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Nude-Night-Naughty 11

So began from this time forward…

From this first, if you will, educational exploratory foray into the bedroom of the old man; that didn’t remain exploratory for very long because, after all, both Shannon and Mitchell were both alive and both human and both desperately in need of a warm, human, sexually motivated touch, so eventually…

Actually in a very few minutes, their prehistoric…

Understand please; because of their ages I don’t mean to imply that their personal instincts were prehistoric but more so those historically known prehistoric instincts took over and – with the help of 100 milligrams of Viagra – prehistoric instincts took over and, “Old age be damned!” Various bodily components awakening remembered what they were and why they were and reacted, so…

So began from this time forward a full-blown clandestine – near geriatric – affair that, so they thought, remained clandestine. However, if anyone knew or suspected anything other than Shannon and Mitchell’s long standing, though at times a bit flirty, platonic, neighborly friendship no one said anything to prove differently. Although, actually, in time a few neighbors began to think differently.

But, what the hell, those few that thought differently thought; the old fart couldn’t probably get ‘it’ up anyway.

Well, yeah, but with the help of his pharmaceutical co-conspirators at Pfizer the ‘old fart’ was able, usually, to ‘get it up’.

And when he couldn’t…

Remembering that these are attached, one story units: From there on, when dark, at pre-ordained times, using the pretense of “letting the dog out,” each rushed outside for some kissing and for some touching and for some… well, at his age there was no such thing as a “quickie”.  As a matter of fact, one must remember that, for geezers, the words "sexual spontaneity” generally are no longer applicable. One must also know that not always did the 100 milligrams of Viagra work as expected. Also, being on the expensive side, the medication was taken only at such a time when the two would be allotted time enough for a relaxing, time consuming foray at one or the other’s home – if one or the other’s spouse was away for a hospital stay— or, occasionally they would meet at a not too distant motel.

Being a man, albeit an old man, this old man had one aim in the circumstances’ when the extracurricular medication was not taken, or was not working as he wished, and that one aim was to please the lady… Always a considerate person, especially during times of sexuality, this old man’s one aim was to please his lady in any way possible. So, one might say, he became…  Oral.

As a matter of fact, finding that she enjoyed doing ‘oral’ also, Senior Citizen Shannon Lynne became a rather oral – both in receiving and giving – lady herself.

Bet you thought it was only young people that do stuff like that.

Truth be told, occasionally, old bones creaking, at times Senior Citizen Lynne and the geezer found it hard extracting themselves from their… numerical positions.

However, within the dark recess of either’s side by side garage, as his, by this time bedridden wife slept or was pre-occupied with television, or when Shannon’s husband lay drunk, here within our two lovers snatched moments of physical love.

Next 8 months?

Never able to leave their charges for more than a few hours; living and loving as they were. Never able to spend a night together, their love was caught in swift snatches; after dark within the garage… Not really too romantic, was it? Also, on a daily basis, each evening at about 6:30 the two would innocently meet to go for an ‘innocent’ hour’s walk with the dogs.

Leaving their immediate area, if no one in sight, the two would  walk side by side, hand in hand.  In this neighborhood, some people seeing the loving couple night after night thought them actually married.

And so life went on…

Until Burton Lynne passed away – from complications of acute alcoholism – in April of 2008 and Marsha Lipensky – from a multitude of diabetic complications – in June of 2008.

Nude-Night-Naughty 12

August 12, 2008: The Banning

Attempting to adjust  to the deaths of their respective spouses, the old man and woman did feel an overshadowing guilt due to their ongoing affair.

From the time of the death of Marsha Lipensky in June… Actually from the time of the death of Burton Lynne in April, though, as in the past, the two continued seeing each other.  As in the past the geezer and Senior Citizen would verbally profess their love for and to each other… The professing of their love, however, from the day in April when Burton Lynne had passed away, did remain verbal only.   

Two months from the death of Marsha Lipensky, their moods lightening on this balmy, silly… actually laughable August evening.

 Walking together, the old man fell a few paces behind. 

“Why are you walking so slowly?”

“Because I like looking at your behind,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because it’s prettier than my behind.”

“So you look at your own behind much?” Shannon asked.

“No.” Glancing over his shoulder, “I can’t hardly see my behind at all.”

“You’re so round I’m surprised you can see your behind at all.”

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” he said. “I can’t see my behind at all.”

“Then why do you look at your behind?”

“I don’t look at my behind.”

“Why don’t you look at your behind?”

“ ‘cause I can’t see it too well.”

“Well, yeah.” She laughed. “That makes sense.

Coming alongside, holding  hands, the two walked on.

The thought coming to mind out of clear air.  “Know what I’d like to do?”. Or maybe the thought came to mind because of the clear air.

“What ‘would you like to do’?” Mitchell asked.

“Let’s go home and take the boat out.”

“Great Idea, Sweetie…Tell you what.”

“Yeah ‘what’?”

“While you ice up some beer and wine, I’ll run over and get sandwiches.”

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Tossing the line at 6:05

‘The Boat’?

Remember Chapter 5 way back on 8/7/12 : ‘an older, electric, sixteen foot long, flat bottom, pontoon party boat.’

Tossing the line at 6:45, all six batteries pumping out as many volts or watts or whatever six golf cart batteries pump out, the boat backed from the Homeowner Association owned slip into Westlake Lake.

Drinking beer and sipping white wine, watching the beautiful flora along with the lovely million and multi-million dollar homes that lined the five and a half mile rounded shore line, they slowly cruised the lake at the break-necking speeds of approximately two or three miles per hour.

Now no longer having to be too secretive – the steering and controls counsel center aft, and though there were comfortable seat and back padded cushions running the entire circumference  of the boat – Shannon steering, their outer thighs touching, the old man sat closely alongside of her. 

“Getting hungry, baby?”

“Yes, sweetie… I’ll get the sandwiches.”

“Here,” she said, holding her glass forward, “Fill me up.”

Dropping the anchor, the two sat on opposite sides of the forward centered table.

Washing his ‘foot-long’ down with a second beer.

Washing her ‘half-foot-long’ down with the last of her second glass of wine.

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She well into her third glass of wine; he sucking on the last of his third bottle of beer, the two sat playing a game of Scrabble – Shannon won – until the last vestige of that evening’s spectacular sunset disappeared over the Santa Monica mountains to the west.

“Think we ought to ‘ship’ the anchor?”

“It’s so beautiful here, I hate leaving.” Sighing – as they hadn’t yet – thinking that he’d ask if she would like to spend the night with him , hand over hand, he pulled the anchor aboard then once again sat very closely alongside the old lady.

The slight breeze and boat’s movement causing warm air to stream over his body, “I want to get naked!”

Thinking a second, “Then get naked!” Shannon said.

Standing, pulling his shirt over his head, “Will you?”

“ ‘Get naked’? ‘Will I’? ” Standing, pulling her blouse over her head, “Yeah!”

Watching as her shorts dropped to the deck as his shorts dropped to the deck. Then her bra and, as he didn’t wear a bra, he watched – as best he could watch in the minimally moon-lit night – as her panties dropped to the deck.

To be continued

©November 21, 2012 / Mark M. Lichterman

Yeah, yeah, I know! I did give the impression that this chapter would bring us to “the Banning” and what, hypothetically , would be the end of this story that I started way back in July.  But… 

Well, I’m the writer and as this is a fictional story (you think) I can be as a ‘literary god’ and go where I wish to go and do as I wish to do and, as I haven’t the slightest  idea what to write next, I am going to add at least one more chapter to this – now becoming – long winded, though I hope, enjoyable story.