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Glazed Eyes 1-2/2 (MF, rom, cons)
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Unbridaled Shower
Glazed Eyes - part 1 of 2
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The whole thing was going to be a mistake.  I *hate* the quarterly
meeting of everyone who lives in the complex.  I know the rules by
heart.  I have no complaints about my neighbors.  So, why on earth did
I decide to show up when Chris politely asked me to go, for a change?

Boredom and a comment made by the person who invited me - convinced me
to go waste some time.  "Come on Jimmy.  it will give you a chance to
get to know your neighbors better."  Yeah, of course.  We're a diverse
group of singles and married couples.  Kids and no kids.  I already
know most of the kids and teens and that has let me get to know most
of the parents well enough to be able to say hello if we happen to
meet.

"What the hell, I'll be there.  Can't be worse than what's scheduled
on the TV that evening."  Her response was an exasperated sigh but I
got left alone and that was what I really wanted.  Chris means well
but her habit of always trying to see that all her neighbors have some
sort of social life gets on my nerves.  We're not a retirement
community but there are a lot of older folks living here.   'Older'.
To the kids, I qualify for that tag since I'm in my middle 40s. Plenty
of life in me yet.  Now if I could only convince Chris that I'm quite
comfortable as a confirmed bachelor.  I keep my amusements away from
here in the interest of being discreet.  Besides, in the years I've
lived here, there hasn't been a woman -  single, married or divorced -
who has stood out enough to make me feel like she was worth knowing as
more than a neighbor.

As for the young adults, well, some have shown an interest in me but
I've managed to politely put them off and stay friends.  The last
thing I want is some barely adult young woman blabbing to her friends.
Or, worse, conning me into an orgy.

In spite of my age, I have what can best be called a high sex drive
and at worst, a 'damned annoying excessively active hormonal problem
that leads to interpersonal complications'.  That's the main reason I
go out of my way to be discreet.

In other words, I still enjoy sex.  Lots of sex.  I'm still capable of
repeated sessions throughout a night.  So, I grit my teeth and find my
release elsewhere.

Oh, I almost forgot.  I wear glasses.  In this age of contact lenses
and corrective surgery, I choose to wear glasses.  People seem to
think that someone my age who wears them is horribly old-fashioned and
staid.  I don't disabuse them of that notion.  It makes my life
easier.

So here I am.  The 'meeting', such as it was, is over.  Now, I get to
endure that social event called a 'mixer'.  Chris, in her enthusiasm,
has taken me in hand, literally, and has been dragging me around to
meet everyone. Judging by the amount of gossip she imparts, she either
has direct access to God or spends all her time keeping track of
everyone.  I was nervous at first but so far, she's introduced me as
'Jimmy, a shy boy but he's a good person once you get to know him
better.'  Suits me.  Complications are...

A movement barely glimpsed makes me pause mentally.  A woman in her
50s was revealed by random crowd movements.  What caught my eyes first
was her bright red hair.  The roots were the same color so I figured
it could be natural.  Our eyes briefly met as we were scanning the
room.  What made me pause was that when she turned back to her
conversation, she casually reached up, took off her glasses, shook her
hair out and then put them back on.  As she put them back on, she was
looking directly at me.  She winked and then turned away.

Horn rims?  That was my first thought.  Then the movements added up.
Couldn't be.  Could it be?

Chris tugged at my arm.  "I do declare Jimmy, you need to get out
more.  You act like you don't know how to behave with all these people
around."  And we were off again.

All I could think of was 'the woman in glasses'.  Eventually, I
remembered I had God's own matchmaker at my side.  "Chris.  The
red-haired woman with the horn rims.  Know anything about her? Doesn't
look familiar."  I winced as I realized what I wanted to say was 'She
acts like she wants to be very familiar'.

