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My wife and I worked hard to prepare for retirement. We saved and scrimped what we could in the early years. But family and kids take precedence so we didn’t save much during that time. We worked two jobs each to pay off our house and send both our son and daughter through college. Once both kids were out on their own, we turned our efforts to building a nest egg for retirement.
We still worked two jobs each and did rather well. After years of savings we had enough money to live comfortably and set a retirement day. We were planning on traveling and just enjoying ourselves. Two weeks after we set that date my wife was diagnosed with cancer. I lost her a year later.
I was devastated. I quit both jobs and turned into a hermit. I stayed in my house and only went out for necessities. Both my kids would stop by from time to time and try to get me to go out with them, but I was so depressed I refused. Slowly my depression lessened. Eventually I began to socialize and started doing a bit of traveling.
I took a trip to Las Vegas, spent a week gambling (I lost my ass of course) and going to shows. I even got up the courage to hire a call girl for a night. She was young (in comparison to my 56 years) 23 or 24, beautiful and a perfect professional.
I hadn’t had sex since my wife died, so I was nervous and unsure about whether I could have sex at all. I needn’t have worried. Clare and I had sex three times that night. And when she left I was completely sated and happy.
When I returned home I found that Carl Flare and his family had moved but instead of selling their house, they were renting it. I decided that I should go introduce myself. Why I did that I still don’t know since I was still not interacting with others much, but I did. I walked over and knocked on the door. A young man answered the door and I introduced myself. I could see two kids behind him, both very young boys.
After I introduced myself the young man grunted, “Frank.” And held out his hand.
I shook it and a moment later he bellowed, “Sarah! WE GOT COMPANY!”
I heard footsteps then Sarah appeared. She smiled and held out her hand as she said, “Hi, I’m Sarah.”
She was a good-looking young lady. She was tiny, 4′ 11″ tall and weighed about 90 lbs. or so.
She had a really nice ass which was cased in tight shorts and a pair of firm looking “B” cup breasts that looked much larger on her small.
As soon as she let go of my hand she began to talk. Not fast but continuously. In a very short time I learned that Frank was a construction worker, that the two boys were named Greg and Glenn, were 2 and 4 years old respectively and they had moved from Alabama in search of work for Frank. As Sarah talked Frank rolled his eyes and disappeared into the living room where I could see the TV was on.
I stood and listened to Sarah talk for a half hour. I didn’t catch most of what she said, I was too busy covertly watching her breasts giggle under her blouse as she moved. After a few minutes I was delighted to see her nipples showing through the material.
Sarah finally said, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to hog the conversation.”
“Aw my dear young lady it has been a delight for this old man to listen.” I replied.
To my delight her cheeks colored just a slight bit as she said, “Oh you are a flirt!”
“At my age that’s the best I can do.” I said.
An impish smile creased he lips as she replied, “Yea, uh hu, Ok.”
“I need to get home. I hope we can talk again soon.” I said.
“That would be fun. I don’t know anyone else here to talk to.”
As I fell asleep that night, I was remembering the night with Clare. Later I dreamed of that night, but it wasn’t Clare that was sitting astride my cock, it was Sarah. I woke from the dream to find I had a raging hard on. I stroked it as I tried to recalled my dream. As it came back to me, as I remembered the feel of Clare sliding down onto my cock I visualized Sarah’s face. It didn’t take me long to cum with those fantasies floating through my head.
The next morning I lay there in my bed thinking about my dream. I knew I’d never try anything with Sarah, but I also knew I liked the fantasy. I decided I was going to talk to her whenever I could so I could feast my eyes on her. Fuel for a few more dreams and fantasies.
Frank found a job on a large construction project. It was in the next state, so he didn’t make it home very often, maybe once or twice a month. I made it a habit to talk to Sarah whenever I could, which was almost every day. Actually, I didn’t do much of the talking, she did; I listened. Sarah wasn’t one to hold back on anything.
I learned all about her family, Frank’s family and every one of their relatives. I learned that she had married Frank when she was 18, that she had gone to college on a running start program and had an AA degree in accounting and that she had never worked in the field because Frank didn’t want her working. She was always happy and upbeat until the day I found her crying. I stopped canlı bahis by for my regular visit. I knocked on the door and when she answered the door her eyes were red and swollen.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.
