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Nude-Night-Naughty 9
By Mark M Lichterman
Posted: Friday, September 14, 2012
Last edited: Monday, September 24, 2012
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When younger… When one is not a Senior Citizen and the other not a ‘Geezer’ things came kind of naturally: A kiss, another kiss, a touch, another touch. He fondling ‘those’ and, eventually, she fondling ‘that’. Clothing then would be shed and kissing went from lips to neck to breasts, to…

Naughty 9 follows Naughty 8


Nude-Night-Naughty 8

Of course, over the twenty-seven years that they had known each other – only as neighbors, of course — even though at times there had been slightly more than, slightly flirty talk, of course they’d had occasion to accidently, truly accidentally touch or brush against each other. But on this beautifully warm day in mid-November of year 2007, approaching a heretofore unforeseen unapproachable divide, Mitchell’s question, “You want to come over later on?” brought them to the rim of a rock strewn sexual moat. Then Shannon’s surprising heart pounding but simply stated, “Yes.” caused both to know that they’d hurdled the first barrier of their life altering chasm, and then the simple touch of the hand of Shannon’s held within the hand of Mitchell’s that felt so…? The touch of their unfamiliar hands, of course, felt strange but yet, knowing what was coming later, warmly erotic.


Feeling extremely – though there was no one in sight or in a position to see them – feeling extremely self-conscious sitting side by side on the wide grassy area behind their homes, in the open, warmly holding hands with the thought that, after all her years of secret yearning, that she was actually going to ‘be’ with Mitchell. That she was actually going to make love and to be naked with Mitchell.


Uh,oh!  ‘Make love’! ‘Naked with Mitchell’! Sixty-three years old!  Shannon thought, I’m sixty-three years old and no man other than Burton – and doctors, of course – have seen me naked since… she couldn’t remember when any man, other than Burton – and doctors, of course – had seen her naked. Then visualizing her nude body with her size 34c cup, long hanging, sixty three year old breasts – minus, of course her early formative years – also visualizing her, in her mental eye; soft – after the, long, long ago birth of her two children, her stomach had never returned to it‘s youthful, taut stage, so – In Shannon’s mental eye she had ugly… Well, she thought, my boobies sure turned him on fast enough!  However in her mental eye, Shannon Lynne saw her long hanging, sixty-three year old breasts and an ugly, mushy stomach, as…


Maybe I’d better let go her hand. Mitchell thought, but loving the feel of a new female hand; of this female’s within his.


Still, sitting without speaking, still watching the antics of his dog, thinking of, and still visualizing the sight of Shannon’s hanging breasts; he thought of the fact that – after all of the many years of non-other than Marsha – Mitchell thought of the fact that he was actually going to see a different naked woman! After all these many years he was actually going to see the body of a woman other than his wife. That they would make love and be nude… 


Thinking of Shannon’s creamy white, sparsely freckled, long dangling breasts, glancing downward there was the  – at one time, many years ago – familiar bulge alongside the inside seam of his left thigh…


Thinking, I haven’t had a boner on my own for? Uh, since ….?


He and his wife had not made love… Often hardly speaking to each other, Mitchell and Marsha had not been intimate for the past two years.


With the aid of one-half of a fifty milligram Viagra, Just to make sure and keep ‘it’ in working order, he’d rationalized; occasionally… Well, actually more than ‘occasionally’, Mitchell Lipensky, with the help of twenty-five milligrams of Viagra, would partake in ‘personal manipulation’. Uh, just, of course, to make sure and to keep ‘it’ in working order.  


Thinking, I haven’t had a boner on my own for? Uh, since ….? Looking downward again, proud of his seventy-three year achievement,  he squeezed Shannon’s hand.


Turning her head, looking at him as…


Shannon and her husband had not made love… Actually, because Burton Lynne flatly refused to do anything about his excessive drinking, he and his wife had not been intimate for near four years and Shannon Lynne – even for an old lady – was really horney!


