7 comments/ 36406 views/ 7 favorites One Old Man and a Barmaid Ch. 02 By: magmaman Life can take some amazing turns. For the second time I was supposed to be dead by now. That first time is a blurred memory, I really do think most of it evolved over time rather than being an account of what happened at the moment. Badly wounded in an ugly war, surrounded by noise, flashes of lights and men yelling, I seem to remember lying there as a Doctor leaned over me. I have a clear vision of him reaching up and pushing a pair of glasses back up his nose. I probably didn't look too good, blood and mud all over me, my left arm draped over my right side holding my intestines in as much as I could. "This one's done." He had said, and turned away to try and help the others. "I am not going to die." I managed to get out. He turned back to me and looked again. Then there was a blur of faces and after that I remember nothing. I woke up in a room with lots of other men, bandaged up. Did that actually happen the way I just said it? I don't really know for sure but I think it did. The second time was about 45 years later, the kind old Doctor patted my arm and told me that what I had planned was what he would do. Go have fun, enjoy the time that was left. That sounded a lot better than being sick as a dog and kicking off anyway. "Six months, maybe a year." He told me. That was almost two years ago. There is something about a healthy diet, exercise, and a reason to keep on going that does wonders. It keeps a person alive, curiousity about what the next day may bring is part of it. The doctor had checked me out and asked me what I had been doing. "Exercise" I told him with a grin, then I told him about Kathy and all of the changes she had made in my life. "Well, keep it up." He smiled at me, and he actually winked. By accident, just chasing memories, I had met a young woman with two children. 40 years younger than me, now that is something an old man in my stage of life could not even dream of happening. Meeting a woman had been the very last thing on my mind, too. It was just an old bar, a club where I had spent many hours as a young man usually raising hell and having fun. I took my turns up on the stage with my band, screaming out the music of the day and pounding on an electric guitar. Most of the patrons were far too drunk to realize how bad we were, though. The louder we got and the more off key we got, the better they liked it. Every single shadow in the place held the ghosts of memories, of moments in time. I had overheard her on her phone, heard the pain in her voice, the worry. On impulse, I had quietly slipped a couple of hundred dollar bills under my coffee cup and left. That was a small thing to me, but a big thing for her. It was enough to bridge a gap, create hope. A gift from a stranger, nothing asked and nothing offered, the kind of thing that does get noticed though. When she saw me again days later, I was sitting alone, mindlessly tapping buttons on a machine designed to remove money from my pocket. She wanted to say thank you. Curious perhaps? That I could understand. Perhaps in her mind she saw me at first as a sugar daddy, perhaps? Another thing I do not know. I do know we almost instantly became friends. There were dinners, long walks, an old grandfather figure and a young woman, just enjoying each other. Just being with her brightened up the gray days of my fading life. Nothing asked and nothing offered, just more moments enjoyed, then left to the shadows of time. When she decided, she simply took charge. She came to me wanting to be with me, it couldn't be for money or things because I had made it very clear that everything was going to my own son and grandgirls. I had also long since given up any thought of sex. I could buy that if I wanted but I never was very comfortable doing that like so many others I knew. That was all just me and the way I was, sex was a personal thing to me and it was something that was best shared. It wasn't something that could be bought and sold. All that ever was, was a pretense. I won't go so far as to say I never did use a lady of the evening, there were the girls available when we were on leave, plus in the years before I met my late wife Dotty I had dated and things happened. The truth is that a boy must be a boy before he can become a man. But there is something about waking up with a woman that cares about you that can't be topped. Watching someone get dressed and stuff money in their purse and leave just made me feel alone and hollow inside. When I met my future wife Dotty, it was a full dozen dates and some long sessions of necking and exploring before she decided. It was her that decided too, not me. Just like Kathy did. That first time for us was pretty messy, I knew right off that she was a virgin, well right after it was way too late anyway. I had never asked and she had never said. In fact, I am not real sure that at that time in my life I would have believed her. In that world and at that time there just was almost no such thing as a virgin, not after puberty anyway. Dotty was 20 years old, I knew I had found something rare. I loved her beyond reason, and she was the same with me. I will always remember that first time, the way she had pressed her bare upper body to my chest to hide her breasts from my gaze, shy about that but determined. The first probing touch of her fingers on my loins, the quickening of her breath as she found me. Her fingertips explored at first, there was that wonderful newness. I just held her and