For some strange reason he suddenly felt a chill thinking one day young girls would look at him as a dirty old man not realizing his passion for the awesome power of youthful female beauty had affected him his entire life. Gary snapped out of his antipathy long enough to gain the confidence to visit the lady across the street, sit down with her, have a few cups of coffee and simply listen to maturity and hopefully she’d understand his frustration and could possibly explain to him why it was so difficult to find a beautiful girl, willing to be his filthy sex partner.
Gary had no idea what to wear but he figured a pair of shorts without briefs and a simple pull over would do, not thinking he could repeat his prior embarrassing performance. He was so numb when he walked out of the house he never locked the door and walked mindlessly across the street, stepped up to the lady’s front door and pressed the doorbell button. After hearing the chime he waited with an empty mind for something to happen. When nothing happened except getting butterflies in his stomach, he looked down at his bare feet and asked, “What the fuck am I doing?”
In defeat, Gary turned slowly around and stepped down the pathway to the sidewalk nearly missing the sight of an older station wagon slowing down in front of him. When he looked up the lady was in the stopped car leaning toward the passenger side then she said aloud, “Looking for me honey?”
Gary paused for a moment and decided he would let whatever was to about to take place happen, and he wasn’t about to halt anything from that moment forward. He smiled a little then said with a crack in his voice, “Yes ma’am.”
“Let me park the car, you can help me take the groceries inside,” the lady said then the car suddenly lunged forward with a squeal, turned into the driveway then stopped with a jerk. Gary stood numbly on the pathway as he watched the lady exit the car then step to the rear, open the hatch then motion for Gary to come to her.
As soon as he was near the lady his nostrils filled with the odd scent of her perfume and he noticed she was wearing a bra under her bellowing light blue blouse. Her thighs were larger than most he had seen and her calves were very curvy and show-white, and her shoes appeared to be some sort of heeled sandal with the strap nearly covering red toenails. He had never seen the shoe design nor had he ever before seen a girl dressed the way she was dressed. He wanted to ask the lady if she was married and if it was okay to be with her in her house and talk but he never got the opportunity. Suddenly Gary found himself in the lady’s kitchen watching her bulbous buttocks wiggle under the smooth cloth of her white pleated skirt as she organized the contents of the grocery bags on the counter. Then suddenly she turned toward Gary and said, “Why don’t you make coffee dear, everything you need is over there, tap water is fine.”
A half hour later Gary was sitting at a small round glass top table studying the lady’s eyes, nose and lips then the curves of her cheeks and chin wondering why his penis was numb and his hands didn’t have the urge to reach out and cup the round blobs before him. His blank stare was broken when the lady picked up her cup of coffee, held it in her hands with her elbows on the table then asked, “What’s your name sweetie?”