Storiesonline.net ------- Millie by JimWar Copyright© 2006 by JimWar ------- Description: This is a love story between a young woman and an older man. Several of the incidents in the story are true. I'll leave it to your imagination to figure out which ones. This is not a stroke story although there is some sex at the end. I appreciate the suggestions and editing help provided by Naked Sailor. The story is much more readable after his fine work. Codes: MF slow rom cons mastrb ------- ------- Please remember that this is only fiction, and has no basis in fact. If you live in a political unit that forbids someone that is your age to read explicit materials, then you should obey the law of course. If you are under 18 and read this, please don't write me your opinion of the story. The reason is that I don't want to correspond with someone below the age of consent in my state, Florida, even though you have just as much right to your opinion as I do. Otherwise I would love to hear from you. ------- Chapter 1 I was mowing my grass in the front yard of my home, a typical Florida panhandle subdivision when I heard a screech from across the cul-de-sac. Looking up with my sweat filled eyes I could see smoke coming from the garage across the street. Ignoring my weary 57 year-old body's fatigue I ran towards the smoke, coming from a car in that garage. I knew that smoke and cars and garages were not safe combinations but other than that had no idea of what was happening. When I got to the garage I saw a petite woman, 20-ish, attractive with a slight athletic build struggling in the driver's seat. Smoke was issuing forth from the dash in front of her, the key was in the ignition, and she was stuck in her seat. Her dress was caught in her seat belt locking mechanism, jamming it shut. She was in a panic and instead of trying to force the button on the seat belt was yanking on the strap. The driver's door was open and I had better access to the buckle mechanism so I told her to stop and used my thumb to force the latch. Using all of my leverage it popped and then I managed to force the latch apart. As soon as the belt was free she jumped out of the truck. As she was jumping the airbag deployed catapulting her into my arms with enough force to knock me to the cement floor. As my head banged the cement floor it was lights out. Everything was blurry and a mass of light as my mind struggled to come to grips with reality. It seemed as if everyone was spinning and the bile in my stomach was rising as my head felt lighter and lighter. Snippets of conversation joined together to make no sense in my head. It was like I was in the middle of a group of women in a department store during a 50% off sale, total bedlam. Closing my eyes tightly I tried to refocus, first on the voices, and then squinting on the faces. The first thing I noticed clearly was that I had something on my face. I later found out it was an oxygen mask. At the time it seemed like it was keeping me from breathing and I struggled to remove it. As I did I noticed that my hands were as woozy as my head felt and my hands moved but not up to the mask on my face, rather they seemed to wave around in the air. The next thing that came into focus was a face that I didn't recognize at all. It was a black face with aviator sunglasses. The eyes were intently staring at my face, to the point that they made me extremely self-conscious. At this point I didn't have the wherewithal to determine that it was a paramedic trying to stabilize me for transport to the hospital. The first distinct words I made out were his when he said, "He's coming around. Back up and give us room." Looking beyond him I could see a crowd of people. There were far more people than those few that I knew from my street. They were all staring at me and I was confused as to why. It seemed important at the time, something that I should remember but I couldn't. I couldn't remember anything, nothing. In fact, saying that there were more people than I could remember from my street was a misstatement because at that moment I recognized no one. I panicked. Not knowing why I was strapped down, not knowing who these people were, not knowing who I was bothered me. I don't know why it bothered me, but it did. At that moment I think I would have been better off being picked up by aliens and put onboard a spacecraft than I was onboard that gurney surrounded by people I didn't know or, more accurately, remember and not knowing who I was. I freaked. I started struggling violently against the straps as if I was having a seizure of some type. I was shouting through my mask at the top of my lungs, "Leave me alone!! Let me up!! Let me go!!" over and over. 