stroked her back, let her experiment. She poked and rubbed my erection with just a couple of her fingertips, almost like she was unsure of exactly what that was or what she was supposed to do with it. Then she pressed it down, released it and it popped right back up, and she giggled. She did that a half dozen times, we both broke into hysterics that left us gasping for breath. Then I kissed her, her eyes filled with the wonder and excitement of our naked bodies pressed together for the first time. Her lips pressed back against mine, we were like that for a very long time. It was at that exact moment that I knew we were one. That instant burned into my memory and never left. I leaned her back so I could lick and nuzzle her breasts, she clasped both hands behind my head and held me there as I suckled one of her nipples into my mouth. I moved from one to the other and then back, her body began to relax as she felt the waves of pleasure pour over her. When I finally reached down and slid the palm of my hand over her, she was wet and her legs parted, slightly, hesitant. I repeated the motion several times and her legs opened wider until finally she was grunting with each motion and her hips came up to meet my touch. Her body had tensed as I poised in position, then she winced with a stab of obvious pain as I entered. I had stopped, realizing too late that I was her first, worried that I had hurt her. Then she had mashed against me, trying to swallow me whole, wanting all of me. I felt the almost overpowering wafts of pleasure and love. There is a difference between the blending of soulmates and sex for pleasure that cannot be explained, it has to be experienced. Afterwards, she had blushed when she saw the bedding. She had slipped out of the bed in the dark and pulled on her robe, stepped into the bathroom. Then realizing, she had come back out. "You need to get up, Danny." She told me in a tiny voice. I also washed up, got fresh bedding out of the closet and changed them. Then we lay there on the crisp clean sheets, her face buried against my neck as she allowed me to fondle her. We married just six weeks later, joined for life. The doctors found the first tumor when our son was born by C-section, removed that. It was a terrible worry for months but then the doctors told us she was clear. That was the end of our having children, though. Over the next 40 years there were regular checkups, until one day we did get the final bad news. Dotty went very quickly, almost peacefully. I found myself alone, except for visits from my son and his wife and two girls, and time to time phone calls. For weeks I would wake up, turn to reach for Dotty and find nothing. I found myself often getting up from my chair to go see what she was doing, remembering halfway there that she was gone. Four decades create habits in a person's life that don't just instantly go away. I almost constantly expected to look up and see her. There was a period where I know I became depressed. That was what made me decide to come home, to the roots I came from. I got as close as I could, too. I had made an offer for the same farm I grew up on, probably twice what it was worth. I never even got an answer, so I bought the one across the valley where I could look out my window and see the old place. Then I met Kathy, just an incident. I tried to help her, not a single thing on my mind but just that. Had anyone suggested to me where that would lead I would have just laughed. That first night with Kathy was wonderful. It was almost like the first time with Dotty, but different. Then she was right there the next morning, her slim body jammed up as tightly as she could get to me. Being older, I can't say my performance was amazing. There was no pounding, thrashing, rather we joined gently, sweetly. I didn't last for hours and hours, either, the first time was brief. But Kathy beat me there even at that, her body shuddering over and over. Amazingly for me, there was a second time after an hour or so of rest, that actually lasted quite awhile. Kathy wasn't what anyone would call stacked. She was on the skinny side, her small breasts were high and firm, seperated, shaped a bit like two halfs of an orange. The pubic hair at her groin was best described as unkempt. It wasn't a madly in love thing, either. It was just two people who liked each other and were comfortable. The huge age difference? I would also like to say that it didn't matter, but it did. There is one flaw that pops right up when a very old man like me ends up obviously hooked up with a woman almost a third his age. Neighbors, people we meet, other family members of course are in the mix and must be dealt with. They all think that the rules that govern their lives should apply to everyone else. Then everyone assumes that the only possible reason would be the money, and I did have some. I had done fairly well, and it seemed to come in a bit faster than I could figure out ways to waste it. That daughter of mine was irate at the idea of me being with someone 15 years younger than even she was, but my son finally grew some balls and stood up to her. She got a confused look on her face, she didn't quite know how to react to him telling her to shut the fuck up. Still, I saw the looks, there was no way to miss them. But I managed to keep the peace with my kids, it helped that they weren't around much. I also saw the looks from others around town. Kathy and I would hold hands walking down the street, Billy's hand in mine on one side and Sara's hand in Kathy's. People