A Second Chance

Nick looked into the mirror and could see the boredom etched on his face looking back at him. He had lived an active life. Right out of high school he had taken a job as a roustabout for a carnival. After a year and a half of that, he had been drafted into the military and spent the next 3 years as a tank crewman, working his way up to tank commander.

When he left the military he stumbled into a job as a roughneck on an oil platform. The schedule of 2 weeks on the rig and two weeks off with 12-14 hour days when on duty was demanding, but Nick loved it. He worked that job for almost 10 years, until the company he worked for was sold and the buyer decided to fire everyone and hire an all-new crew.

When he couldn't find another job on a rig because of a down turn in the industry, he decided to try law enforcement. He found that the exciting times suited him, but they were few and far between. He discovered that being on patrol (which he was 75% of the time) was just flat boring compared to the life on an oil rig, so after 5 years of it he moved on.

At 39 years old he landed a job as a steel worker. It suited him and he helped build many of the skyscrapers that appeared on the New York skyline in the 80's and early 90's. He would have done that to retirement except he was diagnosed with a bad case of vertigo and it was dangerous for him to be in high places.

While Nick loved a hard physical job, he wasn't a brainless musclehead. He had been a very good student and absorbed information like a sponge. While recovering from the vertigo, he began to read about computer programming. He taught himself about it and how it was used in the automotive industry. In time he came up with an idea for a new way to program cars to comply with the pollution regs and still wring the most power out of the car engine as possible.

After recovering from the illness, Nick bought a shop and went into the business of modifying cars and trucks for performance. He found that it kept him busy both in mind and body. And he grew to love working on the varied vehicles the customers brought to him.

The other part of his life that he loved was Brissa. He had met her one day in 1985 at a bar in East Harlem. He had been on his way home from a job and decided to stop into a bar he saw for a beer. When he walked in there were only two other customers in the place. As he sauntered up to the bar, Nick's eyes immediately went to the bartender. She was Porta Rican, about 5' 4" tall with a pair of sizable tits barely restrained in a halter top.

She fixed Nick with her dark brown eyes and with a grin said, " Hola! We don't get many Extraños in this place. Are you lost?"

Nick grinned back and replied, "Nope. Just thirsty. What kinda' beer, ya' got?"

She flashed him another grin and said, "We have all kinds amigo. Would you like some of the commercial watered-down stuff or a good beer?'

Nick had drunk almost every kind of beer, from lagers to stouts, so with a grin he replied, " Well if you have a good stout, I'll take that, but if all you got is pee-water, it will have to do!"

Brissa found she was beginning to like this tall, broad-shouldered jincho. She pulled up a strong craft beer they had on hand, popped the top and set it in front of him.

"If you are not lost, what are you doing in El Barrio?"

Nick took a long drink of his beer, smacked his lips with an,"awwww" then said, "I'm a steel worker. I'm working on that new building that's going up a few blocks south of here."

"Aw yes. I go by there when I am on the way here from home. So what does a steel worker do?"

Nick grinned as he let his eyes wander back to the cleavage she was displaying, "When you walk by do you look up and see guys walking the steel beams way the hell and gone up top?"

"Yes. I often wonder what kind of loca person would do that!"

Nick chuckled and said," Well you're lookin' at one."

Brissa put her arms on the bar, then leaned on them putting her breasts front and center, pushing them up so there was no way Nick wouldn't notice. She had used this tactic many times to elicit bigger tips from customers, but this time she wanted to see this guy's reaction.

"So you are one of those loca people I see up there!" She said with a smile.

"Yeah. I'm one of them." Nick replied, his eyes fastened to her cleavage, "Can I ask you a question?"

Brissa nodded.

"When you do that," he pointed at her breasts resting on her arms, "have you ever had someone lean over and plant a kiss on top of those magnificent tits?"

"I have had some try," She replied with a grin," but they end up in the street when I have them thrown out."

"Yeah, I can see that happening. You do know it's almost beyond resisting, don't you?"

"But if you do, I would have to have you thrown from the bar!" Brissa replied with a laugh.

"It would be worth it!" Nick replied as he lifted his glass in a salute, then finished his beer.

He tossed a 20 onto the bar top and asked as he stood, "Do you work here every day?"

"I own the place. I work every day except Wednesdays and Thursdays. Those are my days off."

"I might have to make this a regular stop on my way home."

"I will be here to serve you!" She replied, hoping he understood the innuendo and grinned as Nick replied with his own grin and an, "I wished!"

As he left Brissa watched him go, wondering if he would be back and hoping he would.

Nick made the bar a regular stop on his way home. Because of the time of day he left work there were never very many customers in the place. When he asked Brissa about it she told him they didn't get really busy until after 9 PM.

He'd been stopping by for almost two weeks when he walked into the bar one Tuesday afternoon to find no one but Brissa there.

"Hola! The steel worker arrives!" She called.

Nick took a seat as Brissa placed a bottle in front of him. She noticed that he was more reserved and quiet than usual.

"What is the matter Mr. Steel Worker? A bad day?"

"Yeah. My working partner got hurt. He's alive but in the hospital. I need a distraction."

Brissa propped her breasts up on her arms in front of him and said with a grin, "Will these do?"

Nick stared at the smooth caramel colored skin of the tops of her breasts, then glanced around to make sure no one else had entered the bar and said, "Yeah, but..."

With that, he leaned forward and kissed the top of her left breast.

When he pulled his head up his face was only a few inches from hers as he said, "So do I get thrown out?"

Brissa had been hoping he would ask her out, or proposition her or something, because she had begun to feel a heat every time she saw him.

As he looked into her eyes she said, " I should throw you out...," she grabbed his head and slammed her mouth to his.

The kiss was like a spark applied to gasoline. Both of them were instantly afire with a sexual heat.

When they broke the kiss, she gasped, "Now! Right now! Lock the door. Put up the closed sign!"

Nick quickly got up and locked the door. As he turned, she was right behind him. She grabbed his hand and pulled him over to one of the chairs that sat at a table. She pushed him down onto it, then reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them, tossed them onto the table, then just as quickly unfastened his belt, unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his underwear to his ankles.

Without hesitation she held his semi-hard rod up and slipped her mouth down over it. It took all of 30 or 40 seconds and Nick was as hard as stone. She straddled his lap, lined his cock up with her entrance and with a groan dropped onto it. She slammed her mouth to his as she began to slam up and down on his hard rod.

