younger or perhaps twenty
, I thought.
I did not go to the coffee shop again until the following Monday. The pretty blond was still on my mind, but I felt like I was just teasing myself. A couple times over that weekend I fantasized about her and masturbated with wild thoughts of the things I would like to do with her. In a word I was infatuated. If just sexually, infatuated all the same. If I sound crude, or sexist, I am sorry but I am just a normal man.
I kept thinking about her when that same Monday she came into the place again. It was about one in the afternoon and I wondered what if anything she did for a living. I mean she was in the coffee shop during the day so my first thought was she was married and did not work. Again that Wednesday she came into the place, and I finally managed to get up the courage to walk over to her table.
"I see you in here occasionally, may I sit?" was sure she would think me some creepy old man and would say something like
no thank you
.
"Oh..., sure. I have noticed you in here myself." She reached her hand out across the table as I sat down and said, "I'm Maggie. Nice to meet you. I wondered if you were ever going to say hello."
I blushed at this but managed to reply, "I'm Kevin. Nice to meet you Maggie."
We just talked of this and that. She was so nice, so sweet. But in her conversations I detected a note of sadness. Maybe it was just loneliness, she told me she was divorced a couple of years previously in what was a horrible marriage. She did not go into details, after all we had just met.
Now I am no handsome catch. I look my age and at best maybe above average looking. The advantage I had over most guys was that since me and my wife had not had sex all those years, I had invested in a home gym and worked out almost every day. My chest though not huge is muscular, my belly flat. I don't have much of an ass, but I worked my legs and I run three to four times a week. For an old guy my body is not bad.
"So, what do you do for a living Maggie?"
"I am an accountant. When I divorced the asshole I went back to school and managed to get my certification. I was lucky, last year I grabbed some very lucrative accounts and now I own a beautiful home and make six figures a year. The best part..., I get to rub it in my ex-husbands face. We have a daughter but she is not a Daddy's girl. She realizes what a pig he is. Mickey is a Momma's girl and lives with me right now. She inherited her not very good relationship thing from me. Unfortunately."
"Well, I have two adult sons living in my house. Don't feel bad. The economy hit them bad and though they both work, they are just getting back on their feet. It won't be forever. I hope." I replied with a small laugh. I guess I am slow on the uptake, but it was then I realized she was a lot older then she appeared. But, being the gentleman I am, I of course did not ask her age. I figured what the hell. All she could do was say no. "Maggie, can I take you out to dinner sometime?"
She smiled and replied, "I wondered if you were ever going to ask. Of course. When?"
"How about Friday night," I replied.
"How about tonight since you are retired and I set my own schedule."
I smiled and asked, " Okay... What kind of food do you like?"
"Surprise me. I am adventurous."
Now I am no fool. I did not want our first date to be a disaster. "Okay, Maggie. Let's put it this way, what kind of food
don't
you like?"
She smiled and again my cock in twitched in my pants. Maggie is so damn beautiful, and does not know it. "Okay, smart man. I am not a fan if Indian or Thai food. The spices. Anything else I am pretty much game to try. Even if I don't like it, I promise, I won't blame you."
So I chose Italian. I have always loved Italian and never met anyone who did not like it. We had a wonderful dinner, laughing at each other's jokes, talking about our failed relationships, and just enjoying each other's company. "So, I don't want to bring up a touchy subject, but do you miss your wife terribly?" She said.
I understood the question. She did not want to compete with a dead woman. "Of course. It's the little things. Something happens and I automatically want to turn to her, find her, what ever, and tell her about it. I am not going to say we had a perfect marriage, because we did not. The last 4 years were tough. It took a long time for the cancer to kill her. I was there for her, but honestly, I was lonely."
"Lonely? I don't understand."
"I am going to sound selfish."
"No..., it's okay. Tell me about it."
I was hesitant, but for some reason this woman made me want to open up. "This is going to sound absolutely like I am a cad. But, okay. I have not had sex in five years. Except, you know. Myself." I am sure I blushed like a teenager but she did something I will never forget.
Reaching out her hand she said, "Oh Kevin. I get it. I had a sexless marriage too. In my case my husband did not. I have no idea how many women he was fucking, just that he was and I was not one of them. He was also mean, always in a bad mood around me. It was horrible."
"I am sorry. Can I ask you a question Maggie?"
"Sure, what's up?"
