Old Folk’s Boogie

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Being a widower wasn’t the path I would have chosen given a choice, but it was the path that life put me on, so I had to try and figure out what was next. After 40 years of marriage it was a whole new set of challenges. I have always enjoyed cooking, so now I had to figure out how to adapt to cooking for one. The laundry was always done by my wife because I never could figure out which items had to be washed in a knit bag or which items couldn’t go in the dryer. Folding I could do, but washing, never. Well now all the mundane tasks I managed to avoid for all those years were all on me. For the most part I was adapting well, my clothes were clean and I always looked reasonably presentable. The house and bathroom were acceptably clean with no tumbleweeds of dog fur rolling across the floor whenever anyone walked past and no mold growing in the grout of the tile in the shower. My bed, while not classically “made”, at least had the covers pulled up and straightened out, not that I had any expectations of anyone seeing it to matter anyhow.

As a result of my need to occupy my time, my dog gets more frequent and long walks as well as her social time at the park on Sunday mornings. With no one else’s schedule, needs, wants or desires to take into consideration, dinner could wait until we went for a 30 — 45 minute walk when I got home from work. This gave me time to decompress, listen to music on my headphones and gave both the dog and I needed exercise. My neighbors have gotten so used to seeing me that most will wave even if we’ve never met or spoken to each other.

The route I take 2 or 3 times a week takes me past the house of a woman who had worked with my wife and became a good friend during her lasts months. Tracy had retired from teaching, but still worked as a substitute and a tutor. Often, she would come over and visit with my wife while I was at work and even took her to chemotherapy once when my wife decided that it would be better than me having to take another day off from work. She is a small woman, maybe five foot one or two, thin with what some might consider an underdeveloped chest. I differ with those people after having seen 38D’s turn into 38 extra longs. Small breasts with sensitive nipples are much more enjoyable to me than large ones that sag and flop around. To me though her finest physical attribute is her ass. Slim and obviously still taut, seemingly unaffected by the ravages of age.

Occasionally, if she saw me coming down the street, she would come outside and we would chat for a while. After my wife passed, she texted me every day for the first week or so, just to check on me and make sure I was OK. One Saturday, a few months after my wife passed, she saw me coming and came out to say “Hi” and chat for a bit. She asked how I was doing with settling in by myself. Jokingly I replied “Well, rumor has it that I’m now the most eligible bachelor in the neighborhood. But I’m still waiting for the line of anxious women to form at my door.” Laughing, she said “Careful, I might be at the head of the line.” I smiled as the little voice in the back of my head said “If only”. We talked some more about some changes she was having done on her house and how glad she was that it was done. The only other thing she wanted to do was to change the door knobs on the two outside doors. We chatted a bit more and then, after watching her ass as she went back inside, finished the walk with the dog.

About a week and a half later, I ran into Tracy in the grocery. She had obviously been at school that day because she was dressed much differently than the jeans and sweatshirt. I was used to seeing her in. She had on a pair of dark blue slacks that fit her perfectly, accentuating her ass to the delight of a couple of other customers who let their gaze linger, although them being behind her, she never noticed. A very pretty flowered blouse, a pair of low heels and her reddish brown hair styled perfectly completed the professional educator look. I gave her a quick head to toe scan and teased “You clean up really well.” She chuckled and gave a mock curtsy.

“How’s the doorknob replacement going?”, I asked.

“I haven’t found anyone to replace it for me yet. Everyone is too busy or doesn’t want to waste their time on such a small job.”

On a spur of the moment whim, I replied “If you want, I can stop by on Saturday and do it for you.”

“That would be great” she replied. After inquiring and finding out she didn’t have the doorknobs yet, I told her it would be best to wait and we would go to Lowe’s on Saturday morning and get what we needed. We agreed to meet about 9 in the morning and both went off to finish our shopping.

On Saturday, I drove down to Tracy’s house and knocked on her etiler escort door. She let me in, wearing her standard sweatshirt and jeans “Would you like a cup of coffee while we figure out what I need?”