Nick was surprised, but delighted. He placed one hand on the back of her neck, the other he filled with one of her ass cheeks as he began to thrust up into her. The heat between them was such that it took only a few minutes before both of them came. Nick felt her body stiffen then she dug her fingernails into the skin of his shoulders as she climaxed. He wasn't far behind her. His cock exploded, throbbing, blasting steams of cum into her. When they finished, she sat on his lap limp and gasping, still impaled on his hard rod.

"Damn girl!" Nick said, "You do that often?"

Brissa leaned back and looked into his eyes as she said, "No. Never before. You're just the lucky one who set a fire in me. Speaking of in me, do you want more or are you going to ghost me now?"

"Ghost you? Oh hell no! You're the best I've ever had! If I can get more, I want more!"

Brissa slowly climbed off his lap. Nick stood and pulled up his pants and underwear. She picked up her panties from the table where she had tossed them and walked back behind the bar. She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down her apartment number and the building address.

Nick had walked up to the bar by that time and Brissa stuffed the paper into his shirt pocket as she said, "I am off tomorrow. If you want more, stop by after your work."

Nick grinned, leaned over the bar and kissed her passionately.

"You can damn well bet I'll be there!" He said as he broke the kiss.

Brissa smiled then stuffed her panties into his other shirt pocket, "These are to remind you what is waiting for you."

Nick pulled them from his pocket, placed them against his face and inhaled.

"Mmmmm... oh hell yes!" He said.

"Bastard!" She said, "I want it again now but I need to open the bar!"

"Tomorrow!" Nick called as he left.

The next day Nick found his way to her apartment. He had done something he had rarely done up to that time, he had taken the next two days off work. When she heard his voice on the call box wanting to come in, Brissa could feel the fire of the previous day reignite. She had been asleep, so she met him at the door dressed only in a nightie.

As he entered he grabbed her and pulled her against himself as he said, "I took the next two days off. Are you going to entertain me?"

Brissa grinned and responded, "Do you have the stamina for me to 'entertain' you for two days?"

"There's one way to find out!" Nick said as he pushed his hands up under her nighty and cupped both cheeks of her ass.

Over the next two days they did find out. They fucked until they were exhausted, ate, slept and did it again. By the time Thursday afternoon rolled around, they were both tired, sated and happy.

As he was preparing to leave Nick said, "I'm not going to stop by the bar. If I do I'll want to drag you over to a chair and plant you on my cock."

"Good!" She replied, "Because if you stop by I will want you to drag me to a chair so I could plant myself on your cock!"

"I did change my work days though. I'm off on Wednesdays and Thursdays," he said with a Cheshire grin.

"Bien! We will see if you can survive!" Brissa replied with an answering grin.

And so it began. Neither one wanted to live together, but they couldn't, or didn't want to stop seeing each other, because the sex was hot, very, very hot. Perhaps that was from not being together all the time. Or it just could have been chemistry. Whatever it was the sex between them was always a volcanic thing.

They were both sexually adventurous so over the years they tried a lot of things: sex in every way and combination two people could do. They also tried threesomes and foursomes and puppy pile moresomes. They tried some light BDSM and found they were both switches.

They had sex in public. Brissa gave Nick a hand job under the table in a dimly lit restaurant one night while they were having supper. And he, in turn had fingered her to a climax under a blanket on the beach at Atlantic City on a Fourth of July day surrounded by thousands of people.

He had once had her lie on a table, covered her in chocolate syrup and whipped cream, then invited four friends to come and lick all of it off her. By the time it was gone Brissa was so turned on she climaxed when the chosen friend had touched her clit with her tongue.

In turn she had tied him to a bed, put whipped cream on his cock and had three friends lick it off, with and occasional full mouthed suck. As a finish, one of her friends had planted her pussy on his face as Brissa had swallowed his cock until it exploded.

After Nick was diagnosed with vertigo and had to quit the high steel and after he bought his shop the relationship between them didn't change much. The only change was that he worked for himself so he could take time off whenever he wished. Occasionally, he would take advantage of that and stop by her apartment for a quickie before she went to work. On her part, she would occasionally stop by his shop and jump him in his office. His crew would always grin and elbow each other when she went into his office and the shades were drawn. They knew what was going on.

His life came crashing down on a spring day in 2005. He was at his shop when one of the guys who frequented the bar called him and told him Brissa had been shot. A robber had entered the bar and demanded cash. It was mid-afternoon and the money in the till was only a few dollars. When she had given him everything she had, he got angry at the little bit of money she had and shot her before leaving.

Nick had gone to the hospital but discovered she had died on the operating table. His grief lasted a couple of days before it was replaced with anger. Because he had been a frequent visitor to the bar and the neighborhood, there were a lot of people who knew him. When he let it be known he was looking for the person who had killed Brissa, most of the neighborhood tried to help.

Had he found the guy Nick would have killed him on the spot and in his state of mind wouldn't have tried to, or really wanted to, cover it up. Luckily for him, the killer hadn't tried very hard to cover his tracks and the police had arrested him before Nick could find him.

As the months went by the friends he and Brissa had made together tried to get him to come out with them and have some fun. Nick tried it a couple of times, but discovered that sex without Brissa was bland and uninviting, so he stopped going out. He decided he would never find another like Brissa.

Now here he stood, 65 years old, staring into a mirror. The boredom of a life without the action of the jobs he had done gone and a sexual partner who set his libido on fire also missing had settled on him like a damp blanket.

That's why he stood staring into the mirror wondering why he had accepted the invitation a friend had tendered to go to a political reception. He had never been into politics and still wasn't, but his friend had insisted a lot of different people were going to be there and hoped it would pull Nick out of the doldrums he was in.

"I'll go but I can tell this is going to be one more of those god damned boring waste of time I've had before!" He grumbled to himself as he began to shave.

"A tie! They want me to wear a tie! Okay, I will but it's gunna' be bright green, over a flannel shirt with a pair of blue jeans! Let the ass holes see if they like that!" he muttered as he pulled the razor over the three day stubble covering his chin.

