Loading...It was quiet time at the hospice. The old man was sitting all by himself, wondering if he would still be alive tomorrow. He wasn’t worried, just wondering. He presumed he was alone because he couldn’t see. His eyesight had completely given out a couple days earlier. Only one ear still worked. He might have been able to walk, but he couldn’t see where he was going and didn’t care. Doctors could have patched him enough to keep him breathing, but he refused to return to the hospital again, and left orders he was not to be given any extraordinary treatment to extend his life, not even resuscitated.
He would have ended it himself but the law forbad suicide, and the hospice workers weren’t about to smuggle any weapons or poison in to him.
His own life nearly useless, he was adamant he didn’t want to inflict his own helplessness on others. He could tell by the reaction of his children their visits were a terrible chore. Nobody dared make the inane suggestion that “oh you’ll outlive us all.” And nobody dared talk of that “happier place” fools wish off on the dying. The kids came, but he often made it easy for them. He would feign being asleep. Today one of the care givers had pushed him and his wheel chair into an empty library. They knew what he appreciated more than anything, solitude! In the library he daydreamed of his life. It was better than exchanging meaningless minutia with kids who waited his death.
Nevertheless an aide interrupted his reverie. “Mr. Jackson, a lady would like to visit you. She says she’s an old and special friend.”
“Unless she’s a hot babe, tell her to get lost.”
“She’s lovely sir.” Yeah, sure. He rather hoped she had a bible and wanted to save his ass from hell – nothing better than a rousing argument with a rabid evangelist. He stared off towards where he guessed she might be. This blind business took some getting used to.
Then a chair’s legs grated as the aide pushed it across the floor. At least it was closest to his remaining good ear. Damn this dying was a pain in the ass!
Then he felt the guest’s hand on his. She squeezed it gently and said, “Hello Lovie.”
Lovie! It was her! Only one person had ever made up such a stupid nickname for him. He squeezed back and whispered, “Lay your head upon my pillow. . ..”
She answered, “Hold your warm and tender body close to mine. . .”
Tears were rolling down his cheeks when he answered again, “Listen to the whisper of the raindrops
Blowing soft against the window.”
A choked voice answered, “Lovie, you always fucked that up. it’s ‘hear the whisper’ not listen to it.’ ”
His smile was spontaneous and his first real one in days: “You were the first girl who used the word fuck on the first date with me.”
Again she squeezed his hand and he could feel her smile as she said, “You were the first guy to give me a bath on the first date.”
“Oh god how much of that do you remember?”
“All of it, lovie.”
“Me too. I think of us together every day. When I hear “For the Good Times” I cal almost feel you. Oh god I still love you.”
She said, “I haven’t allowed myself to think of you that way for years, but I’m going to cry if we don’t stop.”
“Still married to him?”
“No, he died a few years ago. I did try so hard to love him, and I did have a deep affection for him, but you were always there. Thanks for not trying to contact me. That helped.”
“Still you remember. Tell me our story as you remember. Include the salacious parts. Let’s see if you can give a feeble old man a boner.”
“Fair enough, but I’ll have to use caution. This old woman has been told to avoid excitement herself.”
“You know I’m a goner. Maybe we can die together.”
“That would be sweet. Anyhow, Lovie, I stopped in at the midtown bar that night so many years ago. I had just broken up with my boy friend. I don’t think I was on the prowl but a long weekend loomed and I would be alone. Maybe I just wanted a drink. Like to hear it as I remember it Lovie?”
He squeezed her hand. A tear rolled down his cheek. “Yes, tell me a story.”
The story:
Marian was thinking “It’s Friday night and I had to break up with Gerry last week. Let’s see what is happening at the old watering hole.” She didn’t much care for a drink, but the weekend loomed and she didn’t like football or whatever dominated TV on weekends. Now in her forties, she detested being alone. She took a stool at the end of the bar, next to him.
He was standing, tall and rather handsome. But best of all he spent money and exuded confidence. He gave her the eye. She could tell he liked what he saw. Like all guys he was fascinated by her boobs.
This might be a happy, happy-hour. A sizable group of late Friday afternoon drinkers were in a mellow mood, none more so than the guy she sat next to. He was witty and loud, leading the conversation for everybody in the vicinity. As the others made their way home, he paid more attention to her.
She was easy to pay attention to, conversation stopper just by coming into a room. When he addressed her directly he acted as if nobody else in the world existed. Familiar with the bar scene herself she knew he would make a move sooner or later. The only question was whether she would go along.
Time flew. A couple glasses of wine and she was almost looking forward to the inevitable seduction. Marion loved the give and take of the age-old game. She played it often and well since her divorce a couple years earlier. She fired the first shot, by looking at her watch and said, “Oh god, it’s getting late.”