'The paramedic, I later found out his name was Alex, decided to medicate me to prevent me from hurting myself but had to get help to restrain me until the medicine took effect. My struggle ended as I blacked out again. The next time I awoke I was in the hospital. I opened my eyes and it was dark. I could tell it was during the night, but had no idea what time it was. Again my mind was foggy but this time it may have had to do with the relaxing atmosphere of the hospital because I knew who I was. I also remembered what had happened and had a good idea as to why I was here. It was at this point that I started to put all of what had happened together in my mind. I was still somewhat confused, still had some questions, but at least I had a general picture of all that had happened so far. As I woke up I also realized three things. One was that I was in some pain. The back of my head was bandaged and I could feel a low level background headache. Beyond that there was something restraining my chest, feet and arms to the bed. Finally I noticed that there was someone in the room but I couldn't turn my head because of the headache and bandage to see who it was. As I thought it might be a nurse so I tried to say, 'Hello.' That was when I realized that my throat was dried out to the point that I couldn't speak. Swallowing several times to moisten my throat, I tried again, "Hello." This time I heard the words and there was some response. The response was from a petite, blue-eyed young woman who gracefully moved into my view. She wasn't smiling, rather wore a look of genuine concern on her face. She looked at me as if she knew me but I was sure that we had never met. As my gaze traveled up from her eyes to her hair, I realized that this was my neighbor that I had pulled from the car. Her two-toned hair, dark auburn with heavy blonde highlights across both sides of the front was uncommon enough to make me sure of her identity. Her left arm was in a sling, letting me know that she had not come away from the incident unscathed. I tried to speak again but the dryness had returned to my voice and I found I could say nothing. I felt embarrassed by this lack of being able to communicate and I tried to say 'water, ' mouthing the word several times with only a rough sandpaper-like whisper issuing forth. Understanding the pleading in my eyes she suddenly left the room. At that moment I was sure that she had left for good and felt bad that my scratchy voice had scared her off. My torment was short-lived as she returned after only a few moments with a Styrofoam cup, containing chipped ice, water and a bent straw. She was nervous about what to do with the cup, as I was laying almost flat, so I made an extraordinary effort and turned my head as far to the side as I could. Seeing this she moved the cup and held the straw so I could take a sip. The water was cold and felt good on my parched throat. For the next few moments all I concentrated on was her fingers, holding the cup and straw, and sipping the fluid that seemed to be so refreshing. As soon as I released the straw with my lips, she moved the cup away and said the first words since her frantic pleas from the front seat of her car. I could hear the smile in the one word question "Better?" even though I was still staring at her fingers. She put the cup down, reinserted her arm into the sling, moved a folding chair next to the bed and sat down before she spoke again. The next thing she said was "I thought that it would be better if I sat down here so you wouldn't have to keep moving your head." I tried to nod my head in response but realized that it didn't move easily. I tried again and said "Thank you for being here when I woke up," this time having no difficulty getting my words out. She laughed and then said, "I'm sorry. The thought of you thanking me, after everything you did for me and then getting hurt like you did, that was too funny." Her laugh was like her hair, unusual. I felt that I had another way I could pick her out of a crowd if need be. Describing her laugh is not easy. It was melodious, sounding alto but then seeming to almost ascend to a low soprano as if each note of her laughter issued forth. It seemed natural from her, but for someone trying to imitate it, it would take a lot of practice. It made me smile to hear it. After smiling, I replied something to the effect that it was my pleasure, then laughed myself at how stupid that sounded. After thinking about it I said, "Given the chance, I would do it all over again. Of course if I did it over again, I hope I wouldn't be so clumsy that I end up in the hospital again." "You weren't clumsy at all. The paramedic told me if you hadn't been pulling me away when the bag went off, I would probably have had my neck broken. He said he has seen and read about the airbag breaking the neck of short petite women because we sit so close to the steering wheel. He said that most likely, I owe you my life. So, you see, I owe you my thanks, not the other way around." "I'm glad I was there. It was obviously worth whatever lump I got. I was so disoriented afterwards. I think I remember being a very bad patient. My only excuse was that I woke up, didn't even know where I was, who I was with and why I couldn't move. I panicked. I was much more scared then than before." She replied, "The paramedic said he had seen that reaction before with head injuries. He said that it was good that you had enough mobility to be able to swing wildly like that. He also said