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Phyllis looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The dress was perfect for the reception. It wasn't too formal, nor too casual. It was an emerald green color that accented the red hair and pale skin of her Scotch-Irish heritage. She appraised herself in the mirror. At 59 she was still trim. Although she had some padding here and there. Her hips were fuller than they had been in her youth and there was a small bit of padding on her belly. But all in all she thought she looked good.

Not that she really tried or cared to attract men. Since her husband Arnold had died she hadn't met anyone who interested her. And she didn't have a drive for sex. It wasn't her age. She and Arnold had sex at least once a week for the 30 years they had been married. He loved sex, but wasn't really good at it. During the 30 years they had been married she had never climaxed while they were having sex. The sex had always been pleasant, and felt good. Sometimes were better than others. When Arnold had been drinking a bit and it took him quite a while to finish it had felt very good. But sex had never developed into a driving force or a strong desire for her.

She had loved her husban, d but it had been a soft, caring kind of love. They had met at a political reception (like the one she was about to attend). They were a good match and rarely disagreed. She was content to let Arnold make all the decisions. They dated for 4 years before he proposed. They never had sex until they were married. During their marriage she considered sex as a 'wifely duty'. Since she considered sex as a duty and since it did feel good and was a pleasurable sensation, she was amenable to having it whenever Arnold wished.

Over the 30 years of their marriage she had been the perfect businessman's wife and relished that role. She had raised their two sons and didn't work outside the home, but spent much of her time doing charity or volunteer work. She kept the house emaculate and was the perfect companion for her husband at business-centered affairs. She was attractive and consequently, through the years had been from time to time been propositioned.

But she was faithful to her husband and never took up any of those offers. Partially because she didn't want to hurt her husband or damage his reputation and partially because of the sex she had with her husband. While it had been a pleasant experience with Arnold, she didn't think having it with anyone else would be much different and so it wasn't an attraction for her. She had never felt the kind of hot passion so many of her girlfriends talked about, and all the romance novels she read detailed.

Arnold had been a very successful businessman and had left her well off. Now that he was gone, she wasn't in a hurry to get into another relationship, so she rarely paid attention to the males who tried to get her attention.

Phillis pulled out a drawer and considered what underwear she wanted to put on, a comfortable pair, or should she use her French-cut silk ones to feel a bit naughty? She decided the silk ones would be both comfortable and make her feel a little naughty. As she smoothed the material over her mound, she considered whether or not she needed a bikini trim. Her pubic hair was fine and bright red, but now sprinkled with a peppering of gray. She wondered if she could color it like she did her head hair, then dismissed that thought with another, that no one would ever see it. She took one last look in the mirror to make sure she was ready, picked up her purse and headed for the door.

When she arrived at the reception she was greeted at the door by Carl Inigo an assistant to the politician who was the center of the reception.

"Phillis! You are ravishing today!"

Carl was younger than she was by 20 years, but had propositioned her several times. She never considered taking him up on his invitation, but being the calm, stately woman she was she was always pleasant to him and gave him a smile.

When she entered the room Susan Carlson the chairwoman of the political party putting on the reception was close to the entrance. Susan and Phillis weren't friendly by any means. In fact Phillis despised the younger woman and knew that Susan felt the same about her.

"Phillis Roux! So nice of you to attend! And such a lovely dress! It makes you look so much younger!" Susan greeted her.

"Susan! This is a very nice reception! Did one of your staff put it together for you?"

For an instant, Phillis saw anger flit across Susan's face, then Phillis smiled and said, "I hope you have a pleasant evening."

Phillis made her way to the bar, ordered an Old Fashioned then looked around to see if she could spot a friend in the crowd. She saw Alice Argonian on the other side of the room and began to work her way in that direction.

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Nick strolled up to the entrance and was stopped by a young man in a suit.

"May I help you Sir?" The young man asked.

Nick wordlessly held out his invitation.

The young man glanced at the invitation, then looked up at Nick and said, " I'm sorry Sir, but this is a semi-formal event. You must have on a suit."

Nick grinned and held out his hand for his invitation as he said, "May I?"

When the young man handed the invitation back to him, Nick turned it so the inside was toward the young man and said, "Well all it says here is a tie is required. Would you be so kind as to show me where it says a suit is also?"

"Well it isn't there, but everyone knows..." The young man began.

"If it isn't there, it isn't a requirement." Nick cut him off as he began to step into the entrance.

The young man stepped in front of him and put his hand on Nicks arm as he said, "Please sir, you can't..."

Nick looked the young man up and down, then began to roll up the sleeves of his plaid shirt as he said in a low, gruff voice, "I can and will. Check with your boss. I am dressed per the requirements that were on the invitation. If they want me out, they can call the cops. Now I do not wish to be physical, but if you don't move your hand and move aside, I will be forced to move you."

The young man's face paled as he took in Nick's size and demeanor, then he quickly stepped aside. Nick strolled into the main room and was greeted with dozens of stares. He smiled and nodded to those around him as he walked over to the bar and ordered a beer.

A few moments later, Steven Dykima the man who had invited Nick to this event appeared at his side.

"Damn Nick! You do have a way of stirring the pot!"

Nick grinned and said, "I have on a tie, see?' He said, flipping the bright green Saint Patrick's Day tie he had on. "That's the only requirement that was published. They would have been really spun up if I had shown up in a pair of swimming trunks and this tie."

Steven leaned close and with a chuckle said in a low voice, "you're an asshat!"

Nick's grin widened as he replied, "Damn dude! You know me! Did you expect anything else?"

Steven barked a laugh and said, "No, not really. But you know what? I knew you would do something like this and that my friend is why I invited you!"

Across the room, Phillis heard the murmur in the crowd and wondered what had taken place to get them talking. She decided to wait right where she was. She knew that, like a wildfire, whatever happened would be spread through the room in a matter of minutes.

Her thought was born out a few minutes later as Karen Baldone hurried up to her and asked, "Did you see that?"

"No, what happened?" Phillis asked, knowing full well she was about to get a color commentary of the events.

"The guy that just got here, he's dressed in a bright green tie, a pair of blue jeans and a plaid shirt! And he has the sleeves rolled up too! Have you ever seen anything so uncouth?"

Phillis could barely keep from laughing as she nodded to acknowledge Karen's statement. She knew that Karen would consider a piece of lint on a sweater as uncouth.