“You have somewhere to go?” he asked.
“Yeah, home. I have to eat.”
“Look I was thinking of trying out the seafood buffet at the Hilton out on the beach. Like to join me? It includes a whole lobster.”
My god! This was more than she expected. She knew that she was an easy date but this made her feel like . . . well, something. Now she wondered if it was a bona fide invitation. She tested the waters, “Oh, I think I better go home.”
“Please! I’d consider it a favor. I’m alone and will not go unless I have company. Really, please?”
“A real lobster eh? If you’re sure, I’d really like that.” Now she hoped he was as interesting one-on-one as he had been with an audience of Friday afternoon drinkers. Some guys are the life of the party but freeze up when alone with a woman.
Not this guy. On the way out he held out his hand and said, “I’m Jake, and you?”
“Hi I’m Marian, and I’m a nurse at that big hospital up on the hill.”
“I’m a fucking insurance salesman. Like to see why they call me that?”
It was a good one but she allowed herself just a polite smile.
The Friday night seafood special brought lots of people into the hotel. But, as advertised, it was there and it was good, especially the lobster. Conversation was easy with this guy Jake. He was not only a good conversationalist, he brought out the best in her. If nothing else happened it would be a nice evening. He had been there and done that. Best of all he understood what made the world tick. She thought he might be the proverbial guy she’d like to be stranded on a deserted island with, or a room at the Hilton.
After dinner, they moved to the bar. Another drink, but he wasn’t pushing it. He asked her to dance. It was her turn to make a move. She moved in closer than would be proper on a first date. He pulled even and she felt his erection. “Hmmmm that’s obviously deliberate.” Now it was just be a matter of time. She bet herself he wouldn’t put the room on a credit card. This guy had all the earmarks of a married guy. There would be no faux shyness, his erection pressing against her wasn’t shy. With his self confidence and her ability to leave her inhibitions behind this promised to be just what she hoped for. He wouldn’t be a dud in bed.
The invitation wasn’t long in coming. “Marian, may I ask you a personal question,” he asked?
She looked up at him and nodded.
“Would you spend the night with me?”
Perhaps she should play it coy, just for show. She had a notion to turn him down, but she was afraid he wouldn’t ask a second time, and she certainly didn’t want to spend the night dancing. She just smiled and nodded a second time.
“Tonight?”
She whispered in his ear, “Yes. Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes I want to fuck you all night.”
“Beat’s sleeping. You have enough for a room?”
It was his turn to nod. Off they went to the hotel office. Marian had quit smoking but this occasion seemed to warrant one. She wasn’t especially nervous. She just wanted a bit of time for introspection. She dug around the bottom of her purse and found a pack with a cigarette still in it. She lit up as he was registering.
As they walked to the room he put his hand on her ass and fondled it. She knew he was checking to see if she was wearing panties. She was but wished she wasn’t. A guy’s discovering his paramour is not wearing any always lit him up. Why hadn’t she shed them on her last visit to the lady’s room.
They walked to the room. It had two queen sized beds. He said, “Looks like one too many beds.”
This was going to be easy. Marian turned to Jake, put her arms around him, and pulled his face to hers. This was their first kiss. It soon became a Frenchie. More fondling, then as they embraced he pulled the zipper in back and her dress fell to her waist. Jake reached in back to unhook her bra. He couldn’t find the hasp. She smiled at him and unfastened it from the front. He was treated to a view of the nicest set of tits he ever saw, and this on a woman in her forties.
Soon they were naked and in bed. As was usual for him he started kissing his way down her body. When he got close to her triangle she stopped him. “Please don’t.” she said.
“But it’s better if I do that first.”
“I know lovie but I want to be squeaky clean and . . . well it’s just a thing with me.
“How about if I give you a bath?”
“Huh?”
“Sure. Let’s take a shower together and I’ll make your most private parts squeaky clean before we defile them with tongue and pecker.”
Sure enough. He wasn’t kidding. The Hilton folks graciously provided a shower cap, probably with this particular purpose in mind, but it worked. Both later reflected that sex and a warm, soapy shower go together well. Scarce an erotic novel is written without one episode of it, and this was a hot one – two adults still in their prime taking part in one of the most erotic episodes of foreplay possible. She stood facing the shower, her lover of a few hours directly behind her. As the hot water cascaded over her face and down between her titties he reached around and grasped both titties. She smiled and move back feeling her erection pressing against the cheeks of her butt. Ahhhhh this was it.