would nod and smile, but then whisper to each other when they thought we weren't looking. The first day that Kathy took me over to pick up her kids and meet her Mom Kate, was really difficult. She saw me and looked mildly confused. Then as realization hit her that I was the "Danny" that Kathy told her about, her expression became one of shock. Probably because her Mom was about a year or two younger than my son, I guess. They went off into the kitchen, there was some animated conversation. I just grinned to myself, getting part of it. After a few days her Mom saw just how happy Kathy was all the time, that seemed to do it and she accepted me. In fact, she was always rather pleasant to me. Then Kate came out to my ranch, she was nicely impressed with that. I saw her eyes dart around, looking at all of my stuff. I never scrimped on furnishings, there was no need to. Plus she spotted the pretty red Corvette sitting in the garage. One thing I learned over the years, if people realize you have money their attitudes change. A 66 year old man driving around in a nearly new $60,000 bright red Corvette makes for a pretty good display of having money, too. I knew I would get looks with that, and people would talk. I didn't care, besides, it made me feel younger. Kate even managed to wiggle the conversation around to finding out how much property I had, I told her it was a shade over 300 acres. "Oh, my, how do you manage to take care of all of that?" She asked me. "It's pretty much all trees, I figure they know what to do." I answered with a grin. I would have bought just the house but to get it I had to buy the land, too. So I bought the land. Her Mom did frown when she came into the bar one afternoon, and saw me messing around with the video poker machines. She didn't like that one bit. I had to agree with her, that was silly but I liked to play them and if I did nothing else at all the rest of my life I wasn't going to run out of money. Part of that I had to thank my Daughter in Law for, she made it obvious that she figured she would one day get her hands on Dad's assets, so I had converted everything to cash, expect for a dab of stocks. That was actually worth a laugh, I made the change just months before everything took a dump. The one thing I did do, but told no one about was set up an account. By now I loved Kathy's two kids as much as I loved her, so I moved some cash to a college fund that they could collect at age 18. I broke one of my rules right there that I had set for myself, I had told Kathy clearly right off the bat that everything went to my son. She simply did not care, and she made that obvious. So I didn't even tell her what I had done, I didn't want her to think I was trying to buy her affection or anything like that. The truth is that I did it partly to help out those two kids that I loved, and partly to piss off my daughter. I remember thinking that I hoped there would be an afterlife so I could be there when she found out that there was close to a quarter million dollars she wasn't going to get a piece of. That would probably be the best damned show in town. I had already done similar for my two grandgirls. Tucking that much capital aside did put a bit of a crimp in my finances but I wasn't worried. Besides, my doctor had told me I had six months to a year, what was I going to do with money? Maybe build stacks? I knew Kathy's mom had made a comment or two about my playing the poker machines, but Kathy just grinned and shrugged. Finally her mom gave up with that, too. Our life together was picnics, long walks on the beach with her two little pieces of mayhem, and we sometimes went down to the jetty where there was a huge flat rock that all four of us could sit on and fish. Kathy's little 5 year old Billy got interested in catching fish real quick after he caught some kind of rockfish one day, it was nearly a foot and a half long and had teeth. I found out about the teeth quickly trying to get the fishhook out. That was hilarious, I had to hold Billy by his life jacket while he held onto his tiny little fishing pole for dear life or he might have been pulled right into the river. There was no way in hell he was going to ever let go of that fishing pole. After that he sat quietly waiting for another bite. Sara was younger, all she wanted to do was throw rocks in the water. Billy yelled at her for scaring the fish, of course. It didn't seem to though, Billy kept catching them, mostly little ones. Kathy and I were happy. Our sex life was as good as can be expected under the circumstances, I could manage a pretty good session about once a week or so. I did wonder about that, Kathy was so young and I guess I just assumed she needed more than I could manage. I even asked her about that rather pointedly one day, she just hugged me and smiled, telling me I was more man than she had ever known. I had just had my face buried between her legs, sliding my tongue up and over her. That was fun, her lips were prominent anyway and just got fatter and fatter until she let out a high pitched squeal and her hips bucked up and down. That was a pretty powerful orgasm for her, I watched her stomach muscles jump over and over, out of control. As she subsided, I reached up and traced my fingers lightly down her abdomen as she lay back covered with a sheen of sweat. Then she grinned at me, leaned forward and returned the favor, doing things that for her were a first. She actually got about half of my six inches into her mouth, then not being sure what to do she had clamped down