When Karen left, Phillis went back to the conversation she had been having with Gary Carlson about the local school levy that was ready for a vote. They talked for 15 minutes then Phillis excused herself to go to the restroom.

To get to the restrooms a person had to go out the door at the rear of the hall and down a long narrow hallway. The men's room was on the far side of the ladie's room. Phillis used the restroom and as she stepped into the hall was considering leaving since she was beginning to get bored. Because her mind was occupied with trying to come up with an excuse to leave, she didn't see the guy in the plaid shirt until she walked right into him. When she made contact she stumbled back a step.

Nick quickly reached out and took hold of her arm to steady her as he said, "Hola! I'm sorry I got in your way."

As Phillis looked at him, the feel of his hand on her arm felt hot, like it was on fire. As she studied his face she also felt something else, an unfamiliar stirring in the pit of her stomach.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you!" She said.

"Don't be sorry!" Nick replied, " It was a pleasure on my part! It's not often such a pretty lady tries to sweep me off my feet!"

Phillis was flustered. She didn't know what the feeling waking inside her meant, or why.

"I really didn't mean to try to knock you off your feet!" She replied.

"You may not have meant to, but you almost did!" Nick replied, "But you want to know something? You didn't have to run into me, you could have knocked me down with a look."

It finally came to Phillis that the guy wasn't being serious; he was flirting with her! A guy flirting with her had happened many times over the years, but this time it felt different; she liked it.

"I... aw... thank you," was all she could think of to say.

"I need to use the room down there, but can I buy you a drink after I come out?"

"The drinks are free," Phillis said before she thought about it.

"Okay, can I order you a free drink so I can hog more of your time?" He replied with a grin.

It finally got through to Phillis that he was trying to spend some time with her. When that realization sunk in, it hit her that she was interested in this man.

"Yes, I think that would be alright," She replied.

"I'll meet you at the bar," He said, then before he went on he added, "I suppose I really should introduce myself, Nick, Nick Haugen. And you are?"

"Phillis Roux." She responded

"Roax. Hmmm... that's French for red-haired isn't it? Very appropriate! Is that your family name?"

"No it's my married name."

"Perhaps I was hasty in inviting you for a drink. I don't want to anger your husband."

Phillis smiled and replied, "I'm a widow."

"Well than I don't feel so bad. That didn't come out right. I'm sorry you lost your husband but I'm not sorry for inviting you for a drink."

Phillis didn't know what to say; she just nodded.

"Okay, meet you at the bar?" Nick asked," Or if you wait a moment I'll be quick and I can walk you back to the bar."

"That would be nice," Phillis replied, trying to sound calm and noncommittal.

Nick smiled, turned and hurried to the men's restroom. He was back in a few minutes.

He held out his arm and said, "Shall we?"

Phillis smiled and took his arm. As she did, she became aware of the solid feel of it and a moment later the scent of him filled her nostrils. It was a scent she was unfamiliar with. Nick used pine tar soap. It was an earthy smell and to Phillis, it was strange but attractive.

As they walked, Nick became aware of the heat of her hand on his arm. As he felt it, it came to him that Brissa's touch had always felt that way too. Nick ordered the drinks and they wandered over to a table in a corner.

When they were settled, he said, "I'm not a political person. I'm only here because a friend insisted I needed to get out. Are you into this political thing?"

"Not really. I attend because many of these people are friends and expect me to support them in their political endeavors."

"You know I'm a widow, but you never said, are you married?" She asked.

"Nope. Never. I had a long-time partner, but she was killed in a robbery 5 years ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Phillis said.

Nick nodded to acknowledge her comment, "Do you have kids or grandkids?"

Phillis smiled and replied, "Two sons and four grandchildren. Three are granddaughters and one grandson."

She took a sip of her drink as she asked, "How did you know what my last name meant?"

"I read a book about French family names. Well, it was about Spanish, and Norwegian and Mohawk family names too." He said as he raised his glass and took a sip of his drink.

Phillis was startled at that. From the look he had about him, she assumed he was a blue collar guy and thus not as well educated as the rest of those she was usually around.

As he raised his arm she stared at his forearm trying to figure out the tiny white lines on it. It finally came to her, they were scars, dozens of them.

"May I ask, are those scars on your arms?"

Nick smiled and replied, "Yes. When you live a life like I have you're bound to catch a few scraps and scratches."

"What did you do?"

Nick grinned and listed his jobs, telling her a little about each, from the first as a circus roustabout to the present one, squeezing more power out of automobile engines. As he did Phillis was stunned. Being married to a business executive, one who had been with the same company his entire career, it surprised her to hear this man tell her about his varied and exciting employment.

When he was done he asked, "So where have you worked?"

After listening to him list his jobs, Phillis was almost embarrassed to tell him what she had done with her life.

"I... I was a housewife. I took care of my husband and did volunteer work." She replied hesitantly.

"Lucky husband! And now you're a GILF!" Nick said with a huge grin.

"GILF?" Phillis asked, puzzled as to what that meant.

"You don't know what that term means?" Nick asked.

"No, I'm afraid not." She replied.

Nick's grin widened as he said, "It's a not-so-polite term for a very attractive grandmother. I might tell you what all those letters stand for later when we get to know each other better, if I think it won't offend you."

Phillis wondered what it meant but didn't want to insist on him telling her. She was starting to like this straight-talking guy. A moment later the lights dimmed and music filled the room.

"What's this?" Nick asked.

"The dancing has begun," She replied.

"Well we shouldn't waste it. Care to cut a rug with me?"

Phillis had never heard that term but she knew it meant he was asking her to dance. She smiled and nodded. He rose, took her hand and led her to the dance floor. The music was slow and something extraordinary happened. As Nick put his arm around her and pulled her in to nestle against his body, Phillis felt that funny feeling she had been experiencing since she met him spark into something else, something she had a difficult time identifying. When she did understand what it was, it again surprised her. It seemed to be sexual in nature, something she hadn't felt for years. But it was much stronger than anything she had ever felt with Arnold.

As they danced, Nick too was taken by surprise as he realized he had begun to desire this mature, stately woman. It was something he hadn't felt since Brissa had been killed. When the dance ended they walked back to their table. They both finished their drinks quickly and Nick went to the bar and to get two more. Over the next couple of hours they danced a half dozen times and each had 5 drinks.

