I Had Given Up, But Those Bosoms Got My Attention

At my age it's not usual to run into someone who wants to play footsie. She's retired, spent her time in the teaching world. She's supplemented her income tutoring. I'm retired, I was a corporate type so I have a pension, SS and 401k. I'm 'set' but not rich by any means.

We met at a meeting to discuss a bridge over the creek, to tie us to the main highway. As it is, right now we have to drive for several miles. I'm all for it, she's against it. I have a house, paid for, not much of a house but comfortable. She lives in a rental house. She's from the Dark Side and I'm fairly Republican. I say this because there is nothing to lead you to think there would be anything there.

Let me give you a visual. Miriam is a woman with an ample bosom. She's got what in my day we called a big ass. She was some kind of pretty when she was young, and still has those features. She doesn't color her hair, which I think is an error. I'm pushing 70, in spite of myself I've got a beer gut. But otherwise in good health. So, neither one of us is magazine material.

The discussion with her was about planting a spring garden. She's a gardener, all flowers and flowerbeds. I'm a lawn guy, Easy and fast. She knows where I live and says my yard is a blemish on the street we live on. It went back and forth and I told her if she wanted to plant flowers and look after them to go right ahead, she had my permission. Boy, the permission word hit a cord with her.

So, that's the background. She's over at my place with a trunk full of flowers, digging up the flowerbeds, I'm doing the digging. and she's doing the planting. She had two dozen flowers to plant. I'm sweating, the ditch digging is heavy. She's got on her gardener hat and looks at home in it. I call for a break, I need to get some water and we got into the kitchen. She starts there, lonely men can't keep house. So, if you want to clean up the kitchen, you have my permission.

One thing led to another, she walked the house, the bathrooms, the bedroom. I sat on the bed and told her to take a seat next to me. Sit down and we can play footsie. What do you think I am she yelled at me. Well I had my answer ready, you are a woman and a man needs a woman. To make it short, she wasn't taken with the suggestion, but I pulled her down on my lap and off onto the bed and got on her. Get off of me, but she liked it. Those bosoms were tempting, that big ass and that look in her eyes and although we weren't twenty, we got it on and finished up compromised.

I got cussed out a little, and I told her those bosoms really did it for me.

Now, that's all in the past. She does her gardening. She doesn't pay rent. She lets those bosoms hang over my face, She's not excited that I am taking ED supplements, but she's excited that it's working. I don't complain about how she manages the kitchen. She doesn't like that I stand naked before her, she doesn't like that I want her naked. Naked means naked, it's been a long time with a woman.

Maybe this hurrah won't last forever, but for now we're fucking like teenagers.