Turning her head, looking at him as…


Looking downward, in the general direction of the bulge alongside the inside seam of his left thigh, as…


Following his eyes, applying more pressure to Mitchell’s hand, Shannon looked downward.


Feeling the pressure, transmitting the fact – in Mitchell’s mind, although, really, it was true — that she looked forward to being with him at eight o’clock as much as he looked forward to eight o’clock.


 Uh,oh!  Reality now hitting home, Uh,oh!  ‘Make love’! ‘Be nude’! ‘Be naked with Shannon’’? Seventy-three years old!  Mitchell thought, I’m seventy-three years old! 


Seeing himself, in his mental eye, Mitchell saw a paunch…


‘Paunch’? Yeah, in his dreams! Mitchell saw the body of a seventy-three year old man with a bulging stomach, his own set of hanging boobies, a major set of ‘love-handles’ and, though, his face still remained on the extremely youthful side, there was – especially if… when he’ll be in the ‘on top position’— the flesh beneath his chin hung loosely.


However, his ‘shallow’ side overtaking ‘reality’, mentally shrugging his shoulders…  


The balance of this day going rather quickly as both Shannon and Mitchell, with a sense of heightening passion, mentally raced into the depths of their chasm of illicit passion.


‘Chasm of illicit passion’! Really? Remembering, after all, that Shannon is a sixty-three year old ‘Senior Citizen’ while Mitchell Lipensky, at age seventy-three, could only be categorized as a ‘geezer’.


Thinking about it, it may be a good idea to warn you that the next chapter might not be so pretty. 


Quite possibly the next chapter may be the last chapter…


Well, I don’t know now. Guess we’ll have to wait and see how much trouble the old lady and geezer get into.  


This I do know, though:  An unwanted pregnancy will definitely not be a problem with these two.


Nude-Night-Naughty 9


Rising from their lawn chairs at about 3:15; Shannon with Andy following closely behind angled to her gate to the left as Mitchell with Harry – because it’s nearing his dinner time – running ahead Harry angled to the gate to the right.


So now, with Shannon and Mitchell both taking note of the time; noting they had approximately five hours and fifteen minutes until the time that she would be with a ‘new man’ for the first time in…? Shannon thought forty-two years and Mitchell, thinking much the same thought; that he hadn’t slept with a ‘new woman’ in fifty-three years. Both thought, what in hell are we doing?  Well, actually both knew what in the hell they were doing and why they were going to do what they were going to do. Big question, however, for both was: How?


When younger… When one is not a Senior Citizen and the other not a ‘Geezer’ things came kind of naturally: A kiss, another kiss, a touch, another touch. He fondling ‘those’ and, eventually, she fondling ‘that’. Clothing then would be shed and kissing went from lips to neck to breasts, to…  Well, in all actually neither had gone that low in years.


Still the thought continually on his mind:  I haven’t had a boner on my own for…?‘ Then again, What if,  the Geezer thought, checking with his wrist watch, knowing that it takes at least an hour for the stuff to work to achieve his – in the geezers case – achievement. Better’in three hours to go.


As at this time Viagra  came only  in fifty milligram pills and, as explained in the previous chapter:  With the aid of one-half of a fifty milligram Viagra, Just to make sure and keep ‘it’ in working order, he’d rationalized; occasionally Mitchell Lipensky, with the help of twenty-five milligrams of Viagra, would partake in ‘personal manipulation’. Uh, just, of course, to make sure and to keep ‘it’ in working order. 


Thinking, what if I take two of them?  The thought of taking one hundred milligrams of Viagra however, he could use Marsha’s pill cutter and only take seventy-five milligrams  – However, though the thought of one hundred milligrams was freighting due to the stern warning regarding ‘a drop in blood pressure’.  However, what if I take one pill at, oh, say six o’clock, than the second at about ‘seven’.


Inside: Her mind twirling; now something that Shannon Lynne had craved for years. Now, that in less than three hours she’ll be making love to Mitchell.


Normally, a rather passionate woman, Shannon’s  passion had slowly quelled for the years of and the duration of Burton’s slide into a bottle of Scotch.