that in many cases the memory temporarily shuts down and that people have told him later that it is the scariest feeling one can imagine." "Thank you for being here when I woke up. It was nice being able to understand all of what happened. In case you haven't found out I'm Jim Sanborne, your neighbor from across the street. I didn't have a chance to get your name the last time we met. We were both too busy for introductions." "It was the least I could do after you saved my life and got hurt doing it. My name is Millie, Millie Wicker. I am so glad you happened to be out cutting your grass. My boyfriend put your mower away and closed up your house. He would be here to thank you himself, but he had a flight scheduled this afternoon. He's a flight instructor at the Naval Air Station and if I had been the one lying in the bed, he would probably still have made his flight." The last bit was said with a touch of bitterness. "I was in Naval Aviation for 22 years, so I know all about that 'can-do attitude.' The training command, especially, is full of it. You need to understand that the difference between a top-5 fitrep (fitness report) and being an also ran, may be whether or not he makes all of his flights. Being in the training command for a tour makes it hard enough for him to get promoted, so he can't afford to be in the training command and be anything less than top tier." I felt suddenly tired, as if the flow of words had taken all of my energy. "I'm not trying to make excuses for your boyfriend, just telling you that his actions are what you would normally see from someone in his position." I smiled weakly. "What time is it anyway?" "It's 8:40. I probably would have gone home, but my car is really broken now. Ken told me to wait here and he would pick me up after his flight at 10. I felt I needed to say something to you, after all you did, so I decided to wait in your room, in the hope that you would wake up. I hope you don't mind." Before I could answer, the door opened and a nurse came pushing some piece of electronic technology on wheels. She asked Millie to step out for a moment. Then she said, "Mr. Sanborne, I'm glad you're finally awake. I wasn't here when you were brought in but I have to admit that your chart is unusual. Normally we don't have a patient restrained, at least not on this floor. I was told as long as you awoke lucid and understood who you are that I could remove your restraints. I stood outside the door long enough to believe that to be the case. There is also the need to complete your paperwork but that can wait 'til in the morning." After saying all of this she began to loosen buckles and remove restraints. As she worked she told me that my chart said that they would release me in the morning if all my signs were normal, which they were at that moment. After taking my blood pressure, pulse, temperature and blood oxygen. She asked me if I needed to go to the rest room, which I did. She helped me sit up on the bed and waited until I went to the restroom and then made sure I was in bed. I found out her name was Nora from her name tag, and she was very professional. She told me that my daughter could stay until 10 PM, the end of family visiting hours and I didn't tell her that Millie wasn't my daughter. As soon as she left Millie came back in and sat down. She noticed the smiling look that I was giving her and guessed the reason without me saying anything. She said, "Well, they weren't going to let me come in here. Told me that regular visiting hours were over at six and that only immediate family members were allowed on the floor after that. I explained that I was your daughter and that I had come all the way from Crestview. Anyway, here I am. Sorry." I laughed and said, "Nothing to be sorry for daughter. You're a little to old for me to turn you over my knee and give you a spanking for that fib, besides, I really am glad that you are here. I'm just glad that my real daughter didn't show up. She would have really been surprised." After that Millie wanted to know if she should call her and let her know in case she tried to reach me or something and I explained that she lived in Oregon now and only called on the weekend unless there was an emergency, which I was convinced this wasn't. We chatted about things, found out that we had a lot in common. It was a pleasant evening and soon it was 10 and she left when her boyfriend arrived to pick her up. I went to sleep and was awakened every hour, when Nora and her replacement came to take my vital signs, every hour, all night. You certainly would never go to the hospital to rest, that is for sure. Tired and cranky, I went home the next morning and resumed my normal life. ------- Chapter 2 The next time I saw Millie was three days later when she was cutting her grass. Cutting grass right is work but watching Millie cut grass is a pleasure. She was wearing a pair of tight purple short-shorts, a black sports bra and a pair of tennis shoes. She worked fast behind a gas powered push mower. I was going to finish my edging and stuff and blow off the driveway when I saw her. She