with her lips and sucked hard. That did it for me and I let fly. I expected her to jump up and run for the sink but she didn't, she just kept on sucking. Kathy actually delighted in the taste. That was fine with me, I sure did delight in the taste of her. I was a little bit surprised when she mentioned that she had never done that before, not even with her ex husband Bill. Even though her comment about me being more man than she ever knew made me feel good, still I wondered if it was enough. The real truth is we were happy being together and enjoying life, sex was just a bonus, a weekly event most of the time. Oral sex was new to Kathy and she had discovered that she delighted in it, so after that she spent a lot of time playing with me. I didn't mind that one bit, either. Things became more frequent than weekly, and the times my old body just didn't have the energy to get up and going, we managed anyway. My weight dropped and my little pot belly snugged right up, too. They say that exercise helps the love muscle, I have to say I think that is true. Her ex husband Bill came around from time to time to visit with his kids. The two kids both loved him and piled into his arms the instant he showed up. Somehow that always made me feel good, Bill's touch was gentle and he was good to both of them. I had figured there might be more trouble. After all, the very first time I had seen Bill, I had kicked him in the crotch and slapped his face so hard it had bloodied him. He had been tormenting Kathy, and came into the bar where she worked, in a total rage from hearing the stories around town about Kathy and I. Bill was a pretty big boy, but he was also drunk and in horrible shape, lucky for me. That seemed to have some kind of a sobering effect on him. He never made any snide comments, in fact he always shook my hand when he showed up. Plus he had stopped the drinking, and the child support check went to the court regular as clockwork. Kathy had forced him to pay, so he got his paycheck attached of course. I had expected there to be problems about too that but there wasn't, in fact, Bill had cleaned up and was always on his best behavior. I could see that he was basically a good man that had just gotten into drinking and of course that nearly always leads to trouble. He even packed in overtime when he could at his job in the mill, that way he had extra money. He spent that on his kids, too, another surprise for me. Kathy told me about what had happened between them, how she had come home from work and caught her husband in bed with her friend. They were both drunk and had simply fallen asleep afterwards. She also told me about the arguments over drinking, and how Bill had slapped her a few times until she just could not take any more. Even after their divorce, he had made her life miserable. I had seen some of that the day he came storming into the bar where she worked, ready to fight someone, anyone. Kathy and I had only had a few meals together, some walks and talks up until then. Nothing other than that had gone on. Just an old man enjoying time with a young lady, a grandfather figure in her life I guess. One Old Man and a Barmaid Ch. 02 That is all it was to me at the time, anyway. But that can cause stories, of course in a small town they got back to Bill in no time. He had turned to me, ready to fight. Maybe it was my dropping him that did it, or perhaps the discussion outside with a couple of regulars in the bar that changed him back, I don't know. Sober, Bill seemed to be a pretty nice guy, and an attentive father to his kids. One day Bill called and asked if he could come out for a visit. It was off schedule but I didn't mind and neither did Kathy. He arrived with some toy balls and he and the kids played out in the yard until both of them began to show signs of needing a nap. I was watching some show on the history channel when they came in. That was a bit different, Bill seldom actually came into the house. His visits were usually outside playing with his kids or they would take off to the ice cream shop or something like that. I noticed he had really slimmed down, got himself into better shape. I asked him if he wanted some tea, Kathy had some kind of black tea she made for me. At first she almost had to force me to drink the stuff but I got used to it and now I liked it. I called out to her, asking if she could bring some. She came into the living room, not realizing Bill was standing there. All she had on was one of my T-shirts, obviously naked underneath. "Oh, sorry." She said, quickly turning to leave. I thought that was funny considering they did have two kids together. Then I spotted the expression on Bill's face, he didn't like the idea of Kathy being partly dressed with me in the room one bit. But hell, we were living together. So I knew there was an undercurrent of resentment going on. Kathy came back out wearing jeans and a blouse, she poured us some tea, then left to get the kids to bed. Bill sat down, took a sip and screwed up his face. I laughed, it was the same reaction I had had the first time. "I don't know how you drink this stuff." He said, sitting the cup down carefully on a coaster. My house now had those coasters on every coffee table, Kathy spent quite a bit of time training me to use them. But then my entire house was neat as a pin, everything was always where it should be. "There are some things I want to know, Dan." I just nodded. "Kathy and I had two our kids together, and we did love each other." "I figured that." "We hooked up in