They were both feeling the drinks when Nick asked," I need some air. I think there is a garden behind the building. Care to go for a walk?"

Phillis was feeling a bit dizzy and decided a walk and fresh air would do her good. They found their way out of the building and discovered the garden was very large with multiple paths snaking through it. They walked without talking for a while and finally stopped under a Japanese Maple tree.

"I can't get that term GILF out of my mind." Phillis said, "Won't you please tell me what it means?"

"It might offend you," Nick said, then added, "No, I'm sure it will. I should never have said it."

Phillis was still feeling the effects of the drinks as she smiled and said, "I promise I won't be offended."

"Okay," Nick said as he took her by the shoulders and gently put her back against the trunk of the maple tree, "But I warned you. It means," he put his hands on the tree trunk on both sides of her, leaned in close and said, "A Grandmother I'd Like to Fuck."

Phillis was at first shocked at his use of the word fuck. Then it hit her he had just told her he wanted to do that to her and the shock deepened. That was followed a second later by the realization that under the shock and embarrassment of his use of the word was something else, that something she couldn't quite recognize. The ball in her stomach grew warmer. When she felt that unexplained feeling begin to grow Phillis panicked and pushed it away.

"That was a very uncouth thing to say. Can we... can we go inside now?" She asked.

Nick could tell she was feeling disgusted at what he had said and replied, "Sure, we can. I'm sorry if it shocked or disgusted you but I warned you."

"Yes, yes you did." Phillis replied, wanting to add, 'That's not why I'm bothered by it.' But didn't.

When they made their way back inside the reception was beginning to thin out.

"It looks like everyone is leaving." Nick said, "I suppose I should too."

He said, "The reception wasn't all that much fun, but you were delightful. If you give me your phone number I'd love to give you a call sometime."

Phillis' heart jumped at his request. Even though it hadn't been a conscious thought, she immediately knew she had wanted him to ask, but now that he had she was hesitant to give him her number.

"I'm not sure if I should do that."

"Then I will go home with a broken heart. Perhaps we will see each other again sometime," Nick replied as he turned to go.

Phillis made a snap decision and said, "Wait!"

She held out her hand and said, "Let me have your phone."

Nick unlocked and handed her his phone. She quickly entered her name and number.

When she handed it back, Nick grinned as he said, "Thank you! I'll be calling soon!"

As she watched him walk away, Phillis wondered what had gotten into her. The man had told her he wanted to, she couldn't even bring herself to think the word, have sex with her! So why did she give him her phone number? All the way home and late into the night, that same question buzzed through her head. She finally fell asleep without an answer.

For his part, after he got home, Nick sat in his easy chair and no matter how he tried images of the mature, stately woman kept popping into his head. He didn't understand it. She was nothing like independent, fiery Brissa. The woman admittedly was subservient to her husband for their entire marriage. Nick had never been attracted to that type, so why her? Why now? He drifted off to sleep in his chair with those questions rolling around in his head. Late the next day Nick came to the conclusion that he had to figure out what his attraction to Phillis was.

He called her number and when she answered, he said, "Hi. It's Nick. I realize you were shocked at my use and explanation of the GILF term and I decided that I should apologize. I wasn't trying to shock you. I said that because I thought it was funny. Sometimes I forget that there are people who haven't lived the way I do and haven't been exposed to things like that. To make amends I'd like to take you out to supper."

Phillis was surprised he called, then as he apologized, she felt pleased, and when he asked her out to a meal, the surprise returned.

She didn't realize that she had been silent and thinking about the situation for quite a while until Nick said, "Does your silence mean no?"

That shook her out of her contemplation, "I... no... I mean it doesn't mean no. It's just that I'm surprised you called... so soon."

Nick, being the plain-spoken type said, "Well, I need to talk to you. I don't know how you feel about me but you keep intruding on my thoughts and I need to figure out why. So supper? Tonight?"

Phillis was unsure of how she felt about going to supper with him, but when she opened her mouth she was surprised when the word, "Yes," popped out.

"I'll pick you up at 7:00, Okay?"

"Yes, that will be fine."

"Okay, I'll see you at 7."

As she hung up, Phillis' mind was filled with questions, 'Why did I agree to go out with him? What did he mean I keep intruding on his thoughts? What should I wear?'

Phillis spent the next couple of hours trying to figure out what to wear. She finally settled on a simple black cocktail dress. As she pulled her panty drawer open it again hit her what he had said and she was actually able to think the word,'fuck', although it was immediately followed by a flash of embarrassment. Because of that feeling, she didn't pick a pair of her sexier panties, but pulled out a pair of regular-cut white cotton panties.

She was waiting nervously when her doorbell rang at exactly 7. When she opened the door it was Nick. He was dressed in a pair of pressed and creased black jeans, a pair of shark skin cowboy boots, a white western style shirt and a western cut jacket, topped by a brown Stetson hat.

"This is the closest I have to a suit." He said by way of greeting.

Phillis smiled and replied, "It fits you well and looks good."

As he escorted her to his vehicle, Phillis was again startled. She didn't know what she was expecting, but the completely restored, shiny black 1957 Cadillac sitting at the curb wasn't it.

Nick grinned at her expression and said, "It's a customer's car. I made a deal to cut his bill in half if he let me use it for the evening."

When she slid into the car, it was huge, spacious and very comfortable.

As they pulled away from the curb she asked, "I neglected to inquire of you, where are we going for supper?"

Nick grinned and replied, " It's a seafood place out on the other side of the bay. A friend of mine owns it. Tiny's Bar, Grill and Continual Soiree."

Phillis had been to every one of the highly rated restaurants in the city with her husband and had never heard of such a place. From the name she assumed it was going to be a dive and began to mentally prepare herself to dine in such a place.

When they arrived the building looked exactly as she thought it would. It was made of warped, weathered wood sitting out over the water of the bay on pilings. There were only six cars in the parking lot. From that Phillis assumed it wasn't very popular. But as they entered the front door, her perception was altered dramatically.

While the outside was weathered and nondescript, the inside was the opposite. As they stepped in the door, Phillis saw that the lighting level was low and the walls were painted an emerald green. The floor was covered in a deep green carpet. Soft music was playing and she saw that each of the dozen tables sat in an enclosure against the wall. Each enclosure had drapes to close it off and make it into a private area. As she stood just inside the entrance she saw Nick pulling off his boots.

