May - December

May - December

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, with one foot on the first step and a hand on the wrought-iron handrail, I gazed around my new neighborhood. Well, not exactly new as I'd moved into the brownstone apartment two weeks earlier, but I hadn't taken time to look around. Letting out a sigh, I started up the steps thinking, 'Yup 1A, that's me, Rob Harris, detective - retired.' I'd lasted longer than most, retiring at sixty-seven.

My first stop was the mailbox wall in the foyer. I felt my address change should have taken affect, and I was looking for my last check from the department. Fumbling with my keys, I found the box key and opened it. I was right, I had mail just not what I was looking for. As I stood there I heard a door softly click shut. Years of training told me the footsteps were that of a woman. The steps were light, with an audible click after each one made it undeniably the sound of hi-heels. I was about turn to see who it was when her voice said, "Excuse me."

Turning, I came face to face with a beautiful young woman. Smiling, I held out my hand to introduce myself.

"Hello... Robbert Harris - 1A."

After a short hesitation she took my hand, "Margo Sweeny - 1B."

Her hand was soft, well-manicured, and after a brief shake I simply held on to it, admiring the beauty before me.

"Ah... can I have it back?" she asked.

"Have what back?"

Glancing down she said, "My hand, I'd like to get my mail."

"Oh - OH, of course!" I said, releasing her hand, feeling like a schoolboy with his first crush.

Stepping away from the mailboxes, I swept my eyes over this well-dressed woman. Judging by her white button-down blouse and black form fitting, mid-thigh skirt and heels she might have been an office professional. The red scarf draped around her neck and tucked under the blouse collar was a perfect accent for her Raven black hair. Retrieving her mail, she turned facing me.

"Mr. Harris, it's been a pleasure," she said, offering a broad smile.

"Rob, please and the pleasure has been all mine," I replied, and smiled in return, entranced by her grey eyes.

Watching her leave the foyer to head down the entry steps I sighed to myself, "Oh to be thirty years younger," as I moved to watch her descend.

The effort was worth it. Her buttocks rolled delightfully as she took each step carefully. Reaching street level, she suddenly turned and looked up catching me watching her. That schoolboy's thought came to mind again, and with a sheepish grin I waved, getting a wave and smile in return.

"Atta boy, Rob... that wasn't too obvious," I mumbled, watching as she hailed a cab.

~

Three days later, we met again at the mailbox wall, only I was the one approaching. This time she was wearing a light tan business suit. Margo looked my way and smiled.

"Mr. Harris, hello."

"Ah... Rob - please. I want to apologize for our first meeting."

"Apologize for what?" she asked, looking quizzical.

"Well, in my line of work I'm not often taken aback."

"Oh... what line of work is that?"

"I'm a detective, sorry... retired detective. Meeting you was an unexpected surprise."

Margo blushed, "Well, I feel safer now and thank you for the compliment."

"I can see you're on your way out, so I won't keep you," I said.

She turned away, taking three steps and then stopped, "Rob, do you know Clancy's?"

"The cocktail bar?"

"Yes."

"I do, I've been there a few times - nice place," I answered.

"I hope I'm not being too forward, but I get off at five if you'd like to join me for happy-hour."

"You're not... not at all and I'd be delighted, Ms. Sweeny."

Grinning, she replied, "Margo please... see you there."

I was at the bar waiting when she walked in. Hailing her, I stood up. Once again offering my hand, I made sure not to repeat our first handshake. She'd loosened up, having the top buttons of her blouse undone.

"It's not too full, there's a couple of booths still available, if you'd like," I commented.

"The bar's fine," she replied, lifting to take a seat.

"What would you like?"

"What are you drinking?"

"Manhattan."

"Sounds good."

Motioning for the bartender, I ordered her drink.

"Been here long?" she asked.

"Actually, about fifteen minutes. How was your day?"

"Hectic... nothing unusual working as a lawyer's paralegal," she replied.

"Impressive. Can I ask how long?"

"Three years, going on four. I asked you to meet me because I thought it would nice getting to know you. You must have a lot of interesting stories."

"Damn!" I said, snapping my fingers.

"What?"

Nothing... I just had a bet with myself that it was because of my rugged good looks and charm," I replied, just as her drink was set down.

Laughing, she held up her glass, "You weren't entirely wrong - cheers."

Two drinks and two hours later, we were conversing like old friends.

"You're a fascinating man Rob Harris, but I have to call this off. My work week isn't over," Margo commented.

"I understand, and it's been wonderful. At my age having a beautiful young woman to converse with is a major win," I replied.

"Mm, rugged good looks, charming, and a BSer to boot," she said, and laughed.

We left, taking a cab back to the brownstone.

Taking a chance, I placed my hand lightly on her lower back, as we climbed the steps to the foyer. Perhaps the drinks played a part, but she didn't resist.

"Rob, this has been lovely. Perhaps we could do it again," she said, as I opened the entry door.

"I'd like that... what about a weekend, where you don't have to worry about work the next day?"

She grinned, "I think I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you. Let me mull it over. Good night Rob."

"Good night Margo."

~

I knew I may have pushed it a bit, but then nothing ventured - nothing gained. Besides, Margo's comment held some hope. With the idea planted, I let it ride. Over the course of a couple weeks, we met off and on. Clancy's became our watering-hole, so to speak, as we gradually learned more about each other. I found that we actually shared a few things in common. As a paralegal, Margo had access to litigation efforts on some of the cases I'd solved. Suffice it to say we had no small amount of things to talk about, of course nothing under current litigation. During one happy hour, things got a bit more personal...

"So, no ring and no white skin where one might have been," I commented.

"Nope, never been," she replied.

"Huh, hard to imagine a twenty-something beautiful woman wouldn't have had plenty of suitors," I remarked.

"Suitors? Is that what you call them?" she asked, and laughed. "Rob, I hate to burst your romantic bubble, but they're called sharks. You know, circling around female prey waiting to... well just dive in, no pun intended."

I got her drift. "I see, I imagine studying for your line of work took a great deal of time."