high school, it always was just us, together for years." I gave another nod. "I really fucked things up, I got to drinking and one thing led to another. Then we were always fighting." I took a sip of my tea, I had a feeling I knew where this was going. "What I am saying is I know you have been real good to her, but I want my wife back." "I can understand that, Kathy is a fine woman and deserves to be treated well. But she is also grown up, and she can make her own choices." I told him. "Yes. I really messed up. But you have already lasted...." He realized what he was about to say and let the sentence break off. "That's true, I have already lasted a year longer than they said I would." I took another sip of my tea. "You guys sleep together, don't you? Kathy has never said, but I assumed...?" I didn't answer him, I figured that was none of his business. "I am going to ask her to come back to me." He told me flatly. "Ask away." I told him. "You won't mind?" "That doesn't matter. Kathy can decide for herself." He got up, damned if he didn't come over and shake my hand. I sat there thinking as I heard his car start and head off down my driveway. There seemed to be several people waiting for me to die. That struck me as funny, I started laughing. Kathy came in, looked at me still laughing. "What's so funny?" She asked. "Bill was telling me he still loves you. He actually asked my permission to talk to you about that." "Oh. Yes, I know he does." "Two kids together mean a lot, honey." "I know that too. Bill has been nice lately, a lot like he was when we...." "So what are you thinking?" She came over and slid into my lap, let her fingers slip inside my shirt. "I am thinking the kids are both asleep." She grinned, nuzzling my neck. I guessed Bill would just have to wait his turn. I also suspected there was trouble brewing. Two weeks later I found out I was right. Kathy sat cuddled up with me on the couch, we were watching a chick flick on TV. "Danny, I have something to tell you." "Here it comes." I thought. Kathy would be better off back with Bill, they were both young and could have a lifetime together. It would be important to the kids, too, they would be better off. I had no idea how much time I had to offer her, I was already on borrowed time. All of that had been in my mind for a few weeks now, anyway. "What's that, honey?" "I am pregnant." Now that is something that just never crossed my mind. The last 40 years with Dotty it had not been a concern. I should have thought of that, I just didn't. I pulled her close, hugged her. "What are we going to do?" She asked. "We have lots of room." I told her with a smile. "Really? You aren't unhappy?" "Quite the opposite, I am tickled pink!" I reached down and rubbed her stomach, still flat as a board. "I guess my old cannon was loaded after all!" I wisecracked. Kathy giggled, then snuggled up as close as she could get. I held her happily, hell, I was a bit proud of myself. Besides, now I really had a good reason to stick around. "Plus now I have the perfect excuse to ask you something, Hon." I told her. "What's that, Danny?" Her eyes were already damp, I think she knew. "Will you marry this old coot?" "Yep! Sure will!" She snuggled up even tighter, kissed me. In the back of my mind I knew that there were some others that weren't going to be happy about that. One Old Man and a Barmaid Ch. 03 {I was watching Danny write his stories, he spends a lot of time doing that on the computor. I asked him what he was doing and he said he was writing about me so I got up and peeked over his shoulder. Then he sat me down in his chair and let me read some of them. I realized that Danny can be naughty when he feels like it, but I guess I knew that considering some of the things he has done to me. I had to laugh, some of the stories I don't know where he came up with the stuff, it isn't him at all. But some of it actually is him. I know he was in a wheelchair for a long time, and I know he was in a war once. I can see bits and pieces of truth mixed in a lot of them. Then he told me to write my part. I don't know how to and never have but he talked me into it, so here goes. We cheated a little bit, Danny helped me some, so if any words are mispelled then he did those...:)..} ______________________________________ "Just write like you talk, that is all there is to it." He grinned at me. Then he reached down inside the armholes of my T-shirt and fiddled with me, telling me he was going to get me all excited so I would write some really really nasty stuff. Sure, like I know how to do that. I do know what to do when Danny starts playing with my boobs, though. He knows that drives me crazy. So it was a whole hour before I got back out here. lol. He had spent the whole time doing that thing he does with one finger while licking me so I was still trembling a little bit. Then Danny left, I know he then sneaked outside to take a puff of his cigar. He thinks I don't know but as long as it's just one each day I pretend to not notice. I didn't even really meet Danny that first day at the bar, he was just a customer. My head was full of all of the mess, my husband Bill had cheated on me and was hounding me, following me around all the time. That was bad enough but he refused to pay anything to help Billy or Sara so we were forced to go to Mom to get by. I got the job tending bar but even though it was only 4 days a week, that helped. Danny heard me talking to Bill on the phone and I guess he knew I couldn't make all the rent, so he put some money down as a tip