“Nothing. It’s nothing.” She replied choking back a sob.
“Sarah, I’ve never seen you like this. Something has to be wrong for you to be so down.”
She stared at the floor for a moment then wailed, “Frank lost his paycheck in a poker game!”
I put my hand on her shoulder and gently squeezed to comfort her as I said, “Oh come now, it can’t be that bad!”
“It….it…. is!” she sobbed, “He…he lost most of the last one in a poker game too. We haven’t paid the rent in two months And I don’t have any money to buy food!”
“Look,” I said stroking her shoulder, “I’ll loan you the money.”
“But…what if I can’t pay it back? And how will you afford it? You’re retired aren’t you?” She asked still sobbing lightly.
“I’ve got enough savings that I’m comfortable so don’t worry about that. You don’t need to pay me back right away. You can pay me back when you get on your feet. “
“I don’t know if I should.” She said, “I don’t like being in debt to anyone.”
“If you don’t take it I’ll feel badly.” I said, “You and the boys need food and shelter. What about the utilities? Are they paid?”
“Oh my god! I forgot about them!” She sobbed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of those too. But you have to talk to Frank. He can’t be losing his paycheck like that. He has a family to take care of.”
“I’ll….I’ll try.” she snuffled.
I pulled out my wallet and handed her $400.00.
“For food.” I said, “I’ll call the property management and the utility company tomorrow and get those paid.”
“I can’t….” She began, pushing the money toward me.
I backed up and replied, “I’m sorry but once I’ve handed it to you, it’s your’s.”
She looked at the money, then at me and a thoughtful look crossed her face as she said, “I hope you don’t think this means you can take liberties with me.”
“Sarah!” I said forcefully, “Have I ever made any such insinuation? Have I even hinted at
anything like that? I’m not doing this to take advantage of you or so you owe me. I’m doing it because you and the boys need it.”
Her eyes again grew shiny with tears as she replied, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Forget it. Take the money and get some food. I’ll take care of the rest. And you can pay me back when you can.”
In actuality I had fantasied that it might lead to me getting into her panties. After her remark though, I knew that would never happen. But I also knew she and the boys needed the money and I just couldn’t let them go without. The next morning, I called and made arraignments to pay the rent and utilities. Two days later I walked over to see how she was doing. When I knocked on the door Sarah opened it and a huge smile filled her face.
“Dan! Come in!”
I stepped and followed her to the living room.
I sat down on the couch and Sarah asked, “A beer?”
“Sure.” I replied.
She left and returned shortly with a beer.
She handed it to me then said, “I don’t normally buy beer, but I bought this one just for you. Dan, I’m really sorry about that comment I made when you gave me the money. I’m not even sure why I said it.”
I grinned and replied, “No worries. Even if I had thoughts like that, I know I’m way too old for you. I’m sure a beautiful young woman like yourself wouldn’t ever think of an old guy like me in that way.”
A strange look filled Sarah’s face as she said, “Mmmm……yea. Ok.”
She sat and we talked for a half hour. To be truthful, as usual, it was her doing all the talking. I finished my beer and she offered another. I wanted to but I also knew I had to get out of there before I slipped and made a stupid comment.
She walked me to the door and just before I left, I asked, “Have you talked to Frank yet?”
“No. She replied slowly, “I…aw…I want to talk to him face to face. I was going to ask if you would watch the boys this weekend so I could drive over and do that.”
I smiled and replied, “Sure. When do you want to leave?”
“Early Saturday morning.” She replied, “And I’ll be home about noon on Sunday.”
“Ok. I’ll be here at 7:00 AM. Will that work?”
“Dan, you are so nice to me I can’t believe it!” She replied.
“No problem.” I said, adding in my head, ‘Not as nice as you think. What I would do to you if I had half a chance would make a sailor blush!’
I arrived at her door at 7:00 sharp on Saturday. When she let me in I had a hell of a time keeping my eyes off her. She had on a tight, white miniskirt and a very tight tube top. Instantly my cock was so hard it hurt from looking at her. I followed her to the living room and when we arrived, she turned to face me. My eyes locked on her chest. Her nipples stood out like twin pencil erasers though the thin material of her top.