“I’d love one”, I replied as I turned to check out the lockset on the kitchen door. “This one’s pretty straightforward and shouldn’t be a problem to replace.”

“That’s good, I don’t need any more aggravation with this makeover.” she said as she handed me a mug of fresh brewed coffee. We headed into the living room to check out the door there and discovered that that one might be a bit more of a problem. It was a much fancier unit with a thumb operated handle on the inside and nicer knob on the outside. We’d have to make sure that the new one had screws at the same locations as the present one. I took off the interior trim piece and marked the screw locations on a piece of paper.

“Wow, I would never have thought of doing that”, she said.

I smiled, “You don’t get to be as ancient as me without learning a few tricks.”

“I bet you know more than a few tricks” she replied with a laugh.

Did she just flirt with me? I wondered as we finished our coffee and got ready to head out on the twenty minute drive to Lowe’s. We took my car which made me glad since I had just put in one of my favorite CD’s, a mix I made of live music from various jam bands and Americana artists. We cruised down the Interstate listening to Tedeschi-Trucks Band playing Midnight in Harlem followed by Dr. John doing his classic version of Such a Night.

“You have a very interesting taste in music. I’ve never heard either of those songs before but they are really good”

I did my best cheesy Bogart imitation “Stick with me Sweetheart, you’ll learn all kinds of new things.”

The rest of our outing was pretty uneventful. We got out supplies, headed home and I got to work. I was correct in that the kitchen doorknob came out and the new one went in with no problems, We were glad that we had taken time to examine the living room one because a couple for the fancy ones she looked at at the store would have been more difficult to install with new holes to drill and other potential problems. It was about 1:30 before I finished installing the new hardware and cleaned up. As I was getting ready to go she asked “How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing…..that’s what friends are for. Besides it was fun and good for me to have something to do other than take care of myself.”

“Well, how about I cook you dinner as payment?”

“Okay, let me go home a do a few things there, take the dog for her walk and change my clothes and I’ll be back at say….5:30? I’ll grab a bottle of wine, should I get red or white?”

“I’m going to make beef stroganoff, so better make it red.”

“Good enough…….I’ll see you in a little while”

After getting home and cleaning up the kitchen and straightening the living room, I took a shower. While standing under the warm water, I wondered about her “more than a few tricks” comment. I didn’t want to read too much into it, but it still had me thinking I heard something in her voice. After getting dressed, I took a quick trip to the liquor store to pick up a bottle of cabernet and back home to get the dog out. I decided to walk the two blocks to her house rather that take the car. I might need the walk in the cool air going back home if my imagination got trumped by reality.

Tracy opened the door smiling, dressed in snug fitting jeans, a pale pink oxford cloth button front shirt with perhaps one extra button opened, and barefoot. She had obviously taken the time to fix her hair and she looked like a sexy woman comfortable with her surroundings. The smell of the stroganoff filled the kitchen and immediately made me hungry. I opened the wine and poured us each a glass while Tracy finished up the noodles and plated our dinner. We enjoyed our meal, she was a very good cook, and chatted about our families. Like me, she had a son and a daughter, but I was ahead in the grandchildren department, four to one. I helped her clear the table and we moved to the living room with a fresh glass of wine. More talk of families, our dogs…she had two to my one…and life in general.

After a moment of silence, Tracy inquired “Can I ask you a question? You don’t have to answer, but I need to ask anyhow”

Caught a bit off guard by her request, I replied after a moments though “Ohh…kay, that sounds a bit ominous.”

“No, No, nothing like that. I was just wondering how long it has been since you’ve had sex? I know Mary was sick for a couple of years.”

“Well, it has been much longer than I’d care to admit, but yes, you’re right, fatih escort after she got sick, sex was not on the menu. What stoked your curiosity?”