Pointing her index finger my way, she made a click sound and replied, "There you go, you're spot on! And by the way... I'm thirty-five, thanks for the compliment though. We all know age is just a number, so what's your number?"

Clearing my throat, I thought here's were the party ends. "Sixty-seven."

"Wow, neither of us are too good at this. I would have sworn early-to-mid forties."

"With these eye wrinkles?" I remarked, and laughed.

"Those are smile lines Rob and they tell me you're quick to smile and laugh."

"Okay - okay, if you're trying to embarrass me you've succeeded. Another round?"

"Umm, love one. I've been meaning to ask... the cologne you're wearing, what is it?"

"Don't laugh, it's Old Spice."

Smiling, but not laughing she replied, "I like it - it's not over powering and sexy."

Being another weekday, the second drink was the cutoff. Back at the brown stone, we tarried in the hall by my apartment. Surprisingly, Margo leaned and kissed my cheek.

"You're an easy man, Rob... I've had fun."

Not exactly sure what to say, I tried to make light of the situation, "Hey, I'm not easy, but I can be bought."

Laughing, she turned to walk down to her apartment. "Let me know for how much, so I can save up!" she called out, opening her door.

"Good night!" I called back.

"Night!"

This time, I made a nightcap, as I wondered if I was getting in over my head. Half way through the drink, I started to chuckle and said to no one in particular, "You old goat, she was just a little tipsy and being flirty. You can wish in one hand and... well, you know the rest. Don't F it up."

The next morning, I came out of my apartment and Margo ran into me.

"Shit, I'm sorry Rob, I'm running late," she announced, and with no hesitation planted a kiss on my lips. "Gotta run, see you later!" she shouted, as the foyer door closed.

I stood there stunned, wondering if what just happened - happened. It took a while, but I convinced myself she was just distracted and in a hurry, perhaps acting as she might have done sometime in the past without thinking. Still, I grinned and touched my lips.

Around five-thirty I heard a knock at my door. Opening it, I found Margo standing there.

"Well, hello... care to step in?"

"No, I stopped to apologize."

"For what?"

"I kissed you... this morning, I kissed you - right?"

"Ah, yes as a matter of fact you did."

"Oh God, that was so... so, inappropriate."

"Margo, look, you were in a rush, distracted and I figured it was just instinctive or something," I commented, wanting to let her off the hook.

"Yes, well I don't want you to get the wrong idea... I mean, not that you aren't kissable or that I haven't thought about it, but... shit, I gotta go," she blurted out, realizing she might be stepping in it again.

Looking out my door, I watched her scurry down to her apartment. Oddly, before going in she looked back seeing me watching her. Her door closed quickly and for several days she seemed to avoid me.

When we finally met up again, I put my hands on her shoulders and looked her squarely in the eyes.

"I don't want you to be embarrassed. I thought it was sweet, but I didn't read anything into the kiss, and I don't want to lose your friendship - understand?"

Without warning, she lunged into me, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Thank you, I don't want to lose you either," she whispered.

"Good, it's settled then and the price is ten dollars," I replied.

Loosening her grip, she leaned back looking at me, "Ten dollars?... what?"

"You wanted to know how much I could be bought for - ten dollars," I replied, and grinned.

"Oh my God! You remember that?!"

"Margo, I'm an old bastard, but I'm not senile," I commented, getting her to laugh.

"God, ruggedly handsome, charming, a BSer, sexy smelling, soft lips and cheap... wow, I've hit the lotto!"

"Go, before I forget my age," I quipped, and for the first time dared to swat her butt.

~

We'd shared cell phone numbers at some point, citing emergency reasons. Seven months into our relationship, I got an early morning text.

Coffee's on and have I have Bagels if you care to join me

As is?

Yes, as long as you aren't naked (smiley face)

Minutes later, I knocked on her door, wearing slippers, pajamas and my bathrobe. Margo answered, in much of the same attire, except her slippers were furry bunny slippers, complete with eyes, nose, whiskers and ears.

"Good morning," she said, stepping aside.

"Good morning to you... what a surprise," I answered back.

"Just thought it might be time to share a morning, and I know I look a mess..."

"Stop, you look lovely."

"BSer."

I was serious. For the first time I saw this woman as her natural self, not made up for the outside world. She looked sexy and approachable, even with her disheveled bedhead.

"Kitchen's this way, but I guess you know that," she said, leading the way.

"So, you're not running off to work?"

"No, they emptied the docket, so I don't have to be in until noon. Coffee's ready, help yourself - Bagel?" she asked, and yawned.

"Yes, please."

It was crazy, we were like any couple starting the day. I poured out two cups and took them to the kitchen table, while Margo brought bagels. When she sat down, I noticed her striped pajama top looked like a man's. Like mine, it had wide lapels and the top button was undone, displaying the start of her cleavage.

"I'll be honest, I haven't been this intimate with a man in... Jesus, forever," she commented.

"Intimate? We're both dressed," I said.

"You know what I mean. Pajamas, robe, early morning..."

"Ah... well, as long as you don't intend to ravage me I'll stay."

"Just for that - no cream cheese for you!"

After the laughter, our conversation turned normal like two old friends sharing views and opinions. Margo lifted her cup, peering over the rim. I felt a bare foot slide inside my pajama leg, lightly touching my skin, and a stirring happened where it shouldn't have.

"I could get used to this," she said, smiling.

"Yeah, we could start a breakfast club."

"Would you be serious, I mean it, this is nice sharing this time with you."

"I am... problem is, I don't see it happening too often, with your schedule."

"Yeah, but maybe we could carve out a couple of days during the week? Like I stop by your place before I head out to work... what about that?" she questioned.

"For you, my doors always open, and maybe I come by your place on a Saturday or Sunday?"

"More coffee," she asked, removing her foot.

"Please."

When she returned with the carafe, she had to have noticed that my robe was tented, but didn't say anything. "I've never asked, and if it's none of my business tell me, but how long has it been?"

"Excuse me?"

"You told me your wife had passed... what, twenty years ago? How long have you been alone?"

"Alone? Oh... you mean without a woman in my life?"

"Yes," she said, returning the carafe.

"Truthfully, twenty years... I mean ten years after she passed I tried dating, but I failed miserably."

