It's Wednesday night and I'm sat in the living room of my retirement apartment. My name is John and I'm in my late sixties. My wife, Anne, passed away two years ago and I live alone in the retirement complex. My cousin, Celia, is with me and we're watching the late news on the television.
Celia has been a widow for four years and she's in her mid sixties. She lives about fifty miles away and has come to stay with me for a week. It's the first time I've seen her since Anne died and I'm enjoying having a visitor. Celia has showered and she's dressed in silk pyjamas and a thin silk robe. I'm in my boxers and a bathrobe.
Suddenly, everything goes dark as the power fails.
"Another bloody power cut!" I said angrily as I stood and walked over to the bureau to get the torch. I switch it on and turn to see Celia laughing.
"Don't get so uptight," she said.
I got a candle from the drawer and lit it then went back to my easy chair.
"It's a regular problem for the last month or so," I said.
"It must be annoying but there's nothing you can do about it so relax," she replied.
We sat talking for a while and the power hadn't come back on after about half an hour.
"It could be off for hours so we might as well go to bed," I told her. I passed the candle to Celia. "You take this, I'll use the torch."
"Thanks," she replied and walked over to the bathroom.
I turn off the television so it wouldn't come on in the middle of the night and flicked the light switch to off. As I made my way to my bedroom, Celia came out of the bathroom.
She smiled at me. "John, I'm not very good with the dark, can I share your bed tonight?"
Taken aback, I replied, "Eh,......... Yes, of course."
I opened the door and she stepped into my bedroom. I watched as she walked round and stood next to the bed then she slipped off her silk robe. She stood there in her light blue silk pyjamas.
"I need to use the bathroom so I will be with you soon," I muttered.
When I got back, Celia was in bed and she smiled as I climbed in beside her making sure that I didn't get too close.
"Remember the last time we shared a bed?" she asked.
"Yes, about sixty years ago on holiday in Devon," I replied.
"I was six and you were nine," she said then added, "We've changed a bit since then."
As we lay facing each other, I felt my dick start to harden. I hadn't been with anyone since Anne died and a woman laying just inches from me was too much.