She handed him the bar of soap and he made good use of it. Each of her recently modified and upgraded titties were gently massaged. Then one hand continued to stay on one titty while the other moved south. She started moving her hips in rhythm to his lathered fingers as they fondled and caressed her nether regions. Soon she began to make the noises he came to associate with their love making, noises he would remember the rest of his life. She was a talker, “OOOH GOD JAKE. THAT’S IT, RUB IT RIGHT THERE.” Then she gave with a low growl followed by a high pitched, if muted, shriek.
She turned and held him, their bodies tight together She retrieved the soap and asked, “You cum quick?”
A tad perplexed, he answered, “Nope. Why?” She reached down grasped his erect cock and gave it a lathering as he’d done to her. When he started gyrating his hips, she said, “Okay big boy. Let’s fuck.” They didn’t bother drying off.
Warm soapy water now clinking to their naked bodies, she led him back to the bedroom, lay down on the bed, and spread her legs. Although the shower was to be a prelude to cunnilingus, that was forgotten. The hot foreplay ignited the passions of both. Jake moved on top of , she looked up at him, and raised her ass. It slipped in easily.
Now she was wet inside and out. She gasped and pushed back. Soon their were making a squishing sound as they went at it. He held her so tight her tits were squashed, but that didn’t bother her. Nothing did.
She started what would be the first of a continuation of orgasms as he kissed her on the mouth while holding one titty with one hand while fondling her ass with the other. Each stroke ignited her. Soon she was murmuring. “Ooooh god Jake. Oh god that is so good. I love you Jake.” Then she started babbling as he pounded it inside her with hard and harder strokes.
The finish was coming and both were ecstatic. He pushed it in and held it tight as she wiggled on him. He kissed her again as she felt his explosion inside her. Both always remembered that never was a first sexual encounter so good.
Both felt a bit of arousal as finished her story. Jake thought he even felt the stirrings of an erection.
“What’s funny is that I didn’t go down on you,” Jake said.
“Oh not then but the next three times that night you did, and every time thereafter.”
“And you never reciprocated.”
sighed, “No but I tried. Honest I really wanted to do it just for you.”
Jake laughed, his first laugh in months. he said, “Yes you tried and you were so serious about it. When I came over to visit that afternoon you were wearing nothing but your panties and bra. As I kissed you I immediately started fondling you. Then you looked up at me and said, ‘I have a special surprise for you Lovie.’ At that you led me up to the bedroom.
“When we were naked you again kissed me then paused and said, ‘Ready lovie?’ Then you kissed your way down to my erection, looked up, smiled bravely then said, ‘Lovie’ This is it. All the way.”
Jake said, “You were so serious. You really tried. Then when it started feeling good you went ‘urp’ and pulled off.’ ”
“Yeah I wanted to do it, really wanted to.”
“Then I started laughing.”
“Yea it seemed so funny, we both broke up.”
Jake said, “We were like that, could see the humor in everything, but I still had my hard-on and we did it dog fashioned after that. I loved looking at you in the mirror when we did that. Your tits bounced with each stroke and when your hair fell over your face you looked like a wild woman.”
“And later you mailed me one of the darling notes we exchanged. One simply you would always remember our funny foiled felllatio. I kept that note for a long time, even after I got married.”
Jake was afraid of the answer but he had to ask, “Still got nice tits.”
“Best septuagenarian tits in town. Nobody is around want to cop one last feel, lovie?”
Jake realized two old people were cavalier about their imminent deaths and it made him feel superior to those who dread it. They had such magnificent memories. He answered Marion, “Yeah, one last feeling to take to my crematorium.”
She unbuttoned her blouse pulled her bra out and freed them. Again took his hand and put it inside. He looked rather strange staring ahead but smiling as he felt the titties he thought about so often. God they were still firm. And again tears streamed down his cheeks. “Marion I love you so much.”
“And I love you Jake, and I’m crying with you.” She put his hand back. Now, neither could find anything to say. They sat silent.
In a few minutes Jake stiffened and sat still. His unseeing eyes still staring at nothing. But he was no longer breathing. Marion checked his pulse. As she had expected there was none. She found an emergency button and pushed it.
This was almost routine at the hospice. One aide came, closed his eyes, and with a smile said, “I’m guessing he had what they call a happy death?”
Marion made her way outside. There she sat in her car and let it all out. Her lover of four decades earlier was now dead. Eventually she shook it off and made her way home. Her house was empty but her daughter would be over that evening. “I have to do it now or I’ll chicken out,” she said.
She found the pill she had been saving for this occasion, But she had two more tasks. She said to herself, “I want to look pretty again, but kinda wild too,” She washed her face almost eliminating the evidence of her crying spell. Then she tousled her hair so it fell over her eyes. Then she took the pill and lay down on the bed.
In a few hours her daughter came in and saw her mother lying on the bed, looking peaceful despite her tousled hair. A note beside her said, “Don’t be sad. We both died happy.”