didn't see me, she was fully focused on what she was doing. Her arm was out of the sling, which surprised me. Okay, I was going to finish my edging but I ended up watching Millie and pretended to be working on the line feed on my string trimmer. God she was beautiful and fit too. Damn I thought, Flyboy sure is a lucky guy. I started to go over there, but waited to see how long it would take her to notice that she had an audience of one. She never noticed until she was finished and ready to put up the mower. When she did notice, she waved. She waved and I waved and then I went back to the task at hand. She finished putting up her mower and then went into her house. I didn't blame her, it was hot and she had to be exhausted. I thought about her and thought about her almost perfect petite curves while I finished edging and trimming my grass. I finished edging and was almost finished trimming when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jumped, killed the trimmer and turned around to see a smiling Millie standing behind me. She had a bottle of water in her hand, which she gave me, and told me that I shouldn't be working so hard after a head injury. I smiled and took the water trying to think of something snappy in response. Not thinking of anything I drained half the bottle of water and told her thank you. I noticed that she was still wearing the sports bra and shorts combination. I also noticed that the sweat from her fast-paced cutting had completely soaked both. I also realized that these were actually more conservative than they looked across the street and looked to be some sort of a running outfit. I said, "That was some workout you were giving yourself with the mower a bit ago." Millie smiled, "I thought somebody was watching, actually I saw you out of the corner of my eye but when I start something I like to keep up the pace and get it done. I burn more energy that way and it's good exercise." I squinted up at the sun and said, "Well to be honest, you wore me out just watching you. At my age I have to take it a little slower. I like to finish something once I start but I've found out over the years that some things are better done slowly. Besides if I worked at your speed and used energy like you did I would end up in the hospital again. How about you and I take a load off, out back on my patio? I have some cold beer and a shady spot we can sit and talk if you want." She accepted and I hung my trimmer up in the garage and we went around through the gate to my pool area in the back. The pool is screened in and I have a patio set with umbrella, and a couple of lounge chairs that match around the pool. After picking up two beers from my mini-fridge I offered her one as I sat down on one of the lounge chairs. The beer was an "Ultra" beer and she looked at the label and smiled. Reacting to her smile I patted my slightly overweight belly and smiled back. She looked at me with surprise and said, "I didn't mean anything like that. I was just surprised that you drink the same beer that I do. I mean Rob teases me about drinking a flyweight beer as he calls it. I tell him he's a beer snob." "I take it that Flyboy is Rob?" I asked. "Yeah, that's him, but I don't want to talk about him. I get mad every time I think about him. He is so eaten up with his career. I don't think I will ever be as important to him as his precious career." "I see. Well it's a fact of military life. I mean you are either married to your career or you get passed over for someone who is. It's a hard life and I'm glad I'm away from it. It won't get any better for you. Here at least he can come home every night, when he gets assigned to sea duty he will be gone for six to nine months out of every year and like this when he is home. It doesn't make for a close family life." Millie said, "Sounds like you've been there. How did your wife stand it." I looked at her, remembering and said, "It was rough. I didn't realize how rough until I retired. It wore her out and I found out that we lost something during all that time that we never made up. When the cancer came it seemed like she didn't have the strength to continue on." Millie looked at me with concern and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know." "It's good to talk about it. We had a good life, just not the best life we could have had. It takes a strong woman to be a military wife and not all women have that type of strength. You are just getting started and you need to decide if that is what you want; if you love him enough to make the sacrifices you will have to make." Millie looked deep into my eyes and something unsaid passed between us. She finished her beer and looked at me smiling. "That pool looks nice. I love to swim. Maybe you could invite me over for a swim sometime. I guess I should get back now. Rob is coming home this afternoon and it wouldn't do for him to find me with a strange man." She winked at me during the last statement. "I'm sure that if I had a beautiful girl friend I would feel the same way. Feel free to come over any time you want to swim. I use the pool almost every