After a moment I realized she bahis siteleri was talking to me and I pried my eyes away from the fabulous sight of her nips, “….Greg is just potty trained so he might have an accident. Both boys need to be in bed by 8:00 and they like to get up early so you better be prepared.”
She smiled at me and turned in a circle as she said, “Do you think Frank will like it? I bought it especially for him.”
“If he doesn’t love it, he’s dead.” I grunted.
“You are so sweet!” She said, then added, “Do you like it?”
I stared at her nipples, unable to keep my eyes off them as I said, “Do I like it? Damn girl you look fabulous!”
“Aw, Dan! That’s so nice!” She said as she launched herself at me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her whole body against me as she hugged me. I could feel her hard nips through her top and the warm pressure of her mound pressed to my belly. I pulled her tighter and held her that way for a few heart beats. Finally, I felt her grip on my neck loosen so I set her on her feet and reluctantly let her go.
“I’ve got…to go.” She said, “Like I said, I’ll be back by noon tomorrow.”
“Ok, be careful, ok?”
“I will.” She replied over her shoulder as she stepped out the door.
The boys and I played games all afternoon. I made them supper at 6:00, put them in a bath by 7:00 and had both in bed by 8:00. I watched TV until 11:00, then fell asleep on the couch. I woke early the next morning with Glenn bouncing on my chest. I fed them breakfast and we again played games most of the morning. Sarah arrived at 11:30. As she came in the door, I could tell something was wrong. Her eyes were red and she moved like she was in a trance.
“Did everything go OK with Frank? Are you ok?” I asked.
Sarah looked up at me and said, “Dan, could we not talk right now? I’m so tired. I need to sleep. When I wake I’ll tell you everything, OK?”
“Sure.” I replied, “Do you want me to watch the boys while you take a nap?”
“No, I’ll put both of them down for a nap with me.”
“OK, I’ll go on home then.” I replied.
She said nothing more as I left. I was more than a little hurt. She hadn’t even said thank you. I sat on my patio drinking beer for the rest of the afternoon, brooding about her slighting me. By 6:00 that evening I had drank 7 or 8 beers and was feeling pretty drunk. The phone rang shortly after 7 and it was Sarah.
“Hi Dan. Could you come over. I really need to talk to you.”
“Yeh, I’ll be there in a bit.” I said in short chopped words that matched my mood.
I got up and trudged into the house, stripped and stepped into the shower. As the water cascaded over me, I sobered up a bit, but as I toweled myself dry I was still pretty buzzed. I pulled on some shorts and a shirt, then headed next door.
When I knocked on the door Sarah opened it. She was dressed in a thin summer dress that hit her at mid-thigh and hugged her body like a glove, forming around her firm breasts. The outline of her nipples stood out though the thin material. Her eyes were glassy and even though I had been drinking most of the afternoon I could smell booze on her. As I saw her, I began to get angry.
‘She flaunts that sweet little body in front of me because I’m an easy touch, I’m old and she thinks I don’t want it!’ Were my drunken thoughts.
I choked it back and followed her to the living room.
I sat and she asked, “Beer?”
“Yea, sure. Why not?” I said trying to hide the anger in my voice but even to my ears failing to do so.
She left and returned with two beers. She handed me one, then sat on the opposite end of the couch.
She took a drink of her beer, then said, “I talked to Frank.”
“So, is he going to be the model husband from now on?” I asked, trying not to sound sarcastic and petulant but failing.
“No he….aw…he….” a moment later she burst into tears as she sobbed, “When I got there, he was at a strip club getting a blow job! The bastard is spending his paycheck on whores and lap dances!”
For a moment I was stunned, then I recovered and said, “So what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to divorce the bastard is what!” She grated through a flood of tears.
In an instant my anger was forgotten. It seemed so damned petty in light of what Sarah had just told me.
“But…I..don’t know what I am going to do about me and the boys until we get a judge to make Frank pay child support. I can’t pay for this house. I’ll need to get a job and find a much smaller place. I need to pay the bills and the biggest thing is I need to pay you back.”
“I told you paying me back is not a priority. You can do that whenever you can. And as far as the house I can take care of things until you get on your feet.”
Sarah stared at me for a moment then said in a low voice, “Dan, why are you so nice to me?”