She glanced over at the woman.  "That one?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, that's Marge.  Nobody knows much about her yet, she's new here,
kids grown up, doesn't talk much about herself or her past, quiet
type, like you in that, wears those silly glasses she'd look nicer if
she didn't..."  I reflected that for 'not knowing much about her', I
was getting a pretty complete life story.

When I had a chance, I glanced over at Marge and then turned away. I
took off my glasses and slid my finger along the top edge and then,
seemingly at random, let the gap for my nose settle on my finger.

I was rewarded with raised eyebrows and then Marge lowered her glasses
so she could look over the top of them as she scanned the room in
seeming boredom.  As she turned back to her conversation, she took
them off and started casually nibbling on one of the arms.

I slid my glasses slowly along my finger and then casually put them
back on. I tapped at them as if to settle them in place and then
smiled as if responding to something Chris was telling me.

Marge stopped her nibbling and ducked her head in a nod as she slowly
slid her glasses back in place.

Chris spent the next half hour or so wandering around with me in tow.
Many of the people and their kids I already knew, so I had a chance to
catch up on what had been happening with them.  After some time, I
slowly realized that Chris hadn't hauled me over to meet Marge.

"Chris?  Aren't you going to introduce us?  I've met everyone else
here and you know it."

She smiled.  "I thought you'd never ask.  She's good people."

That got my attention.  Chris had been waiting for me to ask?  What
was going on here?  She usually did a whirlwind tour and went out of
her way to introduce people to each other.

She grabbed my arm and pulled me in Marge's direction.  We all did the
'forced smiles of greeting' routine for a bit and then Chris dropped
the bomb. "Marge, Jimmy, why don't the two of you get out of here and
see if you like each other enough to take care of that trouser snake
of his?"

"Chris?"  It was all I could manage.  I noticed Marge blushed and then
seemed to force herself to smile.

"Forget it Jimmy.  I'm old, not blind.  You two have to be a couple of
the horniest people I've met.  Maybe Marge here can land you. Nobody
else has. Lordy sakes, enough of us have tried.  Some fools even
started thinking Jim here was gay.  The same ones who never checked
out his crotch when he's been around some good looking women."

I couldn't help it.  I laughed.  My 'secret' obviously wasn't one to
some folks.  I looked at Marge and casually reached up and adjusted my
glasses.

"I already have landed him."  Her voice was smooth and filled with
amusement as her eyes met mine, slid down my body to take in my
erection and then shifted to Chris.  "About 30 minutes ago."

For the first time I saw Chris stunned speechless.  She looked at me
and I nodded.  "Nice to learn you don't know everything that goes on
under your nose." I grinned.  "Or in this case..."  I touched the
right side of my glasses, "Under your glasses."

"Glasses?"  Her voice was weak with surprise.

Marge smiled as she removed hers and started nibbling again.  Her eyes
glittered mischievously.  "Glasses!"

"Oh my.  And me thinking I was doing the two of you a favor by giving
you an excuse to talk quietly."  She looked from Marge to me.  "Aren't
you two the sly ones.  I'll have to remember that."  She hugged us
both and left.

"No secret stays that for long around here.  Get used to it."  I
smiled wryly as I took her glasses from her hand and put them back
where they belonged.

"Shall we?"  I offered her my arm.

"I didn't think anyone else knew that glasses can be used for more
than reading."  She linked her arm with mine.

"Indeed."  Impulsively I turned and kissed her lightly.  "Well, we've
already done the seduction part, what say we find somewhere more
private?"

Marge rewarded me with a giggle and tugged gently.  "My place.  It's
closer."

* * *

"Ummm...  Marge?  Something you should know."  I dug out my wallet and
offered her a piece of paper.  "Vasectomy." I turned away in
remembered pain.  "I don't carry condoms.  It was for medical reasons
in my early twenties.  My decision, not anyone else's"

"Put the paper back.  I'm touched but it doesn't matter.  I had a
tubal ligation twenty years ago.  Seemed the safest thing to do
considering my nature."  She paused and stared out her window at the
playground.  "He didn't like it but then he wasn't much of a father to
the children we did have."  She shook herself out of her memories.