day and it is really refreshing, especially after working in the yard." "I'll take you up on that. Thanks for everything, the beer, the conversation and the invite." She came over to me, stood on her tip toes, took hold of my shoulders and gave me a chaste kiss on my lips. Looking me in the eyes she said, "That was for saving my life and being so nice. I hope we can become good friends." Smooth tongued devil that I am, I replied, "Me too," and blushed, so much for being Mr. Cool. I watched her walk back towards her house, giving me a wave after she had crossed the street. I shut the gate and just stood there, smiling, running my fingers across my lips where her lips had been. The next time I saw Millie, she was with Rob working in their front yard. I was busy at the time weeding my front bed. Millie didn't notice me but when I looked over I noticed that Rob was staring at me. He waved and went back to putting mulch around his bushes. I thought it was strange that after all that had happened, he had never spoken to me. I mean, Millie had been profuse with her thanks but Rob had never said anything. It was unusual enough for me to think about it, which I did as I went back to my weeding. Over the next several weeks I saw Millie several times but we were each busy with our own yards, so other than coming and going or an occasional wave we were back to the way we were before everything happened. Then early one Friday morning, things changed again. I came out of the garage in my car intending to head to the grocers for my weekly shopping. I had my list and was watching out for neighborhood toddlers, who sometimes wandered out into the street. I backed into the street and glanced toward Rob and Millie's house before I pulled off. My mouth dropped as I saw Millie sitting in the grass near the curb with her face buried in her hands. I could hear that she was crying. I quickly pulled my car back into my garage and walked across the street. Millie didn't even seem to notice me as I approached her. In fact, she seemed oblivious to everything around her. I sat down in the grass next to her and put my arm across on her shoulder. She looked up at me and burst into tears. In between sobs she said, "I'm a mess aren't I?" Not knowing what to say I stood up and reached for her hands. Blinking back tears she took my outstretched hands. I helped her up although it appeared her legs were a bit unsteady. As soon as she was up she put her arms around me in a hug as if hanging onto something familiar and comfortable. I put one arm around her shoulder and ran my other hand through her hair trying to comfort her. Her crying subsided as we stood there holding on to each other. "Do you want to tell me about it?" I asked. "Yes, but can we go somewhere else. I have to get away from here. Please?" As she spoke she looked up at me, her eyes pleading with me to say yes. I took her hand and we walked across the street. We almost reached the curb when she pulled me back into the yard and reached down and picked up her purse. It was almost comical as she held tightly to my hand. As we got to my house I reached into my car to get my keys to unlock the door of my house. Again, she refused to let go of my hand, holding on tightly as if it were a lifeline for her. We went in through my utility room by the kitchen into my living room. I sat down on the couch and she sat down close to me, still holding onto my hand. I looked at her and said, "Before we get talking, would you like something to drink?" She shook her head no, then reconsidered. "Do you have anything strong?" "Sure, I have a well stocked bar. What is your pleasure?" I answered. "Anything, just make it strong. I think it will help calm me a bit," she said the last with the first hint of a smile I had seen. I worked my hand loose from hers and walked over to the sideboard in the dining room, reached inside and removed a half empty bottle of cognac and a large brandy snifter. I poured her a large drink and turned around to find her right behind me. I handed her the glass and walked back to the couch. I sat down and patted the couch next to me. She sat very close to me. I was not used to having an emotional and beautiful woman that close and it was beginning to make me a bit uncomfortable. I tried to hide my discomfort as I waited patiently for her to begin to talk. She took a large drink from the cognac, coughed and smiled at me. "Feel better," I asked. "Yes, you make me feel much better," she replied. "Do you want to talk about it or would you rather wait and talk to Rob about it? I asked. "That bastard, don't ever mention his name again. He tossed me out on the street like a bag of garbage. I don't even have a car any more. If I see him again I'll not be responsible for my actions. I hate him." After saying the last she was physically shaking. Still confused and not really believing it to be more than a lover's spat, I asked, "What happened? I mean, I thought you two were pretty serious." "I thought we were too. I started talking to him about the long-term, you know about our future and what it would be like. He