"You'll need to take off your shoes and put these on." He held a pair of slippers out to her, "House rules."

Phillis undid the straps on the high heels she was wearing and set them next to Nicks boots on a long bench, then pulled on the slippers. A moment later, a huge man appeared. He was wide in the shoulders and towered over both of them.

"Nick!" the guy said, "Your table is ready."

"Thanks Tiny." Nick replied,"and thanks for getting us in so quickly. I know you're usually booked weeks out."

"For you, it's no problem!" The big man replied with a grin.

Phillis was shocked. The owner had reservations for weeks and Nick got them in right away? She began to wonder about the relationship between the two men.

"This way," Tiny said.

He led them to a table that was set with silverware and as they sat he said, "The three menu items tonight are Almond baked rockfish with Asparagus and Clam Chowder, Lobster Rolls with Green Beans Almondine and Bouillabaisse or a Sushi plate."

Phillis ordered the rock fish and Nick did the same.

"The dishes will be ready in half an hour. Meanwhile," Tiny pulled a cart to the table with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, "This is on me."

"Tiny, you don't have to, "Nick began only to be cut off by a wave of the big man's hand.

Tiny grinned, stepped back and pulled the curtain.

Nick poured Phillis and himself a glass of champagne, then held it up. Phillis touched her glass to his and as she did, he got a faraway look in his eye as he said, "To friends, comrades and missing lovers."

After they took a sip, Phillis said, "You miss her."

Nick's eyes snapped to her's as he said, "Absolutely! We were compatible, in life and in bed."

"Would you like to tell me about her?" Phillis asked, dropping into the comfortable, subservient, supportive role she had always played, liked and been good at.

Nick grinned, "I would, but I can't without talking about sex. That was a huge part of our life. And from your reaction to my GILF comment, I don't want to bruise your sensibilities again."

"Perhaps you could tell me without all the colorful words?" Phillis prompted.

Nick barked a laugh and replied, " Even if I could tell it in flat, colorless language, if I told you what we had done, you'd be red as a tomato!"

"I don't think it would shock me that much." She said.

"I tell you what, I'll talk about Brissa and our life together and answer any questions you have IF," Nick put an emphasis on that word, " you don't get offended and you tell me about you and your husband and answer my questions. Deal?"

Phillis was a bit startled by his offer, but quickly decided that it wouldn't be that difficult to answer any questions he had.

"I agree," She replied

Nick smiled, took a sip of champagne and launched into the story. He told Phillis how he and Barissa met, and Phillis could feel her cheeks start to grow warm as he described how he had kissed one of Brissa's breasts and how the fiery woman had responded by demanding sex. He told Phillis about their sex life, and the combinations they had been a part of. As Nick described the multiples, threesomes, foursomes and more, Phillis could feel her embarrassment at his frank talk slipping away and a kind of wonder taking its place. By the time he got to the end she had become some what comfortable with his language, the 'fucks" and 'cunts' and 'cocks' and all the other terms he used.

"So that's how we lived, and moved and played and had oodles and gobs of sex! So do you have questions?" He finished.

Phillis sat silent for a moment, stunned by everything she had just heard. Through her entire life she hadn't ever thought of such things. In fact had someone told her while she was married that people did such things, she would have considered them liars. But hearing it from Nick she couldn't think of him as a liar. As the shock began to wear off, a question did come to her.

"Weren't you jealous of her having sex with other people?"

Nick grinned and replied, "Why should I have been? At the end of the night she was going home with me. She wasn't going to leave me. We were connected, so there was no reason to be jealous."

Right then, a chime sounded and Nick said, "Bring it in."

The curtain slid back and a pretty dark dark-skinned waitress stood by a cart laden with plates and bowls of steaming food.

"Marie!" Nick greeted the waitress, "How's everything? The kids? Your hubby?"

The young woman smiled warmly and replied, "Hi Nick. Everyone is fine. And you?"

"Fine for a wore out old fart!" He replied with a grin.

"Old, yes. Wore out? Not hardly!" She replied as she began to place dishes on the table.

When she was done, she smiled and said, "Ring the bell if you need anything else."

"Will do. Thanks girl." Nick said with a grin.

Marie pulled the curtain shut and Nick motioned at the plates in front of them, "Well, let's dig in!"

As she took her first bite, Phillis was expecting food that wasn't up to the standards of the restaurants she had frequented. Much to her surprise it was and it was delicious.

Nick grinned as he noticed her reaction and said, "Yeah, Tiny's wife is the chef. She cooked for one of the Royal Princes in Saudi Arabia before Tiny stole her away and married her. The waitress, Marie? She's their daughter."

Just as Phillis was taking another bite, Nick said, "Your turn. Tell me."

Phillis slowly began to tell Nick about meeting Arnold, about their life and their children and grandchildren. She took her last bite as she finished her story.

Nick had been finished eating for a bit and was sippingchampagnepaign.

"A nice quiet life. My question is, how was your and Arnold's sex life."

Phillis felt a bit nervous as she responded, "It was okay. Arnold liked sex. We engaged in it about once or twice a week."

"Arnold liked it? Didn't you?"

"I did. It was... pleasant."

"Just pleasant? That's all?"

Phillis was taken aback by his dismissal of her explanation.

"Yes it was pleasant, very pleasant," She repeated.

"So tell me, did you ever climax while having sex? Ever?"

Again, Phillis was startled by his question, "I think so. There were a few times it felt much better than other times. Is that what you mean?"

"Oh my fucking God!" Nick huffed.

Phillis was puzzled by his response but was also a bit embarrassed by the word he used.

"I wish you wouldn't use..."she began.

"Oh, right! I'm sorry I said fuck," He replied, a suppressed chuckle in his words.

Phillis decided he was going to use the word no matter what, so decided to ignore his response and asked, "What did you mean when you said I kept intruding on your thoughts?"

Nick had ordered two large Manhattan Ice Tea drinks. They arrived before he could answer. Marie set them on the table, smiled and pulled the curtain.

"So what did you mean by that?" Phillis asked again.

Nick took a sip of his drink, then said, "I'm going to be brutally honest with you and I'm not going to mince words, so if it offends you know I'm not trying to, I'm just trying to thoroughly answer your question."