"Wow, someone like you with so much to give, that's a shame. Well, there's always hope, as they say."

"Yeah? I kinda think the gate to the pasture is opening for his old stud," I joked, getting a laugh.

"Oh, I wouldn't sell yourself short," she commented, in a way I thought might have double meaning.

We finished off the last of the coffee, getting up to take the cups and saucers to the sink. Our hands went for the sink at the same time, lightly touching as we set the plateware down. It was a strangely stirring moment.

"Well... I better get going," I said, trying not to make the moment more awkward.

"Yeah, yeah and I better get my butt in the shower. You've enchanted me for two and a half hours and with the time it takes me to get ready... well, I'll have just enough," Margo replied, as she briefly looked into my eyes.

Walking me to the entry door, I reached for the door handle and she stopped me.

"Rob, I want you to know this has been a special morning... thank you," she said, and embraced me in a hug.

Out of instinct, I did likewise, softly rubbing her back. For a few precious moments we remained connected in that most tender of ways. Her young body pressed into mine and my face touching her perfumed hair.

"Hey, get a move on, I'm not going to be blamed if you're late."

Separating, Margo blushed and I opened the door. As I walked down the hall she called out.

"See you tonight?"

I turned and smiled, "Yeah, I'm like a bad penny you can't get rid of!"

"BSer!"

~

Closing my apartment door, I leaned against it. It'd been years since I'd felt my heart racing and butterfly's, like some love sick young kid. It took effort, but I finally calmed down. When my reasoning returned, I chuckled thinking of the last part of an old adage - 'nothing like an old fool.'

Margo was a bright, well educated, and an accomplished woman. Besides her professional side, she was attractive beyond describing. As I thought about her, I locked onto the only real comparison I could think of. I'd seen the movie Blade Runner and Margo's stunning looks reminded me of the replicant - Rachael. Tall, well endowed, sultry... she had it all. I was no Deckard, but I would have given my left nut, given half a chance. I shook my head, clearing the wishful thoughts and went to shower.

Oddly, as I showered I began talking to myself...

"Rob, ole buddy, you better get a grip. She just wants a friend and you're old enough to be her... well, you know. Ya, ya... the foot touching was accidental; the hug was a simple gesture of affection, nothing more. Don't fuck this up, she's the best thing that's walked into your life in years and she's willing to put up with your old ass."

It was a sobering conversation that grounded me. I wasn't a love sick kid, nor was I addle brained either. I took a deep breath toweling off, thankful I'd come to my senses. Around eleven-thirty, I heard what sounded like a rap or pat against my door. Getting up, I could only think it was Margo, but when I opened the door there was no one there. About to close it, I noticed a note - a sticky note pressed on my door.

Rob - Clancy's - Five-thirty

After all my self-talking, after all my reasoning and applying logic to the situation I found myself with a question worming its way into my head - was I being seduced? Anything was possible I thought, recalling the many stories of May-December romances in the news of late. My problem was skepticism, being a former detective it was engrained in me. With a heavy sigh, I slapped the sticky note on my refrigerator.

Unable to contain my excitement as the afternoon grew later, I got myself ready. Sporting dress slacks, loafers and a bright, Hawaiian print shirt, opened far more than it should have been, and a Fedora, as an accent, I left for Clancy's.

Sitting in the same spot at the bar, I stood up removing my hat, as Margo approached.

"My don't you look... dapper," she said, in greeting.

"Dapper?"

"Yeah, you look like you just walked out of the forties."

"Hey, I'm old, but..."

Margo grinned and then laughed, leaning in placing a hand on my hairy, exposed, chest and kissing my cheek.

"Just kidding... more like Tom Sellick, hairy chest and all."

I felt heat rise on my cheeks, as her fingers gently tugged on the hairs.

"Well, you look simply gorgeous, as usual. May I offer you a seat?"

"You know, I think I'd like a booth this time... is there one available?"

I hailed the bartender, indicating we were moving to a booth and ordered our usual. Clancy's was a perfect cocktail bar. Soft, low, ambient lighting along with jazz playing. I ushered Margo to a booth allowing her to slide in first. No more than settled in a cocktail waitress brought our drinks. As we'd done so many time, we hoisted the glasses for a toast.

"So, what's occasion?" Margo asked.

"Occasion?"

"Yeah, I've never seen you so... handsomely dressed," she commented, softly resting her hand on my thigh.

"I... I just thought I should... you know, clean up my act. You're always so classy and I don't want to embarrass you," I replied, feeling the heat on my leg.

"Stop, you've never embarrassed me, but I do appreciate the thought."

As we talked, she removed whatever held her hair up, letting it cascade down over her shoulders in soft ringlets. With her hair framing her face the effect was purely sensual, and I smiled.

"What?"

"I like your hair down."

"Yeah, you didn't say that when we had coffee at my place the other morning," she offered, bumping shoulders with me grinning.

"No - no I didn't and there was a reason," I admitted.

"Oh? Do tell."

"Don't get me wrong, but I was taken back by your natural beauty... for the first time I saw the real you," I told her.

Margo laughed, but not in a demeaning way. "I was natural, that's for sure," she said jokingly, and leaned to kiss my cheek. "So, my bed head didn't scare you off, huh?"

This time I laughed and shook my head. "I noticed you didn't scream and run off seeing me either."

"God, you are so easy to talk to. By the way... I thought your five o'clock shadow was very sexy."

Catching the attention of the waitress, I order a second round. Waiting until the drinks arrived, I asked Margo a question, "Do you like to dance?"

Beaming a wide smile, she nodded her head. Sliding out, I offered my hand. We went to Clancy's small, intimate, dance floor. With my right hand on the small of her back and my left extended to hold her hand, we went into motion to a sultry jazz tune. She was light on her feet, obviously used to this kind of dancing. It wasn't long before she moved in closer, pressing her body against mine and resting her head on my shoulder.

"Umm, " she sighed.

"Umm, what?"

"I'm gonna add this to my list about you."

"Bad or good?"

"Good, most definitely good."