had been drinking and he laughed at me. He asked me why I thought we had a future. Said he didn't think I would ever make a good Navy wife and that all I was good for was taking care of his house and his other needs. Then he grabbed at me and I ran out of the house." "I'm so ashamed. I thought he loved me. I shouldn't have quit my job and moved here from Panama City. The way he talked then, was so different. I thought he loved me when all he wanted was a housekeeper and a whore. I am so screwed. I don't know what to do now. I don't have a place to stay. I don't have a job. I don't have a car. He fucked me good," saying this she buried her head into my shoulder, wrapping me in her arms, almost dropping the brandy. I took the unfinished brandy from her hand, sat it down, and hugged her to me, just holding her. When she calmed back down a bit I said, "We'll figure out something. You're not alone. You have one good friend if no one else." After I said that she seemed to quiet down a bit. Things went better after that. I convinced her to move in with me while she figured out what to do. I went over to Rob's and told him that I was there to collect her clothes. Things were tense between us. Rob had continued to drink but he took me back to their bedroom and showed me her suitcases and the drawers and closet where most of her clothes were stored. She didn't have that much for a woman. She had some dresses and slacks in the closet. I was able to put the hang-up clothes over my shoulder and carry the two suitcases in one trip. Returning to my house I saw her peeking from behind the blinds and she opened the door for me as I carried her stuff in. She tried to take her suitcases but I walked on back to the spare bedroom and sat them on the bed. Seeing that I was going to move her into the spare room seemed to give her some of her dignity back. I hung her clothes in the empty closet and smiled at her. She began to open her suitcases and put her clothes in the chest of drawers in the room. I sat on the bed while she did that. She blushed as she moved her thong panties into the drawer. I think she was thinking that I had had to unpack them from the drawer across the street only minutes before. She blushed at me as she handled them. I got up and began to walk out to give her privacy to set up her room but she shook her head at me and said, "Stay, please." She was obviously thinking as she was unpacking, but she said nothing. I helped her fit the suitcases on the shelf in the closet and she quickly finished up. We left the bedroom and returned to the living room still silent. I felt like I needed to say something. Finally, I said, "Millie, you are welcome here as long as you want to stay. I don't have family living close by and I will really enjoy your company. You have your own bedroom and there is a bathroom next to it. My bedroom is on the other side of the house so you will have your privacy. I will respect your door if it is closed and I will be glad for your companionship when you feel like it. The other thing is that Rob is an asshole. Don't let him ruin your life because of what he said and did. Move on and leave him behind. It is definitely his loss and not yours. The important thing is what you feel about yourself and not what any guy says about you. You're a beautiful person both on the outside and on the inside where it counts." ------- Chapter 3 It took us a few days but we soon became comfortable living together. Well not exactly comfortable. I broke out an old pair of pajamas that I hadn't worn in years and wore them in the evening after dinner when I was out about the house. Millie, I think tried to shock me by wearing almost nothing. She usually wore a tee-shirt that almost covered her ass. If the tee-shirt rode up, which it often did, I found myself trying not to stare at a pair of thong panties that barely covered her in front and hid nothing in the back. The result was that I walked around with a constant hard-on and ended up jacking myself off more times in a day than I had as a teenager. I also took a cold shower every evening in order to sleep at night. Although we both had TVs in our bedrooms we chose to sit in the living room and read or talk most evenings, sometime watching TV together when a good movie was on. The swimming pool was well used both during the day and at night and my house was cleaner than it had ever been. Millie was a great cook and after a few days together I told her that I should pay her a salary, because she was working as both a housekeeper and a cook. She beamed a wonderful smile at me but refused the salary, saying that it was the least she could do to repay my kindnesses. I was the happiest that I had been since my wife died. I found myself hoping that she would stay with me forever but I realized that she was younger and needed more than an old man to look after. I got the name of the garage that they had taken her car to from a receipt she left sitting on the nightstand by her bed and drove over one morning while she was cleaning the kitchen. Her car was fixable but he hadn't started on it. I