and just left. What kind of man would do that? I didn't know but I was all excited, I even had 60 dollars left over to go buy food with. I had been feeding my kids noodles and cheese, and making pancakes, I even scrubbed the potatos real good and fed them the peelings since I knew the peeling had good nutrients. I was worried about that but it was all I could do. Mom tried to help but she is disabled and on SSI, which isn't much. My kids were sleeping on her couch and I was sleeping on the floor. A few days later I saw Danny sitting there so I went over to talk to him. To be honest I was thinking he had money and he was generous, and I had two kids and needed money. Maybe I was hoping for a sugar daddy? I really am not sure, but I know to feed Billy and Sara I would do absolutely anything at all. It had even crossed my mind that if I had to, I actually would try to sell the only thing I had left. Our town was so small and there was no way to do that without everyone knowing, but the old man was a stranger so maybe? I guess I should be honest, I was actually thinking that maybe this old man wanted to pay for some young sex, and I was almost resigned to give it to him if things worked out that way. But Danny and I just talked, visited. He was interesting, funny, he made me laugh so hard I got tears in my eyes. He told me stories about the town and the old bar, things that had happened years before. I don't know why, but I asked him to have dinner with me, I even told him I would pay although that probably would have meant Taco Bell. Of course he would not let me pay, I think I had figured on that, too. Terrible of me, isn't it, but that is what happened. We became friends, just like that. I really looked forward to seeing him. He would come in and sit at the bar, order coffee. Out would come those glasses, he stuck them right on the tip of his nose. He watched me work, that silly grin on his face that made him look like he was up to something all the time. I found myself hurrying to serve drinks to others so I could get back to where he was and talk. Then Bill came in all mad and drunk. He was really mad because I had filed papers with the court to make him help with the kids, and he was madder because someone had told him stories about me seeing Danny. I can just imagine what those stories were, too. The truth is that up until then I had been in bed with just three man and one was Bill. The other two were guys I met at work after we divorced, and they asked me out. I got a little bit drunk one night after I got off shift and let one man take me home. He took off my clothes and then he was on top of me and then he was right back off and done. I didn't go out with him any more after that. The other guy was weeks later, he seemed nice and after a few dates I ended up in his bed, too. He did stick his face down between my legs and almost chewed pieces off of me, I didn't like that. Then I did it with him, too, but he was so small I almost couldn't feel anything. I wasn't drunk that time, it just happened. I don't know why with either one of them, there was just nothing there. I mostly felt lonely, I guess. Bill found out about both of them and we had a terrible fight. But he was always accusing me anyway, when we were together if I was gone 15 minutes too long shopping he would yell at me and demand to know who I had been with. This time when Bill stormed into the bar he yelled at me, wanting to know who the old bastard was I had been fucking. He was loud and everybody was looking at us. {I guess I can say the bad words here? Danny just laughed at me, told me to leave them in. It feels funny to say words like that, even typing them down.} Anyway, Bill turned to Danny and stepped his way, I was just reaching for the phone to call the police. I was terrified that Bill would hurt Danny and Danny had done nothing at all. I found out I didn't need to worry, Bill was bigger than Danny but that turned out to not matter. I didn't see exactly what happened but Bill was on the floor, then Jerry and Carl came over and helped him outside. They were a couple of regulars, actually Jerry was the last guy I had gone home with. They both acted like it was their job to protect us when they were there. Bill didn't come into the bar after that. I was furious with Bill. How could he create a scene at my work, I needed the job so bad. He had accused me of having sex with Danny, too. But Danny was older, he looked to be at least 60 or maybe more, the idea had never even crossed my mind except right at first when I was thinking of..selling myself. That's hard to say, too, that I would or could actually get that far down. Like I said, for my kids I would do anything at all. But now it did cross my mind. I served Danny some more coffee, grinned at him and told him I really would like to. I even batted my eyes at him shamelessly. That just popped out of me on the spur of the moment, I guess maybe I was teasing him. Danny knew what I meant and looked at me in surprise, then he just smiled back. Even while I am thinking about that, writing it down I don't know what made me decide. Maybe I was mad at Bill? I do know it had been a long time since I had sex, months in fact. I really liked Danny, but he was like..a grandpa to me? The idea felt really weird. I think I expected Danny to maybe pat my hand and turn me down, something like that? He didn't. Instead, he grinned at me and I knew right then that I had started something. I almost chickened out, I got to Danny's driveway and sat there with the