We were tight enough together that one of Margo's legs was between mine, having a stirring affect. Hey, I'm a man. I was certain she felt what was happening, as she lifted her head looking directly into my eyes and grinned.

"Mr. Harris, you are definitely all man," she sighed out.

When the song stopped we returned to the booth, and I was thankful for the low lighting.

"Margo, I'm so sorry," I began, when she stopped me.

"For what?"

"You know for what."

"Can I be honest?" she questioned.

"Of course."

"I'd have been very disappointed if you hadn't reacted, so don't be sorry."

We were facing each other as she spoke. Her hand was on my cheek, and she leaned in kissing me, fully on the lips. It was a kiss of caring and acceptance.

"Margo, I... I don't know what to say, are you sure about this?"

A warm smile crossed her lips and she nodded. "I'm thinking you are too, am I wrong?"

"But, I'm thir..."

Margo put her fingers on my lips, stopping me.

"Don't... tomorrow is Saturday, just keep your promise and show up for coffee - okay?"

Slipping her arm around mine, our conversation went in other directions as we finished our drink. It was an eye opening night for me for some very obvious reasons. At my age having a young vibrant woman conceding her interest in me was shocking. Back at the brownstone, I walked her to her apartment where we kissed again.

"See you in the morning?"

"I nodded, "I'll bring the Bagels. Good night."

I waited until she stepped inside. "Good night," she repeated and slowly closed her door.

It took a long time to clam down and drift off to sleep.

~

Grabbing the bagels, I walked down the hall and knocked on her door.

"It's open!" she called out.

Letting myself in, I turned catching Margo walk out from the kitchen, stopping me in my tracks. He hair was still down, but not a mess. Unlike other times, she didn't have on a robe and appeared wearing only the top half of her men's pajamas... oh, and her rabbit slippers.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" she asked, beaming a smile, as she approached.

Her top, largely open, exposed her breasts as she walked. Their beautiful swell and curves moving to her steps.

Near speechless, I managed to nod and reply, "Ah... yeah... yeah... good morning."

"Good, now let's get you comfortable," she announced, and proceeded to remove my robe.

"Margo?"

"What? And you won't need your pajama top either," she said, unbuttoning my top and tossing it where my robe laid.

Facing me, she slowly drew her hand down through my chest hair, across my belly, and stopped at the drawstring tie of my bottoms. With no hesitation, she placed her hand behind my neck and offered her lips. Our kiss was slow and deeply sensual.

"Damn, you're sexy in the morning," she sighed out.

"Margo, what are we doing?" I asked, sounding stupid I was sure.

"Nothing... just having coffee and bagels," she coyly answered, gripping my hand to lead me into the kitchen.

"But..."

"Well, there is one other thing. I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to know what it would be like if we got out of bed in the morning."

She walked to the counter to pour coffee, as I sat down watching. Her arm movement lifted her pajama top, and the beautiful curve of her right buttock appeared. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't still in my apartment dreaming. By the time she set our cups down, I was growing erect. Looking down, she grinned.

"You know, I think I'm going to like this. From what I see, I think you will too."

My pants weren't down, but I was caught once again. Margo raised her cup and her pajama top opened. The sweeping beauty of her breast appeared, along with an areola and amazingly erect nipple. Swallowing hard, I forced my eyes away.

"I didn't expect this kind of... morning," I managed to get out, before sipping my coffee.

"Me either, but then I started thinking you and I have been skirting an issue that I think we both want. I've seen it in your eyes; I've felt it in your touch, and your kiss has convinced me."

"Margo, I tried to say it last night - I'm thirty years older than you," I replied.

"I know and I don't care, I want you and you want me too... tell me I'm wrong."

"I... I... I can't," I mumbled out, just as my penis emerged from my pajama bottoms.

"Oh my," Margo gasped, her eyes wide, as she took in my erection. "I have something else to add to my list about you."

There was no use fighting it any longer and I let her reach to touch my shaft. "You know it's been a long time for me," I told her.

"Mmm, me too, but I'm sure we'll have fun working it all out. I haven't made my bed yet..."

Her final words, left unfinished, was her way of inviting me. Margo got her wish. Two hours later we emerged from her bedroom, donning our robes to resume having coffee and bagels.

"I've been with a few men, but none like you," she admitted.

"Is that your way of saying I didn't screw up," I asked, jokingly.

"Rob, you're sixty-seven and you came twice... my God, and I'm still tingling! If you screwed up it was a monumental success."

"What am I going to do with you?" I asked and grinned.

"I have a suggestion - you could fall in love with me."

"Mmm, way ahead of you," I said, pulling her over onto my lap.

"Mr. Harris! Are you trying to take advantage of me?!" she asked, laughing and opening her robe.

"Well, they are spectacular, Ms. Sweeny," I replied, fondling her breasts.

"Oh, Mr. Harris... what are your intensions?!" she asked, faking a swoon, with her forearm against her brow.

I answered, "My attentions? I intend on ravaging you tonight and again tomorrow morning!"

Laughter erupted in the kitchen, and we kissed, deeply, with dancing tongues.

"So, is this what it's going to be like?" she asked.

"Maybe... I can't promise I'll always cum twice, but I'll make you happy."

"I accept. Did you mean it about tonight?"

"If you want me..."

"God, yes I want you!"

"Do you like me on top?" Margo asked, after she'd sank my cock in her vagina.

"Yes."

She closed her eyes when I grabbed both breasts, and started to slowly undulate her body, driving my cockhead in deep each time. I was still in good shape after years of hard work and my abs showed it, as she rode me.

"God, you make my pussy so happy," she sighed out, lowering so I could suck on her nipples. "And my girls."

I'd recuperated, but I knew I wouldn't cum as I had that morning. Margo was sweating, as she continued to hump my cock.

"Jesus, you're going to last a long time, aren't you?" she gasped out.

"Benefit of being my age. Do you want to switch?"

"Yes, take me from behind," she answered, and rose enough to extract my penis.

Before she got into position, she sucked on me, and I took pillows to make a pelvis platform and she grinned.

"Want my ass in the air?"

"Something like that."

Margo moved to rest her hips on the pillows, placing her pussy at the perfect height.