Her mind again seeing the look on his face at the sight of her breasts... of what he had seen of her breasts.  For the first time in the twenty-seven years that they had known each other ‘now’ the first time that she’d sensed anything other than neighborly friendliness.


Yeah, okay maybe there was a bit of light hearted flirting going on, but other than that there had not even been the slightest hint at an ‘encounter’.


Sliding the double doors of her closet, wondering what to wear. Wondering what does one wear to the start of a sexual affair? Really, her eyes traversing the entirety of the long closet.  Her eyes traversing, her fingers ruffled as her mind rejected all that her eyes beheld and her fingers caressed.


Really, though! Just what is a female ‘Senior Citizen’ to wear to the start of an illicit, sexual affair. Oh, for a younger woman there’s a thousand things a woman can wear.  But a sixty-three year old woman with saggy breasts and a mushy stomach? Really!


And makeup? He’ll be closer than close and I get the impression that he doesn’t much like a woman with too much makeup. Shannon thought. But without makeup he’ll see all the wrinkles. But, really, she further thought, that close he’ll see them anyway, only covered by makeup. Becoming exasperated: Well, after all, he does know that I’m a sixty-three year old woman and that things droop and go soft and even wrinkle. 


In order to take her mind off herself and her dressing and makeup problems, to say nothing of ‘becoming the other woman’, Shannon Lynne turned on the television, watched for a few minutes, then decided to take a shower.


Next door, what do I do when she gets here?  Turning the television on, sitting on the sofa, watching for a few minutes, what should I wear? Getting up, going to the bedroom, opening the double sliding doors to the closet in his bedroom. As it was a hot day out and comfortable in the house, Shorts, he thought.  Should I wear shorts or slacks, or jeans?  Underwear? Nah!  He thought, ain’t going to wear any underwear, so… Not wanting to be too obvious, Jeans, the geezer thought, I’ll wear jeans.


6:12: Shaking one from the plastic pill bottle, he swallowed the first fifty milligram diamond shaped blue pill with a mouthful of tepid tap water then, as it was habit to shave in the shower,  lathering his face at the sink, he then stepped into the shower.


6:21: She lay in bed nude with the ceiling fan on low.  Feeling the slight, cooling breeze waft over her body, Shannon sensed the pleasant tightening of her small, dark nipples. Her thoughts next door, thinking of Mitchell and what was an hour and a half away, she also sensed a moistening within her vagina, which was really surprising because, at her age, natural vaginal moisture was going to be, so she had thought, at a premium.


6:59:  Reclining nude on his recliner, abstractedly watching television, he was thinking of Shannon and her hanging, creamy colored breasts, and, surprisingly, his newfound deep affection for her. His right hand covering his flaccid penis, absently, with the slightest manipulation… There ‘it’ was, still ‘in working order’, The fifty milligrams doing a ‘stand up’ job’.


Looking at ‘it’, feeling the pleasurably warm rigidity, should I still take the second pill?  Still concerned about the ‘drop in blood pressure’ thing, debating with himself… Coming to a conclusion, what the hell ! Going to the bathroom, he removed the small pill bottle from the medicine cabinet, opened it and shook the second fifty milligram Viagra onto his hand and into his mouth.  


8:01:  The front door opened. Taking Shannon’s hand, leading her into the house, the Senior Citizen and Geezer stood a long moment looking at each other… Then, their arms about each other. Their unfamiliar mouths pressing. Their unfamiliar tongues touching, tasting. His hands clutching Shannon’s surprisingly firm, well rounded buttocks. Her arms about him, urging their bodies closer, “Shannon, let’s go to the bedroom.”  Feeling the press of his penis onto her thigh…  “Yes, Mitchie. Let’s go to the bedroom.



To be continued

©September 14, 2012 / Mark M. Lichterman

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Reviewed by Annabel Sheila 9/17/2012
I love the way you put this together, Mark! You put us right in their rooms feeling the indecisions that brought a chuckle...

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