engine running for about 15 minutes. Then I was driving up to his house. Danny knew I was nervous, but he kissed me, we sat on his couch and talked. He put his arm around me and that felt nice, I leaned into him, feeling so comfortable. He kissed me some more and next he was making love to me. I started out just letting him but he was doing things to me that I could not even do to myself. For the very first time in my life I found myself completely and totally seduced, Danny took me a place where he could do anything he wanted to. He slid my panties down, taking his time. I lay there gasping, he had nuzzled my neck and teased my earlobes with his tongue. His hands stroked my hip, then tickled traces across my stomach and up to my breasts. I still had on a bra, he tripped that, then with one hand he rolled my nipple lightly while teasing the other with his lips. I began to feel sensations that made my head swim. He lay me back on his bed, tucking a soft pillow behind my head. Then he began to explore my body, he wanted to see and touch every part of me. Finally he was undressed too, we lay and rubbed against each other until I could no longer stand it. I opened my legs and told him to hurry up, I was so flooded and wet I was going crazy. My body let go the instant he pressed inside and just kept right on going. Afterwards we lay there holding each other, I was filled with a need to explore him so I reached out and took his soft penis in my hands. I rolled it between my palms, felt and lifted each one of his testicles. Then he started to erect again, it grew magically in my hands and he entered me again. The strokes were so slow, we moved together, my hips mashing up against him each time. The waves this time came crashingly slow and went on for an impossibly long time. Danny now owned me, my body. I was his to do anything he wanted to and I knew it. I had no idea sex could be like that, feel like that. I did not see Danny as an old man anymore. It wasn't the fumbling around in cars, or being pressed back and entered like I knew with Bill, it was something sweet and gentle and so explosive. I had read and heard of vaginal orgasms, I am pretty sure that was my first one. Oh, hell, I know it was my first one and I have had a lot of them since. I went to work the next day, all I could think of was Danny. I kept looking at the door, wanting him to come in. I finally called him just before I got off work, I wanted to hear his voice. But instead of chatting I asked him if I could come out. I guess I had no shame at all. I had already thrown myself at him, let him have me. It was way more than just letting him, that was what sex was before I met Danny. Now I was asking, wanting some more. I wanted him to take me, fuck me, play with me, do all of those things again, over and over and over. I wanted desperately to do the same to him, I was a total wanton bitch and in heat. He told me to bring the kids, just like that. Danny wanted me, and all of me, the kids too. That surprised me, but that is exactly what I did. A few visits, a few dates if they can even be called actually dates, and one time in his bed and suddenly we were a couple. The second time in his bed was even better than the first one. I know, that is not possible, but he leaned down and pressed his lips to me, then he slid one finger inside and did some kind of stroking upwards while sliding his tongue over me. Again I found myself completely lost in that moment, I came very close to passing out. Somewhere in there I changed from a woman with a man I liked to completely lost in love for him. I introduced Danny to my Mom, she threw a bit of a fit but I refused to take any of her advice. All I knew was Danny had a nice big house, he was wonderful to me and I loved the way he held me and touched me. I realized I had fallen hopelessly in love with him. There was the part about the big house and he had money, too. I had two kids and that mattered, I can't deny that it didn't enter into it. Then he told me what his doctor had said, and I cried again at that. But I started changing things. I did the shopping so it was fresh fruits, vegetables, different types of tea, grape juice. I even cooked meat once in awhile or he would sneak off to town for a hamburger, and he had those damned cigars that he pretended to hide from me and I pretended to not know about. In just a few short months Danny slimmed down, he looked better and seemed stronger. Then we got the news that he was in remission, there was no change from the tests a couple of months before. I was so happy I sat and cried like a baby again. My ex-husband Bill seemed to straighten up his act, he quit drinking. The child support checks came in from the State regular as clockwork. I saw all of that, I knew what Bill was thinking. He was trying hard to win me back. Once he called and asked me to join him for dinner, using the excuse of wanting to talk about our kids. I told Danny and he didn't even react but I think he knew. Bill of course used the dinner to talk to me about coming home to him. I just told him I was sorry, but I was already home. I saw that familiar flash of anger in his eyes again, but he covered that up instantly. I knew right then that Bill the way he was was still in there. Danny and I had been living together for months, I was completely happy and he seemed happy too. But he always was anyway. Then I woke up one morning feeling ill, and I noticed my breasts were tender. I knew. I went to work early one day and saw the Doctor and he confirmed what