found out she had had a $1,000 deductible on her insurance and had told the owner that she was going to have to wait until she could get the money. I told him to fix it and gave him a check for the deductible. I gave him my number and asked him to call me when he finished. That night was the end of our first week living together. I decided to take her out to eat as I usually ate out once or twice a week anyway. After a week of her cooking I knew that we liked many of the same dishes. I knew she loved seafood and made reservations at a very nice restaurant that overlooked the water at Pensacola Beach. In the afternoon I told her about my plans for the evening. She acted upset that I hadn't given her more notice and started right away getting ready. She knew the place and like most places on Pensacola Beach it was business casual to beach casual, which meant anything goes. I had not planned to dress up, but after catching glimpses of her preparations decided that I had better be prepared myself. I had a nice summer suit and thought it would go nice with most of her dressier outfits that I had seen when I brought them over from Rob's. We had a wonderful evening. I was a little rusty on the dance floor but managed to get by without stepping on too many of her toes. I thought living with her for a week and a very cold shower beforehand would have dulled any physical reaction to holding her close to me, but I was very much mistaken. It was obvious during our first slow dance that she could feel my hardness through my trousers. Hell, I was lucky that the lights were dim or I would have been even more embarrassed. Millie said nothing about it and when I tried to sit out a later slow dance, she pulled me to my feet and then pulled me closer to her on the dance floor. She let me know that she knew the source of my embarrassment when she ground her pelvis into me during the dance. By the time we returned to our seats I was afraid that I might erupt in my pants. Not only that but my palms were sweaty and my knees were weak. When we finished the meal and left the dance floor for the last time to return to the car, we noticed a full moon shining over the warm gulf waters. She pulled my hand towards the water and we walked along the beach with the moon overhead shining on both the water and the white sands of the beach. She took her heels off and I carried them as we walked hand in hand along the beach. The sea breeze was warm and caressing. The smell of the salt air was invigorating. The presence of her small hand in mine sent a warm feeling up my arm that radiated through my entire body. It was a magical moment. Both of us felt it. Neither of us spoke, afraid to break the spell on the nearly deserted beach. Finally when we had almost walked out of beach I felt a tug on my arm and turned to walk the other way. Millie had stopped and was looking out to sea. I noticed that she had a far-away look in her eye. We stood there for a couple of minutes and finally she turned to me, as if she had come to a decision. She said, "Jim, before you say anything let me tell you that I have thought about this for the entire week." At that point I was panic stricken. I knew her next words were going to be that she was leaving me. The bile rose into my throat and my stomach twisted itself into a knot. I had known it would come but I had hoped that if she was happy enough she would stay longer than a week. At that moment I was a defeated man. Her being with me had shown me how empty my life had become and I knew I couldn't face that life again. My feelings must have shown through. She looked puzzled for a moment and then continued, "Jim, it's nothing bad. At least I hope you don't think it is bad. Jim, I love you. I have been happier this week with you than I can ever remember being. You are the type man that I had hoped Rob would turn out to be. You have given me space to get my life back together, without asking for anything in return. You allowed me room to think of what I wanted without any pressure or demands. I have thought long and hard about what I want and what I want is to be with you. Can I do that?" I was crying. I am not an uncaring person but I had cried only four other times in my adult life that I could remember. I cried when my youngest daughter caught pneumonia and almost died in the hospital. I cried when my mother and later my sister died in a horrible car crash on the interstate. Finally, when my wife's life was ended by cancer I had cried again. Tonight, I didn't know why but I was crying like a baby. I would like to say they were tears of joy, but they were more tears of thanks for the gift I had been given. A moment before I knew my life was ended and now my soul was soaring to the heavens. I dropped to my knees in the sand, weeping uncontrollably, hugging Millie close to me. I tried to talk but couldn't. At first the words wouldn't form. When I could think of the words my mouth was so dry I couldn't get them out. I struggled to my feet, almost dragging Millie down in the sand. I put my mouth close to her ear and managed to whisper a raspy "yes," that she could hear. After I regained my voice I sat in the sand, pulled her into my lap and told her of my love for her. As I drove home we were both very quiet. I kept glancing over at her in the passenger's seat and smiling. She would look at me and break into an even bigger smile. Each time this happened she tried to move closer to me. This was nearly impossible because of our seatbelts. I am not sure what she was feeling and I was very nervous about what might happen after we reached home. I knew Flyboy Rob had hurt her by telling her that his feelings for her were only physical. I wanted her to understand that my love went beyond the physical. For that reason I was determined to be gentle and patient with her. When we arrived home I found out that gentle and patient was not what Millie wanted. Almost before the car stopped she had unhooked her seat belt and launched herself at me. I quickly had my arms full of one passionate and determined young woman. I fought bravely and managed to make it in the door losing only my shirt. Silently but passionately, we moved towards my, correction our, bedroom, shedding clothing as we moved. Later, I found that she had been trying all week to get me to make a move on her but had been afraid to come right out and say anything since Rob had left her feelings in turmoil. By the time we reached my bed we were nearly naked. I cannot remember ever being so overwhelmed by my sexual feelings as I was at that moment. My cock was actually throbbing and my balls were so tight that they were painful. I had experienced 'blue balls' as a young man, but usually it was always due to prolonged periods of stimulation without release. This stimulation had been only momentary but it had been extremely intense. I knew that I couldn't last long but I knew I had to have immediate release. We reached the bed struggling to remove our remaining garments. Later we would make gentle love but this moment was more demonstrative of the intensity of our feelings. There was no need for further foreplay as the odor of Millie's sexual arousal was heavy in the air, stimulating us both to even quicker action. Her outer lips were opened, looking from my vantage like the opening of a beautiful deep red rose. Within seconds of my knees reaching that special place on the bed between her knees my cock was moving forward towards her opening. That initial frantic penetration was electric and announced by our simultaneous moans, almost in harmony. My knees weakened with the intensity of the experience almost buckling as I moved forward. I stopped moving, short of completing my first full stroke, hoping to delay my own cumming. Stopping was almost impossible because of my need for immediate release. Finally, I began to slowly move in and out. Almost before I began I felt the hot walls of Millie's pussy increase its grip on my cock. Without any apparent rhythm Millie's pussy began to convulse around my cock as Millie screamed her passion. This stimulation was more than I could stand and at almost the same moment I erupted again and again as I weakly continued to stroke in and out. As my own orgasm ended my knees completely gave out and I collapsed on top of Millie, immediately rolling to the side. I lay there feeling as if I had run a marathon, completely spent. As I recovered I turned to look at Millie. She was already facing me, smiling at me lovingly. With my remaining strength I scooted closer to her and our lips met with our heads still on the pillow. It was all the energy that either of us had and we slowly drifted off to sleep. ------- It has been a year since Millie moved in with me. Many things have changed since that night we declared and consummated our love for each other. The worries that I had about our apparent difference in age have been replaced with an understanding of how small such differences are when two people are in love. That love has grown with each passing day. We have surprisingly found that a 50-something guy can share quite a bit of common interest with a 20-something gal, when they are deeply in love. I encouraged and paid for Millie's studies at the local university. She started slowly but will become a full-time student in the fall. It took quite a bit of talk to convince Millie to allow me to pay for those classes, even though she knew how much I loved her. She finally agreed when she saw how happy I was to be able to provide for her. I don't think she understood how secure I was in my finances until she saw the size of the diamond on the engagement ring that I offered her while on my knee last night. Actually her tears kept her from clearly seeing the ring at first. I kidded her that she almost choked me trying to look at the ring and hug me at the same time. We have decided that we will marry during early summer next year before her summer break from school. That will give us time to take a long cruise for our honeymoon. I can hardly wait. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2006-09-26 Last Modified: 2008-03-18 / 11:16:47 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------