I’m old, not dead.
I’m old, not dead.
Ahh... the good old days when sex was spontaneous and great fun. I remember it well. Those days are gone but I’m still attracted to people of all shapes and sizes because I’m old, not dead.
Some of my friends post photos of handsome men with captions like, “Sharing to my girlfriends, you’re welcome!” but most of those guys do nothing for me. They’re handsome but they don’t have chest hair and they’re too lean for my taste. I’m physically attracted to the bad-boy type of man who could throw me over his shoulder and smack my ass as he carries me away to wonderland. It’s a fantasy, and it’s perfectly normal.
My husband is a proud veteran, and we attend regimental gatherings once or twice a year. It’s nice seeing the guys in their kilts and grey beards, but I was introduced to this one guy who still makes me blush. He was big, like a polar bear, and his voice was deep and captivating. He introduced his wife and teenage daughter, then set them on the sofa so he could mingle with his pals, drinking whisky and telling tales of their former glory.
Heat in my cheeks
While my husband was chatting away about battle scars and old bosses, I sat alone by fireplace when Mr. Polar decided to sit in the oversized chair next to me. I tried to stay calm as we both twisted in our seats to face each other, and I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and to my great surprise, a twitch from my Pearl.
He was a bit sloppy with his whisky breath, big, beautiful bushy beard, and protruding belly, but the way his pleated wool kilt draped between his enormous legs had Pearl wondering what was hiding under that heavy fabric. His horsehair and silver sporran* hung between his legs over the kilt, which just added to her excitement. In his booming brogue, he offered me a sip from his flask which I did not refuse. I don’t like whisky, but I swallowed like a champ and the sweetness of the eye candy made up for its nasty taste.
If felt obvious that I was swooning over this giant man, but nobody seemed to notice, not even our spouses. We chatted for a while then checked on our spouses and before long, the piper called us for dinner. I was grateful that our hot, steamy voltage exchange was broken because I was quite turned on and I could tell my panties showed evidence that Pearl was in good form despite her age.
The piper ushered us into the ballroom where Sam and I found our assigned seats. My discomfort was heightened when Mrs. Polar sat immediately to my right with her husband and daughter to her right. We exchanged pleasantries and there was a small part of my “girl code” ethic that wanted to confess my lusting after her husband. Of course I didn’t say anything, and it was innocent anyway.
Most of us had booked rooms for the night at the location, so we continued socialising after dinner. Everyone had formed small groups as the drinking and laughing continued, so I found a seat and just watched everyone enjoying themselves. Within minutes, Mr. Polar came and sat across from me. I was unnerved and twitching and stumbling over my words though he probably didn’t hear me anyway. I took another big swig of his flask, swallowing so hard I nearly spat the amber fluid in his face, and he chuckled to see me in distress as I tried to regain my composure.
Soon after, Mrs. Polar came to collect her smashed husband and guided his bulk out the door. Sam and I said our “goodnights” and went upstairs to our lovely estate room. We climbed into a comfortable king size bed, and I told him about my attraction to Mr. Polar. He chuckled and reassured me, “I saw you over there acting like a schoolgirl. I knew you’d be attracted to Polar.” He reminded me, “it’s a good thing they were playing the pipes and not the blues. We both know what happens to you during that combo.” and he laughed even harder and reached to grab my left tit for a soft squeeze. We spooned and both had a good night’s sleep.
He only came once a month
This kind of instant attraction has only happened once before. We had an accountant who’d come to the office and prepare our taxes and such. He only came once a month, but we enjoyed deep conversations and laughed a lot together. Neither one of us were happy in our marriages and one day he told me he was divorcing because she had done something cruel and unforgivable.
Some years later, I divorced as well and had a lovely apartment in a nearby seaside town. The Accountant asked me to join him at a local hall for a New Year’s Eve party and I agreed to go. I had never been on this sort of date before, so I was out of my comfort zone. I bought a two-piece dress for this momentous occasion. It was a black silk shift with a black and emerald sheer overdress and was pairing it with black suede pumps and a $2.00 Goodwill evening bag.
On New Year’s Eve he arrived early and I wasn’t ready, so I quickly tucked into the bedroom to change into my dress. I played with my hair, wondering if I sure wear it using the crystal clip I bought, or down so my curls sit against the green, so I walked into the living room where he was eating some cookies. Not realising it could be provocative, if lifted my long curls up and then down again and asked, “Should I wear my hair up or down?” He finished chewing his Chips O’hoy and muttered, “I like it up.”
We had a wonderful time. The music was fantastic, and we danced all night. We had a sweet wee kiss at midnight but there was no fondling or Frenching involved. I had previously invited him to sleep on the sofa, so he came prepared with a bag and after the cab ride home, we said goodnight and went our separate ways. I made us breakfast the next morning and we had another wee kiss when he left for home.
Two weeks went by before he called to ask if he’d left his watch at my place. It seemed weird that he didn’t notice his watch was missing, but I found it in the sofa where he thought it might be. We agreed he’d collect it when we came again to do our books. And before he said goodbye, he sheepishly proclaimed, “You know Di, when you came out in the green dress, I was fully aroused.”
“You are never too old to become younger!”
Mae West
Occasionally you meet someone and there’s an undeniable chemistry that bounces between you. It’s an animal attraction, born in every human being, and it blooms in unintentional smiles and blushed cheeks. It’s innocent but powerful, and there’s no shame in being attracted to other people. It’s the way humans are wired, and there are only a few species that live committed to a single partner. Swans are one of them and I’m not a damn swan.
After nearly 30 years together, my Sammy still makes me blush from time to time. He knows I’m an innocent flirt and that people often find themselves charmed by someone, whether by intriguing conversation or lusty physical attraction. But when Pearl starts twitching, I’m reminded that I might be old, but I’m certainly not dead.
*A sporran is a traditional kilt accessory that functions like a small purse for keys and coin, and it helps keep the kilt from blowing up in Scottish winds. It’s not true that the bigger the sporran the bigger the man cock, well, not in most men’s case. (wink)
Afterthought-
Going through photos of that night to add colour to this juicy tale has reignited Pearl in remembrance of that enchanting, titillating night and there is currently twitching in The Cosy.
Afterthought after thought-
This story in no way suggests stepping outside your relationships.
For more about attraction, check out this interesting article about the topic
https://www.scienceofpeople.com/attraction-science/