"Ready?"

"Yes," she replied, spreading her legs.

Gripping her hip with one hand, I used the other to ease in, burying my cock balls deep.

"Fuck, did you get bigger!"

"No, I'm just touching things inside you I haven't touched before. Feel good?"

"Oh my God, yes," she groaned out.

Like I said, I was still in shape and I had stamina. Minutes later, Margo had risen up off the pillows, resting on her knees and forearms, as I thrust hard and deep slapping my balls against her body.

"Uh... uh... uh... ah yeah... yes... yes... fuck my... oh shit... pussy... ah, ah, ah, ah... Mmm... Mmm... holy mother... yes, yes, yes... how... long... are... you... fuck yes... ah... ah... My God... uh... uh... uh... I... can't... I'm... yes... CUMMING!" she cried out.

Partially collapsing, she laid whimpering under my assault. My stamina was waning when I finally felt the pressure to release. With a firm grip on her hips, I pulled her back hard each time I rammed my cock home - once... twice... three times and ejaculated.

"Argh... oh God... yes, yes, yes!"

"Holy mother of God, I'm gonna walked bowlegged tomorrow," Margo gasped.

Jerking the pillows away, we eased down together. Laying on top of her body, I felt the last of my cum pulsing out into her vagina. Margo turned her head enough for us to kiss.

"That's another for the list," she moaned out, after the kiss.

I was officially spent. Margo protested when I slipped out, but happily cuddled as we drifted off into the best sleep I'd had in many years.

"Good night superman."

"Good night wonder woman."

~

We laid languishing in bed in the morning. Margo's head rested on my chest, and I softly caressed her firm ass cheeks, neither us talking simply enjoying the intimate contact. Her hand went to my penis, gripping it and rubbing her thumb around my cockhead.

"You're an amazing man," she whispered.

"Takes an amazing woman to bring it out, don't you think?" I replied.

Sliding her head down, she opened her mouth and took me in. She wasn't giving me a blow job, it felt more like she was paying homage to that which had given her so much pleasure. I was partially hard when she pulled off.

"I know what you said, but we can give it a rest this morning... if that's okay with you?"

I felt like I was being given a reprieve and was thankful. Without admitting it, I needed the rest. Having this woman as my lover was going to be a challenge.

"If that's what you want... I'm a good cook, would you like it if made breakfast?"

Margo raised up and looked at me, smiling.

"Seriously, you cook too?!"

"Yeah, yeah I know, another one for the list. Let's get up and see what you have that I can work with," I responded, swatting her bare, delicious, ass.

I put on my pajama bottoms and Margo slipped into a chemise. As I was cutting up potatoes, she stepped in behind me reaching around to grip my breasts, resting her head against my body.

"God, this feels so right," she whispered.

"Yeah, I feel the same way, but what are you gonna do when I get old?" I asked, joking.

"Stop, I don't want to think that far ahead. I want to live in the now - in the moments of bliss you bring."

Her words made me think and they weren't the best of thoughts. An hour later we were finishing the meal I'd prepared. It wasn't all that much, but I was damn good at making sauces, which enhanced the potatoes, eggs and bacon. Margo set her fork down and rested her head on her palm, staring at me.

"You are something else. I was right, I did hit the lotto," she said, reaching out for my hand.

I didn't know how to respond and instead asked if she wanted more coffee. She declined and I got up to clear away dishes.

"Rob, no... I'll take care of this, you cooked. Go turn on TV, it's Sunday and football is on," she insisted.

Once again I felt like we were a couple, long into a loving relationship.

"Are you sure... I'd be happy to help."

"I'm sure. When I'm done we can go shower - sound good?"

I went to her, embracing with my hands on her bare ass cheeks.

"Go you hunk before you get my hormones raging and I want to fuck you silly!"

"Okay, but remember I did offer."

Turning on her TV, I found the game and stretched out on the couch. The dishes were minimal, a couple of plates, cups and pans along with silverware, and Margo walked in a half hour later.

"Who's winning?"

"No one yet, but the Giants are up by three."

"Can I join you," she asked.

"Of course, lay down next to me," I replied, adjusting the couch pillow.

Margo settled in stretching out the length of my body and lifted her hips in a final push against my crotch.

"Comfortable?" I asked.

"Umm, very."

Smiling, I laid my arm over her body, resting my hand low on her belly. She placed a hand on top of mine and wiggled her butt against me in a sign of approval. It didn't take long for our close, intimate, body contact to have an effect on me. Margo's nearly imperceptible hip movements were bringing me to life, and she was aware.

"I didn't know football could get a man aroused," she said, jokingly.

"I take it you don't watch football then."

"No, but I think I might start."

Reaching between us, I pulled my erection from my pajamas, telling Margo, "Lift your leg."

"Why? I thought we were giving it rest this morning," she questioned, but did so anyway after moving away slightly.

"We are... this isn't what you think."

"Whoa! Really, I think my pussy would beg to differ," she exclaimed, feeling me slide home.

"Okay, lower your leg."

"Rob are you going to...?"

"Yup, I'm going to watch the game... push back and relax."

Sighing, she did just that and wiggled my cock in deeper, commenting, "I don't get it."

"You will."

The idea came to me when a thought from my distant past went through my mind. A love making session ended abruptly when my then girlfriend passed out in bed. Left with a raging hard on I lifted her butt cheek to push my cock in and then lower it. I had no intension of humping her. I just wanted to be inside her. As I laid there something unexpected happened. It felt like my cock was being squeezed. It was slight at first, but got stronger. My girlfriends hips were barely moving - moving to the squeezing feeling I was experiencing and I came with no effort at all.

Margo wasn't passed out. When I didn't pursue actively humping her I felt her pelvis start moving ever so slightly.

"Good game huh?"

"Yes, I feel like it's... umm, interesting," she replied.

With my hand low, resting just above her mons I felt the subtle changes in her. The one I'd hoped for was coming. Pressing against her cervix, I felt the first squeeze on my shaft.

"Umm... umm... oh... that was a good catch," she said.

"Yes, quite a grip," I replied, feeling her vaginal muscles contracting to grab me repeatedly.