He took a long drink of his drink and continued, "I've met a lot of women since Birssa was killed but none of them stuck in my head until I met you. You are nothing like her, yet you keep popping into my thoughts. She was independent and fiery. You are more... Oh hell, submissive. I've never been attracted to submissive types. And to add to my confusion, the GILF designation fits you. I keep wondering what it would be like."

Phillis was shocked, pleased, and embarrassed in succession. Then she was again shocked as she realized she was pleased he would think of her in such a sexual way.

"I, aww, I don't know what to say," She said.

"Well for my part I need to figure out what to do about it," Nick replied, "Now finish your drink and I'll order one more before taking you home."

Phillis had never had a Manhattan Ice Tea and didn't know how strong they were, but she did know they were delicious and easy to drink. She quickly finished the one she had and Nick ordered another. By the time she got that one down, she was feeling very buzzed.

Nick pulled back the curtain and helped Phillis out of her chair. Nick waved to Marie.

As the young woman approached Nick asked, "The bill?"

Marie smiled and replied, "You don't get one. Pappa said this one is on the house and for you not to argue!"

"Tell the bear thanks!" Nick said with a grin as they left

It was a 20-minute trip back to Phillis's house and they traveled in silence. When they arrived Nick got out opened the door for her and escorted her to the door.

She unlocked the door and said, "Thank you for the nice evening."

Nick smiled and replied, "You need to invite me in. There are still a couple of things we need to finish discussing."

Phillis was feeling good from the drinks so she nodded and stepped in the door. Nick stepped in, closed the door, then took her by the shoulders and gently pushed her against the wall.

"Wha..." She began, only to have her mouth covered by his in a kiss.

It was a hot demanding kiss. Phillis had never been kissed in such a manner and she found that thing inside her that had been just a kernel when she first met him was now a ball, and it was expanding to fill her belly with heat. She felt his tongue probe at her lips and finally find its way into her mouth. At the same time she felt his hands wandering along her back, then one came to rest gripping one cheek of her ass.

Nick pulled back from the kiss and said, "I am going to give you something. Something you have never had. You need to relax and accept it."

"You, you aren't going to hurt me are you?" Phillis whimpered.

Nick smiled and replied, "Oh no, Just the opposite."

She felt his hand slide down, then felt his palm against the back of her bare leg. He moved it up, over the swell of her ass until it was against her waist just above the band of her panties. She felt it begin to move, around over her hip until it was pressed to her stomach just above the band of her panties.

"You shouldn't... we shouldn't..."She whispered.

"Why not?" He asked, then leaned over and put his lips close to her ear, "I guarantee what's waiting is worth it. Relax. Just relax. I'm going to make you feel sooooo good!"

"I'm a grandmother," She said in a shaky whisper, "And... we're... we're not married... and what would everyone think?"

"I'm old enough to be a grandfather, so you being a grandmother is perfect. And you're not just a grandmother but a GILF! I don't care if we're not married. Besides that, who's going to tell anyone else? Not me! You?" He whispered as he softly kissed her neck. As he did she felt his fingertips slip down under the band of her panties.

She had never been touched like this. With Arnold such things had always taken place in bed with the lights out. They would get into bed, he would get between her legs and push into her and do his thing. But this... this felt different, it felt... good but it also felt naughty. As his hand slid down into her panties, she began to tremble with the combined feeling of embarrassment and anxiety, but under both of those feelings a desire was beginning to build, a desire to know what he was about to do felt like.

'Will it be as good as he says it will?' She thought.

As his hand slid into her panties, she thought that when having sex with Arnold all she did was just accept it and let him do what he wanted to. As that thought came to her, she decided to do the same now. She slipped into that submissive place she had always used when she and Arnold had sex.

As his fingers slid through her pubic hair, as they got close to her slit, she almost panicked. And then it happened. His finger found the top of her slit and touched her clit. The shock of pleasure that coursed through her body as he began to gently rub it was like nothing she had ever experienced.

A moment later a small gasp escaped her as he whispered, " It feels good doesn't it? Don't be embarrassed, don't be shocked or panicky. Just relax. Let go. Let it happen. I told you when I met you, you are a GILF. And my dear that's exactly what I want to do. I want to fuck you! And the best is yet to come. Let go, just let go. You're going to cum for me, cum for me, cum for me..."

His chant was soothing and calming. She found herself floating in a sea of pleasure surrounded by his whispered voice and the feel of his fingers rubbing her. She could feel something building inside her. She knew it felt good, but also knew that ball was getting bigger and bigger. She didn't realize that her occasional groans had turned into rhythmic moans. When she felt like the ball inside her was about to burst, she panicked and tried to stop it. But it just... wouldn't... stop.

She felt him pull his hand out of her panties and even though she thought she wanted him to stop she also stifled a groan of protest because he did. A moment later she was shocked to feel him pulling her panties down, leaving them around her thighs. He took hold of her shoulders and turned her to face the wall. A moment more and she heard the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled, then felt him use his foot to push her feet apart. She felt cool air on her bare ass as he pulled her dress up.

His hand slid around and cupped her pussy, his finger again pinning her clit. She felt his weigh against her then he pushed his hard rod between her legs, using his fingers to guide it to her entrance. For an instant she was shocked. Arnold had been the only one to have ever been inside her. But she didn't have long to dwell on that as his fingertip began to rub her clit and he began to slide in and out of her.

She and Arnold had sex many times, but it had never felt like it did this time. There was something about it, doing it here in the hallway, partially dressed, with Nick whispering nasty things to her. She felt him slide his free hand up under the back of her blouse. A second later she felt the catch on her bra pop open. His hand slid around to the front and she felt him pull her bra cups up, freeing her breasts. His hand cupped one breast, then his fingers began to squeeze and roll her nipple, another sensation she had never experienced. And she felt that ball in her belly grow bigger.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Stop! Oh... stop! You... you... have to stop!" She moaned.

Nick chuckled and increased the speed of his thrusts into her as he put more pressure on her swollen little bud and rubbed it faster.

He cupped her breast and pulled her tightly against his chest as he slammed into her even harder and faster, pinning he tothe wall as he whispered, "Time to cum for me my sexy GILF."

He began to chat in time to his thrusts into her, "Cum for me... cum for me... cum for me..."