She hesitated for a moment, formulating exactly how she wanted to frame her answer before continuing “I’ve been divorced for almost 8 years and for awhile, friends would try to set me up with dates or take me out and try and get me drunk so I would go home with some guy. It didn’t usually work, but occasionally I was able to enjoy myself and with a bit of luck might even have an orgasm. After a while though, I tired of the game and kind of just retreated into my life. Then the other night you made the comment about me cleaning up real nice and I realized that it was nice to be noticed by a man I already knew to some degree.”

“I was being honest, even if I tried to pass it off as being a smartass.”

“I appreciated you noticing anyhow, and then today while you were working, I kept watching you and fantasizing about what you’d look like naked. So I was wondering….”

I looked at her, studied her face and realized that she took the chance to make herself vulnerable to possible rejection but I found that very endearing and sexy as hell at the same time. “What is it you have in mind?” I asked.

“I guess what I’m saying is that I’m looking for a friend…with benefits. I’m not looking for a boyfriend, and I doubt you’re ready for a relationship, but neither of us is getting any younger and I’d hate to think that I’m going to die without ever having sex with a man again. Batteries can take care of physical needs, but they aren’t very creative.”

That last comment caused me to chuckle and my reaction seemed to make her relax a bit. I smiled and told her that I thought that arrangement might be just what the doctor ordered. Getting up, I grabbed our wine glasses and went to the kitchen to refill them and fully process what had just happened. It had been forty years since I was with any woman other than my wife, and now a woman I considered very sexy had just offered herself to me. She had decided that she wanted to be first in line after all.

Returning to the living room, I spotted a CD of Van Morrison by her stereo and slipped it from its’ case and into the player. I walked over to her and set the glasses on the table, took her hand and helped her up as the music started to play “Dance with me”. I slid my arms around her waist as Into the Mystic began to play. We moved to the rhythm of the music, the faint scent of her cologne filling my senses. She pressed herself closer to me and I placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her head up so I could move closer and press my lips to hers. Moments after our lips met, hers parted and I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues danced to their own tune as our bodies still swayed to the music in the background. As my hands moved lightly across her back, I noticed something missing…a bra. I moved my left hand up along her ribs and slipped it between us. My hand easily covered her breast and her nipple was erect and pressing against the palm of my hand. Our kiss became more urgent as my fingertips moved along her breast and captured her nipple. I pinched and twisted her nub as she sucked and gnawed on my tongue.

Breaking our kiss, she looked up at me while removing my hand from her breast but still holding it. “Take me to bed…please”. She led me down the short hall to her bedroom and I followed her inside. Stopping behind her, I slipped my arms around her waist as I leaned down to kiss her neck and nibble on her earlobe. The buttons of her shirt were soon undone and I slipped it from her shoulders while the tip of my tongue traced around her ear. After tweaking both nipples simultaneously, I unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them over her slim hips. She stepped out of them, holding onto my arms for support, before leading me the rest of the way to her bed.

She laid back on the bed, clad only in her panties as I stripped off my shirt. She watched intently as I undid my jeans and I noticed a bit of a smile when she saw that I went commando. “I should warn you”, I said as I got on the bed and knelt between her legs, “there’s a possibility that the equipment may have rusted from a lack of use, but luckily I know a few tricks that may find a way to satisfy you anyway, and if Big Jim and the Twins are uncooperative tonight, rest assured I will call the doctor on Monday and get some medicine.”

“So, Big Jim and the Twins, eh? That’s a new one on me, I’ve heard it called a few things, but never that one. If he’s feeling lazy tonight, I might know a trick or two to help him from his funk.”