As her question filtered into my alcohol fogged brain, I was drunk enough that the words spilled from my mouth before I could think about bahis şirketleri stopping them, “You remember what you accused me of when I first offered you money? That I wanted to take advantage of my offer? Maybe get into your panties? You spoke true. If I were 20 years younger, I would try with all my might to do just that. But I’m too old and I know you’d not want a guy my age. Damn Sarah haven’t you ever noticed how I look at you? That hungry look?”
I finished and sat staring at her. She was staring right back at me, her eyes wide.
After a bit the silence grew heavy and I couldn’t take letting it stretch out, “Yeh, I know, I’ll go. But the money was offered with nothing attached, no conditions or expectations. I’ll still pay your rent and utilities and I’m going to whether you want me to or not. It’s not in my nature to leave you and them without.”
She didn’t say a word as I stood, walked to the door and without a backward glance let myself out. When I got to my place, I broke out a bottle of whiskey I had in the cupboard and spent the next 3 hours sitting in my chair taking shot after shot. By the time I was done I was so drunk I couldn’t stand and had to crawl to bed. It had been years since I had drank that much and when I woke my hangover was a killer. I spent the entire day recuperating. Actually, it took me three days to get completely over it. After that I avoided letting her see me and didn’t call or go over to her house, for a couple of reasons:
1) I was totally embarrassed and mortified by what I had said and done. What I said had been true, but some things should never be voiced and my lust for her was one of them.
The first reason lead directly to the second,
2) I was sure she was disgusted with me because of what I had said. I was sure a man my age lusting after a young woman her age would be another reason for her to be totally revolted.
And finally,
3) I felt like I had destroyed the friendship I had with her and I really didn’t want to face that reality.
As the days slipped into weeks Sarah didn’t contact me and I knew she probably never would again. I saw her come and go, but I always stayed out of sight, not wanting to face the look of distaste I was sure she would give me. Even with that, I was good to my word. I paid the rent, paid the utilities and every week, when she was gone, I pushed an envelope of cash through the mail slot in her door for food and other stuff.
I was watching TV one early Saturday afternoon two months after my drunken revelation when a knock sounded on my door. When I opened it, I was surprised to find Sarah standing on my porch.
“I….aw……” I stammered, not knowing what to say.
She looked solemn as she said, “I don’t want to owe you anything.”
“I understand.” I said sadness filling me as I looked at her face, set in a stoic expression.
“Do you? Do you really?” She asked, a sharp edge to her voice.
“Yes I do.” I told her, “I said some things that I know disgusted and offended you. I really should have come to you and apologized, but I didn’t know how and I was so embarrassed, so mortified by my conduct I couldn’t bring myself to do it, but I didn’t want you and the boys going hungry or being thrown out of your house.”
“You really don’t have a clue.” She said softly, that sharp edge still in her voice, which cut me worse than if she had screamed at me.
“Sarah I am so…..” She held up her hand to stop me and said, “Like I said, you don’t have a clue. I need to say some things to you, but I don’t want to do it here on your porch. The boys are napping so I need to get home. I want you to come to my house this evening at 8:00. The boys will be in bed so we can talk.”
I could imagine the verbal whipping I was in for, but I knew I had to face her wrath and take my medicine.
I hung my head in shame as I replied, “Ok.”
Sarah turned and left without another word. I was tempted to break out the whiskey to fortify my courage, but I also knew I needed to be sober for our conversation. I had already decided I wasn’t going to try to defend what I had done, that I would take whatever she had to say as my punishment.
The time ticked by at seeming double speed and before I knew it, it was a few minutes to 8. I got up out of my chair and trudged to her door. It took me several tries before I could knock. I was startled when the door opened less than a second after I knocked. I realized she must have been waiting for me. To me it felt like she just wanted to get this over with.
“Come in.” She said.
As I entered, I took note of what she was wearing. It was one of the thin cotton sun dresses that looked so good on her. It was white with printed flowers, pulled in at the waist and held by a belt. Even though I knew I shouldn’t my eyes scanned down her body, stopping for a moment on her firm breasts. To my surprise I saw her nipples showing though the thin material of her dress indicating she didn’t have on a bra. I tried not to stare and quickly looked on down taking in how the dress hugged her hips, how her legs looked smooth and finally that she was barefoot.
She didn’t say a word, but motioned me to follow her. Head hung like a man going to his
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