I already knew. We had a long talk, my doctor knew about Danny of course, everyone knew everything about everybody around here. The doctor asked me if I was prepared for the inevitable, because one day I would be alone again with three children instead of two. I told him I knew all about that, and we were going to just make the most of every minute we had together. "You are one fine woman." He told me, patting my shoulder. I don't know about that part, I just knew I was really happy for the first time in my life. I was also worried, I was afraid that Danny wouldn't like this. He was 66 years old, and having children at that age isn't something someone normally does. I told him, not completely sure what his reaction would be. Danny was tickled, he rubbed my tummy like he was trying to feel his baby, then he took me into the bedroom and made my eyes cross. I know one thing for a fact, any woman that would turn down a nice older man just because he is older has rocks in their heads. Danny maybe can't go on and on like young men do but lord does he know what yanks my chain. Of course there were some problems. Mom was upset, telling me she didn't think it was a good idea because our child would grow up without a father. I told her that a few months or years of happiness was worth way more than a lifetime of misery and she never brought that up again. Bill? Sadly, he went back to drinking. I felt guilty for awhile over that, but Danny explained that I didn't make him do it, it was something he made his own decisions about. Bill did wreck his car, just a mile from the end of our driveway. He ran off the road and into the bay, broke his arm. He also got arrested. I worried about that, mostly because I had no idea what he was doing way out by our driveway anyway. Spying on us, maybe? Then there was Danny's daughter, Michelle. She actually made the comment that she wasn't sure that Danny could take care of his own affairs and she said that right in front of Danny. I knew exactly what she was thinking. My instinct was to go scratch her eyes out but I did just like Danny did and refused to react. She made it obvious that she hated me, and to tell the truth I didn't like her very much either. It sure made for a houseful when they came over, the four of them and the four of us filled up the big house pretty well. Michelle also hunted around in the cabinets looking for something to drink, she was really unhappy when she found nothing but fruit juice. Danny looked at me and grinned, I grinned right back. Then Danny told Michelle that the stock market had been really bad and he had lost huge amounts, but with his Social Security he would be all right and she had no need to worry about him. I had to get up and go hide in the bathroom, the look on her face was priceless. Danny said that to her with a completely straight face, too. They finally left, Danny sat next to me and rubbed my now bulging tummy and grinned. He didn't even mention her, either. I had the baby in October, and on the 23rd. Danny's birthday was the 24th. He called her his early birthday present. Plus he sat there the whole time, wanting to watch. He said they wouldn't let him the first time with his son, plus that had been a C-section. I did just fine, it was about 8 hours of struggle but I was used to it. Poor Danny though, that was funny. He did hold his ground but I could see he wanted to run. After it was over I looked at him and he was soaked in sweat, the nurse even went over and dabbed his forehead. "God, that was intense." Was all he said, holding her and grinning. His eyes were damp, too. Our little Dana was just over 9 pounds, a full head of hair, all of her fingers and toes. Danny wanted to call her Katey but I wanted Dana and we settled on Danielle Kathren so I got my way. We brought her home and things settled down. Danny told me I could quit my job, we were married now. We did that quietly before the local judge, I saw the smile on his face as he looked first at Danny and then at me. It took him a few seconds to realize that it wasn't my Mom Danny was marrying, it was me. My Mom was our witness. That night when we got home from the hospital Danny got out a camera and took a bunch of photos of me. He said he wanted to get some of my big fat titties before they went back to being speed bumps, I took a fake swipe at him for that. He got some dandy shots, too, plus he insisted on some with my legs spread, showing everything since they had shaved me at the hospital. Nobody had ever taken my picture like that before, that was naughty and fun. One serious part, Danny told me he was leaving the ranch to me and the kids. I knew now about the accounts he had set up for the kid's college funds, now there were 5 of them and that was a lot of money. It also meant that he didn't have a lot of money left now. I don't care, we have enough. I did ask him what the hell was I supposed to do with 300 acres of trees? "Those are trees, they know what to do." He told me, the same thing he had told my Mom once when she asked. There isn't much more to tell really. I live with a man that is 40 years older than me and he is the best thing that ever happened to me, except for maybe my 3 kids. Our little Danielle (I said I would get my way on that) is up and running around, banging into things. She is so pretty, Danny and I were meant to have her. Some days Danny sits in the living room, a blanket tucked around him. I see the signs, life is always headed just one direction. It is one day at a time. And every single day is a gift.