"Is it warm in here? I'm feeling hot," she said, just as I felt her body shudder.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes, I don't know what you're doing to me, but... Mmm, it feels good."

"Margo, I'm not doing anything," I told her, "I think it's you."

"Me... oh God," she moaned.

"Yeah, you're squeezing me."

"Squeezing... yes, I'm grabbing your... oh my God... Rob, I'm going to.... CUMMM!"

Her orgasm was swift and intense. No longer content not to be moving, she thrust her butt into me, humping on the cock buried inside her pussy. When I came, it wasn't a lot, but it was particularly satisfying.

"I had no idea I could do that... did you know I could do that?" Margo moaned.

"Let's say I was hoping. I'll explain later," I answered.

'Touch Down - Giants are up by ten!'

Sliding her hips away, she pulled my shaft out and rolled over to kiss me repeatedly.

"My God, you made me cum without doing anything," she whispered.

"Well, to be fair... I was inside you, so I wouldn't say I did nothing."

"Yeah but you didn't move. It was just there for me and I grabbed it - my pussy squeezed your magnificent cock, Rob!"

"You definitely did that and more than once," I said agreeing, and smiled.

"You want to shower?"

"Yeah, the Giants are going to win," I answered.

~

Leaving Margo's apartment wearing what I'd arrived in I felt a little conspicuous, as it was early afternoon. Thankfully I didn't run into anyone, giving away our intimate secret. It was something I felt I should bring up to her - that being if she cared about others knowing. I dressed for a casual, lazy, Sunday. I'd been to Mexico and while there I bought a white crinkled linen outfit. A long sleeve top and matching draw string bottoms. The top was a pullover, no collar with a V cut open neck; the bottoms dropped to just short of my ankles. Without underwear, the outfit was possibly the most comfortable clothing I'd ever owned.

Around two, Margo showed up wearing a brilliantly colored Mumu, looking just as comfortable as I was. Her garment flowed as she moved about my apartment, looking things over - touching this and that. I was glad I wasn't a slob. "So, what do you think?" I asked.

"Everywhere I look it says you," she remarked, and smiled.

"Yeah, well until I met you that's all I had - me. Would you care for a drink... all I have is Burbon and ice."

"That's fine... Rob, I didn't know you smoked," she replied.

"Just an occasional cigar, is that a deal breaker?"

Margo approached me to take her drink. "No... I used to, but quit about a year ago. I still get the urge once in a while."

"Yeah, I get it. I was a pretty heavy smoker during my time in the department... it was a stressful job. Anymore, once in a while I'll pour myself a Burbon and enjoy it with a cigar."

"Umm, sounds decadent. I can just picture you in a Burgandy house robe, sitting in a high backed chair, feet on a deeply padded footstool in front of a fireplace... swirling your drink and letting out a stream of smoke," she commented, looking sultry as she rubbed her low ball glass across her lower lip.

"Wow, you can paint a hell of a picture. I wish I was that well off, but then I wouldn't have met you," I commented, and moved to kiss her. "Should I put on some music?"

"What do you have?' she asked, walking to the bay window.

"Don't laugh... I love the older jazz, Miles Davis and the like."

"Sounds perfect for a lazy Sunday afternoon," Margo said. "Go ahead, pick out anything."

Everything I had was on vinyl, which really didn't surprise her. Shortly, the apartment was filled the soft, sensual, sounds of sax and piano. Margo swayed gently to the music, sipping her drink. I move behind her and placed my hand low on her belly, feeling the lack of underwear. She reached up, gripping the back of my neck and we moved together as one.

"Umm, so nice... you are definitely a romantic man," she sighed out.

With her hair up, it was easy to go after the nape of her neck. She let out a soft gasp when I suckled her perfumed skin, moving my hand from her belly to a breast.

"With you it's so easy, and you've definitely got me," I whispered in her ear.

We finished out the song and Margo turned to face me, "What?" she asked, seeing my look.

"When I came back here earlier, I had a thought wondering if you cared about anyone knowing about us - do you?"

"God, you are so precious... no Rob, we can go outside and I'll shout it out to the entire neighborhood, if you'd like," she responded, and went after my lips.

It was late afternoon when we finished our second drink. Margo waved off a third, citing her work the next day. It had been a wonderful perfect weekend, and I walked her down to her place.

"I'll unlock my door tomorrow morning. Come down early and make coffee," she said, as she unlocked her apartment.

Turning back to me we embraced and kissed deeply.

"I will."

"Good, you might get lucky," she replied, grinning and went inside.

~

The next morning, I left my place emboldened by our afternoon conversation. Wearing only the bottom half of my pajamas and my slippers, I padded down to Margo's and tried the handle. True to her word, the door was unlocked and I walked in. It felt normal in a way, and yet exhilarating stepping into her world. I'm sure I'd noticed before, but the fragrant candle smells seemed to hit me hard and I inhaled taking in the Jasmin and Vanilla scents, as I moved towards the kitchen. Busily setting up the coffee maker I didn't hear her approach.

"Good morning, lover mine," she whispered, just as she pressed her bare breasts into my back and wrapped her arms around me.

"Good morning to you."

She allowed me to turn in her embrace, finding she wore a satin kimono that was untied and wide open. Tilting heads, our lips came together, softly at first and then more hungrily pressing, with tongues searching. My hands went to her lower buttocks, gripping the meaty, firm, flesh. A moan escaped her throat, as the kiss ended.

"Remember what I said yesterday?" she asked, reaching for the draw string of my pajamas.

"Mmm, I do."

Margo lowered down to her knees, taking my pajama bottoms with her. I watched in awe as she took my penis in hand and placed a puckered lip kiss on my cockhead, as the start to an erotic blowjob. Slowly, she took me in just passed the sensitive ridge of my penis. Stopping, she sucked on it, rubbing her upper lip firmly against my ridge. Her actions sent a quiver through me. I grew thicker - harder, in her hand and she lowered her lips a quarter of the way down - half, and finally coming close to the base of my cock, where she gagged. Quickly pulling back and off my cock she coughed. Spittle connected her lips to my cock, which she sucked back in and then spit back on my cockhead, to use as lubricant for her hand. She started to bob her head up and down on my shaft and use her hand stroking me.

Gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk.... Haaa, umm.... Gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk... Haaa... you taste so good... gawk, gawk, gawk.... Oh God, take me.

Her words came as she made a final slurping sound sliding her lips up and off my shaft, and stood up.

"Here?"

"Yes, God I'm so horny for you," she responded, lifting the back of her kimono, and almost frantically bending over the kitchen table. "Do it, put your cock in and fuck me!"

There were three sounds in the kitchen, the steady dripping of the coffee maker; the slapping of my balls against Margo, and Margo's grunts of pleasure as I serviced her pussy.

"Uh... uh... uh... uh... uh... uh... uh, uh, uh, uh... fuck yeah... yeah... yeah... uh, uh, uh, uh... yes... yes... yes... oh... oh my... GOD!"

Her ass cheeks rippled with every thrust and with a death grip on the table's edges she came. Moaning and writhing on the table top, I left my cock buried rubbing once again against her cervix. Her final movements were enough to make me cum and she cried out.

"Oh my God, oh my God... Oh my God... yes baby, yes... fill my pussy!"

Drip - drip - drip... Psssssst

"Coffee's ready," I said, easing my penis out.

Margo laughed and pushed off the table. Turning, she bent to suck whatever I had left in me. Satisfied, she righted herself and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"What a way to start the day... thank you," she cooed out, and kissed me. "I gotta finish dressing, pour me a cup and bring it to me - please?"

As she walked away, I pulled my pajama bottoms up and retied them. Moments later, I walked into her bathroom where she was wiping away semen. Setting her cup on the vanity, she looked up and grinned.

"Never thought I'd be doing this with a man... my panties and bra are on my dresser, would you mind?"

Going after what she'd asked for I had the same thought in my mind, but for me there was the added thrill of being so intimate with a young woman. When I returned, she thanked me.

"I don't know how I'm going to hide this?" she said.

"Hide what?"

"The shit-eating grin and glow I'm going to have walking into the office this morning," she responded, and laughed.

"So, it's true then?" I questioned, grinning.

"Yeah, there's just something about having a great fuck that sets a woman off."

"Wow, awesome early morning sex, coffee and a compliment. You were right, I got lucky!"

"Don't be so smug, Mr. Harris," Margo replied, lifting her cup for a sip.

Grinning, I held up my cup in a salute. "Well, I'll get out your hair and let you get ready."

I started to walk away and stopped. "Oh, are you up for meeting at Clancy's after work?"

"I can't... it's going to be a long, rough, day. I don't expect to get out of there until eight or maybe nine tonight. How 'bout Wednesday?"

"You're on, Wednesday it is."

~

Tuesday morning, Margo showed up for coffee dressed and ready for work.

"Well, how did it go yesterday?"

"God, I was right; it was a rough one. Thank God for our dalliance that morning; it got me through the day. Every time I found myself fading, I thought of you taking me in the kitchen," she replied, accepting the cup of coffee I offered. "Hey, I've got a few minutes... You said you'd explain about how you got me to cum Sunday morning."

"Ah, well, it goes back - way back to my younger years," I began.

"Holy... Rob, wasn't that like rape?!" she asked, seemingly shocked at what I'd related.

"No, I mean we're that close to having sex anyway, so..."

"Did you tell her the next day?"

"I did, but she knew I'd cum inside her, and she apologized for drinking too much."

"Amazing. So, that's how you knew I might react the same?"

"I wasn't sure, but I figured you might."

Margo downed the last of her coffee and set the cup down. Putting her hands on my cheeks, she puckered her lips and gave me a lip smacking kiss.

"You're scary... you're getting me to do things even I didn't know I could do, but I love you for it. I hate to run. We're on for tomorrow right?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

With that she was off, leaving a trailing scent of perfume. I started to turn away from the door when she burst back in.

"I almost forgot - here, I made you a key for my place, Byeee!" she blurted out and was off again, before I could say a word.

Stunned, I looked at the key in disbelief. Margo was kicking our relationship up a significant notch, and obviously I needed to reciprocate. I added it my shopping list. I left early with a specific idea in mind. In as much as I had a key to her place, I would surprise her by having a meal ready. I was back before nine am and let myself into her apartment. Fifteen minutes later, I had a slo-cooker set up with a beef pot roast inside, seasoned and ready to cook on high. The balance of the fixings, potatoes, carrots, celery and onions needed to be prepped and added later so as not to overcook. Before leaving, I set a bottle of Burgandy on the counter.

I was timing her arrival for five-thirty and went back to prepare the vegetables around two. I took my Burbon with me and after pouring a low ball, I set about finishing the prep. At two-thirty I added it all to the cooker, and went to her bathroom. As I suspected, she had bubble bath and another idea hatched, to add in a massage and bubble bath before dinner. At five, I turned the slo-cooker to low. Going on five-thirty, I lit the wide triple candles she had in the bathroom.

At eight-thirty, Margo shook me awake.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry... I had no idea you were... it smells delicious."

"Hey, wow I must have drifted off. I have everything ready for you," I said, sitting up.

"Rob, it's eight-thirty."

"What?"

"I had to stay late," she told me, walking into the kitchen. "You cooked! And there's wine... what else have you been up to?"

"Ah, well I'd planned on giving you a massage and prepping a bubble bath - oh, shit, the candles!" I began, and ran off to blow out the candles.

When I turned to leave the bath, Margo was there. Slipping her arms under mine and gripping my back she pressed in tight. "I turned off the cooker... if you open the wine, I'll get undressed."

When I returned, Margo was naked, bent over the tub testing the water. One knee was bent, slightly shifting her hips and making her derriere enticing. The candles were lit. Hearing me, she turned and smiled.

"You can't be spoiling me like this," she commented, walking up to take the wine glasses. "Go back and grab the bottle and then come join me."

Back for the second time, Margo was not yet in the tub.

"Why aren't you in the...?"

"I was waiting for you. When I said join me, I meant in the tub... take your clothes off, let's relax and drink some wine."