I smiled as I lifted her leg and slowly licked up her calf fındıkzade escort and placed a kiss behind her knee. After repeating the process on her other leg, I reached up and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties. Tugging gently, I slid them down as she lifted her cute little ass off of the bed. I worked the panties down and slipped them off of each ankle before lifting them to my face and inhaling her scent as I stared at her. Her eyes were consumed with lust as they locked on mine. The tip of her tongue trailed slowly around her lips. I tossed the panties aside and spread her legs so I could kiss, lick and nip up her inner thigh. The higher I went, the more she opened her legs to welcome me. Her swollen outer lips gleamed in the soft light. Moving closer, I licked up one side and down the other, getting my first taste of flavor associated with her scent. My fingers spread her lips as I leaned closer to tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. Swirling slowly around it, taking my time, savoring its’ taste, feeling how swollen it was. Capturing it between my lips and squeezing, Tracy let out a gutteral moan and a hissed “Yessss”. I slipped my hands under her ass and tilted her hips up toward my waiting mouth and tongue. She groaned louder and more frequently as I explored her pussy, first with my tongue and then my fingers as I sucked her clit and scraped it with my teeth. My fingers slipped out of her pussy and reached under her ass again, tilting her hips up as my finger slid down her cleft. I sucked hard on her clit as my fingertip pressed against her pucker and then working into her to the first knuckle. “OOOoohhhhhhhhh..my gawd” she screamed as her body convulsed wildly. I sucked and lapped up all of her flow as she slowly stopped trembling, Moving up I held her close as she trembled “I don’t think I’ve ever had a sensation like I had when you pushed your finger into my ass….It was…It was…..the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”

We snuggled and shared a slow passionate kiss as I stroked her hair. “What was Big Jim’s reaction to that little encounter?” Tracy asked finally.

“Well his spirit was very willing…although I’m not too sure he fully remembers how he’s supposed to react.”

“Hmmmm…well, I suppose I should tutor him and see if I can jog his memory.”, she smiled broadly and kissed her way down my body. My cock was only semi-erect but that didn’t decrease it’s sensitivity. Her lips encircled my head and her tongue teased my tip eliciting a deep groan from me. Tracy lowered her head further and worked my cock furiously. When I was younger, my cock would be pressed against her throat by now. As it was, although although somewhat stiffer, fucking her tonight wasn’t going to happen. Tracy seemed undeterred and was using every technique she knew to give me pleasure.

“Damn, woman, you are a really good cocksucker”, I moaned, and that seemed to excite her even more.

She released my cock and looked up at me “I know we probably can’t fuck tonight, but you can still cum, and I want to taste it. Keep talking dirty to me because it excites me and makes me want to please you even more. Don’t worry about things we can’t control tonight, but you’re been through a lot recently and you need to cum.”

I smiled weakly and looked at her with a newfound appreciation. I grabbed her hair and forced her head back to my crotch “Less talk you little slut and more taking my cock back into that hot little mouth” She reacted with one of the finest blowjobs I’ve ever had. She alternated between just teasing my head with her tongue and burying her nose in my pubic hair as she seemingly tried to swallow my cock.

A couple of minutes later, as she fondled my balls and ran the tip of her tongue along the sensitive underside of my cock, I could feel my release impending. Grabbing her hair, my hips bounced up and down, attempting to fuck her mouth. “I’m going to cum in that hot little mouth now, slut” I moaned which caused her to close her lips tight around my cock and suck harder. A brief moment later, her efforts were rewarded with a spurt, and then a second and a third. My body tensed as I squeezed out the last couple of drops onto her tongue, and then relaxed. Tracy moved back up to me and I pulled her close for a kiss. She started to pull back a little bit, but I held her hard to my lips. My tongue swirled with hers, the taste of my cum still fresh. When we broke our kiss and she rested her head on my chest and sighed “I’ve never had a man insist on kissing me after I sucked his cock. In fact most don’t want to kiss at all. That’s why I was a bit hesitant when you kissed me just now.”

“That seems rather rude to me. If I kissed you before, it’s rather insulting to you not to kiss you after. Hopefully we’ll get plenty of chances for you to get used to it in the future. And I’m calling Dr. Mark the first thing Monday morning.”

She smiled and moved her hand down and wrapped it around my cock “You’d better, and I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

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