Alright! Okay, as some are anxiously awaiting the continuation of this story of life and death and love and deceit – amongst the elderly – along with a wee smidgen of sex between Senior Citizen Shannon Lynne and Geezer Mitchell Lipensky…
“A ‘wee’ smidgen of sex?” one might question.
Well, considering their ages, one my well draw the conclusion that any sex between these two would have to be of the wee smidgen variety.
Ah-ha! “A wee smidgen, indeed!” We shall see.
I mean, really, to actually be banned from using their boat within Westlake Lake: a body of water that both Shannon and Mitchell were, as local homeowners, partial owners, along with, I might heretofore add, a goodly amount of public notoriety –the local newspaper kind – that really may have embarrassed…
Oh… yeah, once again I’m getting ahead of myself.
As for Shannon and Burton: Never knowing what might be awaiting her upon returning home from work, often finding her husband passed out on the floor when neighbors – Mitchell included – would be called to help get Burton off the floor, or a “nine-one-one” call would be made to send an ambulance to transport him to the hospital.
Blaming computers; actually blaming himself and the stubborn pride that took him from the job he loved along with the prestige of being among the best architects in his firm. Having become a purposeful drunk by the early nineties, Burton Lynne was no longer the man that Shannon, at one time, had loved. Matter of fact, by that time he was far, very far from the man that she had fallen in love with and married and, at times, Shannon couldn’t even remember the man he had been.
As for Marsha and Mitchell: Their marriage always one misspoken word away from a major confrontation with Mitchell doing the misspeaking and Marsha doing the confronting; the confronting of which would often go forth for days, then sometimes into weeks.
As Marsha grew older and iller her temper and distemper had magnified and when, for some unknown reason, even considering her diabetes, she became an invalid with her husband a very untalented, to say nothing of being a very unwilling caregiver, life, for Mitchell became near intolerable.
Actually the affair started over a dog. Well, I did say that dogs had almost nothing to do with this story.
Near every day, and living in Southern California, near every day was a day to sit outside with their dogs which Shannon and Mitchell would do in mid-afternoon. These times, by the way, were still within the time that Shannon and Mitchell remained but slightly more than friendly ‘neighbors’ as there had been, oh, slightly more than slightly flirtatious talk. But nothing more than slightly more than flirtatious talk, until…
To reiterate: Standing at five foot two inches, weighing about one twelve with short cut, blondish hair, brown eyed, olive skinned, small busted, ( if she has any boobs at all, Mitchell had thought) intelligent, with a pleasing personality, Shannon Lynne was far from what Mitchell Lipensky thought of as attractive and was never the subject of his sexual fantasies… Up to a point.
“Up to a point!”
And the point was made on the eighty degree, sunny afternoon while Marsha was on an extended hospital stay and, coincidentally, the “nine-one-one” call having been made the night before, Burton Lynne was also hospitalized.
Lawn chairs taken onto the wide grassy area behind their two homes.
Sitting alongside, they had been talking of this and that when, standing, Shannon walked to where Andy sat— about seven feet away— and, straddling him, facing Mitchell, leaning forward stroking the underside of Andy’s muzzle; as Shannon leaned forward…
Fully, in full view—never knowing if it had been done accidentally or on purpose— Shannon’s light weight summer blouse gapping open…
Oh, yeah, Mitchell thought, she does have boobs!
Now I know that most reading this will think of Mitchell Lipensky as a bit of a shallow person when the mere sight of two creamy white, sparsely freckled, long dangling breasts would turn the mind, and attitude of this old man from being… oh, from being what one might think of as slightly flirtatious to… Oh, yeah, she does have boobs!
His eyes followed Shannon as, patting Andy’s head, she – her previously hidden, sixty three year old breasts fell (they were, after all, sixty three year old breasts, so fell) back into their flattened, non-noticeable state – as, straightening her back Shannon walked the seven feet back to her chair alongside Mitchell.
As, his eyes following: Shannon no longer looked as she had a mere…? three minutes ago. Somehow now she was prettier and somehow now –as, to him, she had never been before–Shannon was now alluring and, bewitched, bedazzled and bewildered, She does have boobs! Mitchell Lipensky felt a twitch within his seventy-three year old penis. Which, for you younger guys, a twitch in a seventy-three year old penis is an okay thing.
Both sitting rather quietly for a few minutes: Shannon pretending, or maybe really not aware that she had exposed a goodly portion of her breasts; Mitchell still reeling from his recent soul/penis touching discovery.
Their dogs, “Harry” and “Andy”? Yeah, I know! One may think strange names but they were, after all, boy dogs.
Going on: Shannon Lynne and Mitchell Lipensky sat without speaking for a few minutes each watching the antics of their dogs. Actually, because it was a rather warm day Andy was stretched out sleeping while Harry slowly strode about sniffing the grass and, all was quiet until…
“You want to come over later on?”
“Yes!” As though waiting for the question, answering immediately, Shannon emphatically said, “Yes!”
On that day, at that moment, the slightly more than, oh, slightly more than slightly flirtatious talk ended by means of a seven word question and a one, “Yes” word answer.
His heart thumping at the thought of ‘being with a new woman’. ‘New Woman’? Well, he’d known Shannon for twenty-seven years. Yet, after all these years suddenly ‘wanting’ Shannon! Wanting her badly. Yet, worried at the fact that he was, after all, a chubby, seventy-three year old man. And even with pharmaceutical assistance ‘things’ didn’t always turn out the way he’d wanted, ‘things to turn out’.
Now that he’d asked and she’d answered; now complications came forward as plans had to be made.
“Shannon, eh…” now absolutely at a loss for words, “do you want to go out for dinner?” he asked.
At this point in time all that knew the Lynne family or the Lipensky family, including their spouses, thought them absolutely nothing other than platonic neighbors. Which – even counting their slightly flirtatious talk – they were.
Possibly imagining, My, God, just show a guy a pair of little-old titties! In reality, sensing a near forgotten glow of passion, her heart pounding, in reality Shannon had wanted to ‘be’ with Mitchell for years! Now, though, with his wife and her husband in hospitals, thinking it best not to be seen out together, “No,” Shannon said. “What if I just come over at, uh, eight.”
Reaching across the slight space between their two lawn chairs, both startled by the touch of the other, taking her hand, “Yes, Shannon. Eight will be fine.”
Getting a bit more interesting now, isn't it?
To be continued
©August 18, 2012 / Mark M. Lichterman