With bottle and glasses on the floor next to the tub, I stepped and eased down, followed by Margo. Spreading my legs, she slid back and rested against my body.

"This is heavenly. What made you think to do all this?" she questioned, reaching for her glass.

"The key you gave me. It surprised me, but then I thought how nice it would be for you to come home after a hard day and not have to do anything - be pampered. Oh, and I made a key for my place, it's on the table stand by your door."

"Jesus, I may just have to marry you," she sighed.

My response was to tell her to lean forward, when she did, I began to massage her neck and upper back, getting a loud groan of appreciation. After fifteen minutes, I stopped and pulled her back against me.

"That settles it," she said.

"Settles what?"

"You're spending the night, and no arguments."

Softly caressing her breasts, we sipped on our wine and enjoyed the flickering candle flames. Another glass of wine and after two reheats of water, we were finally ready to get out. Margo flipped the drain latch and water gurgled away. Once out, we toweled each other off. Margo blew out the candles, and I grabbed the bottle and glasses headed for the kitchen. "Are you hungry?"

"Famished," she answered back.

At ten pm, we sat together naked eating the meal I'd prepared.

"Umm, this is so good."

"Thank you... Margo you were just joking - right?" I replied.

"Joking?"

"Yeah, what you said about marrying."

A sly little grin crossed her lips, but she didn't directly respond.

"This is crazy, dining naked don't you think?"

"Yeah, erotic in a way... you didn't answer my question."

"Let me put it this way, I can't think of any two people more compatible than you and me - wouldn't you agree?"

I was about to take in another mouth full and stopped. "Margo, you were serious. If I asked you to marry me..."

"Of course, a girl can't live in sin forever. Besides, I'll never find another Don Juan. Like I said, we're compatible... who else have you ever sat naked with enjoying a meal?"

Smiling, I shook my head, "No one."

"I thought so. All I can say is, when you're ready I'll be ready and eager."

"You say that, but what happens when I can't get it up any longer?"

Margo laughed.

"Shit, that'll be a long time off, and I'll remind you that you still have a mouth and tongue."

Out maneuvered, I leaned to kiss her. "Fine, you win. Let's go to bed, I'll clean all this up tomorrow."

The wine, hot bath and meal were the perfect sleeping pill. Content with snuggling, we drifted off.

~

As promised, I did clean up the kitchen and stored the leftovers, while Margo got ready for work. I had dressed by the time she came out wearing a navy blue suit, with a white blouse. She had that Rachael look again, and I cat whistled.

"Oh stop. Coffee's ready I hope."

"What's your day looking like?" I asked, setting down her cup.

"Should be better. I'm glad we didn't get crazy last night, tonight will be much better for that," she replied.

"Are you suggesting something sexual?" I asked, and laughed.

"Damn right... sleeping nude with you and not making it sexual is hard," she replied, and winked.

"Yeah? I'm not sure if I should tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"Last night... you farted on my dick."

Margo's eyes went wide, "What?! You're lying!"

"Cross my heart. I was just drifting off when I felt you putt-putt-putting on me."

"Oh my God, how embarrassing!"

I laughed, "I can now honestly say we're officially compatible. Any woman that can fart on her man's dick is worth marrying!"

Margo looked genuinely shocked.

"Women don't fart - we poof."

"Oh, so I'm mistaken, you poof, poof, poofed on my dick," I responded, and laughed.

"OH! That's it, I'm going to work," she said, feigning outrage.

"Without a kiss?"

"No, I'd never even when you're being..."

"Honest?"

She hugged me and pressed her lips to mine in a tender moment of affection.

"Jesus, I love you, you old fart," she said, heading for the door.

"Hey, Clancy's - five-thirty!" I called out after her.

"With Bells on!" she called back.

~

I hadn't told Margo, but I was fairly well off. My pension, social security, savings, four-o-one K and the sale of the house my deceased wife and I had... yeah, I had no worries. I hadn't looked into it, but I was sure Margo was being well compensated, at least five figures if not more, given her tenure. A year and a half into our relationship, she caught me browsing homes.

"What's going on? Are you moving out?" she asked, sounding concerned.

I looked up from the realtor magazine and smiled.

"No, I was just musing about what kind of house you'd pick."

"What? Me? I can't afford a house."

Holding out my arm, I motioned for her to join me on my recliner. Sliding onto my lap, I reached around her waist to grab the magazine. Together, we thumbed through the pages until a small cottage came up. A cottage in up-state New York.

"Umm, now I like that," she sighed out. "But it's just a pipe dream."

"Kinda far out, isn't it?" I questioned.

"Not really, there's train service out there," she replied, looking down at me.

I kissed her lips.

"What's this all about?"

"Well, Ms. Sweeny, I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of marrying me?"

Margo squealed and jumped up.

"Seriously?! You aren't joking?!"

She hadn't seen the ring box on the table next to the chair and I picked it up, opening it. The diamond wasn't large, but it wasn't small either. Margo dropped to her knees, a hand covering her mouth. Tears rolled down her cheeks as I pull out the ring.

"Well, Ms. Sweeny?"

"Yes - oh my God yes! Yes, I'll marry you!" she replied.

I slipped the ring on her finger and she launched into me, nearly flipping the chair.

A week later, we went up-state and met the realtor handling the cottage she'd liked. As advertised, it was on a small plot, with lake frontage. Quaint, it reminded me of a hobbit house. Margo was a delight walking though the house, her eyes sparkled as she marveled at everything.

"Rob, it has everything I've ever wanted," she said excitedly, gripping my hand.

I felt obligated to make a counter offer, which seemed to dismay Margo. But, on our way back home I filled her in on my finances. "Look, we can get the house, I'm just playing the game."

Two months later, a moving van pulled up in front of the brownstone to take our belongings to our new home. We'd bought the house and were co-owners. On Margo's birthday, we married and altered the deed. Unknown to her, I also took out a life insurance policy in her name. For all the happiness and love she'd given me it was the least I could do.

"Why my birthday?" she asked.

"Simple, when I start to forget the day we got married, I'll only have to remember your birthday!"

"BSer!"