Like before, his chant was calming, comforting in it's metronomic rhythm and she felt herself relax just a bit, enough that she let go of her attempted control. When she let go, she was instantly filled with a blast of pleasure she had never before experienced.

Her body turned to jelly and if Nick hadn't been there to hold her up she would have collapsed like a rag doll. As he held her tightly to keep her from falling he was still trusting into her. She heard him grunt, then felt his cock throbbing inside and knew he was filling her with his stuff.

After what seemed like an eternity, the pleasure started to fade. She opened her eyes and groaned, "What... was that? What did you do to me?"

Nick grinned and as he pulled out of her replied, "That my dear was an orgasm. That's what you should have had every time you and Arnold had sex. Right now what I should do is lay you on this couch, strip the rest of your clothes off and bury my face in your pussy. But I'm not going to... this time. The reason I'm not is you are going to have to decide if that is something you want. If what you just had, you want to have again."

Nick reached down and she could feel his fingers sliding along her pussy lips. He pulled his hand from under her and held it up. She could see the wetness coating his fingers as it glittered in the light. He grinned as he saw the shocked, embarrassed look on her face, then her eyes widened as he put his fingers to his lips and licked them. She had never considered anyone doing such a thing. Nick saw her look and his grin widened.

He cupped her chin and held her face up so she had to look into his eyes, "That my sweet GILF is the sign of a well fucked pussy! But now I will leave. You need to decide, do you want more or go back to being without? When you were without you didn't know what you were missing. Now you do. Choose wisely. I'll be back for your decision."

He pulled her around to face him, then kissed her hard, passionately. He zipped and buttoned his jeans, smiled, turned and without another word left. Phillis stood where he had left her for quite some time, leaning against the wall, her panties still around her thighs, trying to sort out how she felt. Eventually she pulled her panties up and went to her room.

She stripped off her clothes, climbed into the shower and as she was soaping herself she ran her hand down over her pussy. Her finger slid over her clit and like a shock of electricity what happened, how his finger had felt touching her, how he had felt inside her, how the climax had felt as it thundered through her came back in a rush.

The memory of it was followed by an echo of his words, 'Do you want more or go back to being without?'

"Do I want more?" She whispered to herself. "Do I?"

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Across town, Nick sat in his chair, eyes closed and remembered the feel of her, the scent of her, the taste of her.

He smiled to himself and whispered to the air, "I hope she decides in my favor. If not..." He left the sentence hanging as his thoughts again filled with the taste, feel and scent of her.

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As Phillis woke the next morning the first thought that hit her was the memory of what had happened and what it had felt like.

The next thought was Nick's remembered voice, "When you were without, you didn't know what you were missing. Now you do. Choose wisely. I'll be back for your decision."

As she showered his voice kept echoing through her head. As it did she slowly slid her hand down and tentatively touched her clit. The touch of her finger made her inhale sharply. Her touch felt good, but nothing like when Nick touched her.

She got out of the shower, got dressed and remembered she had an appointment with her hairdresser at 10:00 AM. The appointment took an hour and a half. As she got into her car afterward she wondered where Nick's shop was. She remembered the name of it so she looked it up on her phone. She drove past his shop and saw him standing in the parking lot talking to another man.

As she saw him, a tightness filled her stomach and his voice once more flitted across her memory, 'Do you want more or go back to being without?'

As she drove home that question haunted her.

The next day at 7:00 PM her phone buzzed announcing she had a text.

When she opened it she saw it was from Nick,' I'll be there at 9:00 for your answer.'

As she read those words she felt a ball of anxiety blossom in her chest, but she also felt a heat in her stomach that had nothing to do with anxiety.

'What should I tell him? How do I feel about it? What do I want?' Those questions filled her mind in a chaotic jumble and she couldn't seem to concentrate on any one of them.

For the next two hours she tried to think about them, pacing from the kitchen to the living room and back, but she just couldn't come to a decision. Each time she thought she had, another doubt popped into her mind. As she paced, she checked the clock and it seemed to be moving in double time.

At 2 minutes to nine she was standing in the foyer shifting from one foot to the other, her hands clasped together so tightly they were sheet white. As she stood there in fidgeting, the doorbell rang. She jumped at the sound, gasped, then slowly opened the door.

Nick stood in the opening and as she pulled the door open he stepped inside. She couldn't meet his gaze as she pushed the door closed. She stood staring at the floor, chewing her lower lip.

"You look like you've been drug through a knot hole, "he said, "I didn't mean for this to be such a strain on you, but all you need to do is answer the question I asked. Do you want more of what you had, of what we did?"

"I... I.. can't decide," Phillis whispered, "I just can't!'

Nick chuckled, put his finger under her chin and lifted it so she had to look at him.

"If you can't decide than I will. After I lost Birissa I didn't think I'd ever find a woman I wanted like I had her. She was special. I spent years looking and was about to give up. Then I met you. You rekindled a fire in me that was all but extinguished. Why I have no idea. you are nothing like her, but you pull at me all the time!"

Nick leaned closer and his voice dropped to almost a whisper, "When I told you that first time you were a GILF I was being my usual smart ass self. But when I had you, touched you, tasted you, fucked you, I found out that GILF title wasn't a smart ass remark and it didn't mean what I thought it did. It doesn't mean a grandmother I'd LIKE to fuck, but a grandmother I'm GOING to fuck, over and over. It was a statement of fact. You are mine now. I'm going to pick you up, carry you to your bedroom and give you the royal fucking I promised last time."

Nick gently pulled her chin up, leaned down and kissed her on the mouth.

When he pulled back he said, "Last chance to tell me no. To put a stop to it. Tell me no, tell me to go and I will. But if you don't, after this there will be no going back."

Phillis' thoughts had been circular and chaotic for hours, but something happened when she heard Nick's statement, "... tell me to go and I will... there will be no going back."

All those confusing thoughts seemed to melt away and disappear. They were replaced with one simple word.

To her surprise she heard that word whispered as if by someone else, "Yes."

A huge grin split Nick's face as he picked her up and headed down the hall.

"Welcome to your new life!" He said.

As she heard his statement, she thought, 'A new life? More of what happened last night?'

The last being more of a hope and desire than a question.

She sighed, not with resignation but with anticipation as Nick carried her down the hall to start her new life.