"Sometimes I can sense things.  This complex.  Christine.  You. It's
the home I wish I could have given my kids."  She trailed off into
silence.

There wasn't anything I could say to that so I walked over and stood
next to her.  I wrapped an arm around her and she leaned into me.  It
wasn't that we both weren't horny for each other, we knew what was
going to happen. Neither one of us was in any real hurry to get on
with it.

Her home, her rules is about the simplest way I can express it.

After a long, comfortable silence, I felt her shift slightly.  She
reached down and gently held my hand.  "Thanks.  He never knew what to
do."

I shrugged as I kept gazing out the window.  "It helps to share the
pain when you get the chance.  This place, especially Christine, has
been good to me since I moved here.  Many of those kids are like the
family I'll never have."  I shifted tracks.  "We were kids.  I don't
know which of us was more bitter when we found out.  Even before I had
the vasectomy, it drove us apart."

"Do you always seduce your women this way?"  Marge's voice was
teasing.  "Or did you forget *we* don't need to go through all that
tiresome stuff?"

"Sorry.  Something in you..."  I stopped.

"Me too."  She pulled out of my embrace and began to strip.  "I'm a
nudist when I can get away with it.  Would you close the drapes?"

When she finished undressing, I saw a woman.  Stretch marks.  The
little marks of a long life.  They were all there.  That and a casual
acceptance of it all that showed in every movement as she walked
towards me.  I helped as she began to undress me.  After she tossed my
clothes on top of hers she stepped back and took a look at me.

"Not bad for a man your age."  I blushed and she grinned before
sobering quickly.  "The shower?  Maybe we can wash off some of the
scars."  We both knew she wasn't talking about the physical scars we
carry.

I nodded.  She took my hand and we headed for her bathroom.

Just before we got in the tub and turned the shower on, she reached up
and removed my glasses.  I watched as she carefully folded them and
set them on a small shelf just inside the door.  When she turned back,
I returned the favor except that as I leaned forward to place her
glasses next to mine, I turned my head slightly and planted my lips
firmly against hers.  I lost myself in eyes that were the bright blue
of a spring morning.

Time, already slow, ground to a halt as we explored each other.  Our
tongues gently probed and tasted each other.  I let my fingers gently
explore her back before I brought them back around to lightly explore
her breasts.

Her fingers worked along each side of my spine and caused me to arch
forward.  Then, she brought her hands around to rest on mine briefly
before she lightly touched my chest and began her own explorations.
Our breathing deepened.  I felt my penis make contact with her body. I
let my hands lovingly trace along her belly.  As I felt each ridge and
valley, I traced it lightly and then returned to its beginning before
moving down to another one and repeating the process. Inevitably, a
valley led me to the junction of her legs.  I felt her heat first and
then her moistness as she shifted slightly so I could touch new - yet
old and familiar - places.  My fingers gently parted her folds and
entered her.  She was loose and  wet, some would say lax and sloppy. I
called her experienced at love and life.  I told her how I felt with
the gentle probing and nudges of my fingers.

She finished exploring my chest and worked her way down to my penis. I
shivered as her hand grasped me firmly before she let go and used a
fingertip to trace along my throbbing underside.

"Enough."  Her voice was a husky whisper.  I reluctantly let her pull
my hand away from where it had been teasing her to respond.  She
hugged me and then turned and bent over to adjust the water.  I
watched her plump cheeks for a moment and then stepped forward and
rested my penis between them.  She flinched slightly and then let me
draw her back and steady her while she waited for the water to reach a
comfortable temperature.  No, I did not penetrate her.  It wasn't time
for that.  Eyes closed, I savored the feel of her flesh against mine.

I heard the sound of the water shift as she changed to the showerhead.
What happened as she straightened surprised me as much as it obviously
pleased her.  I couldn't help myself.  As her cheeks slid along either
side of me, I orgasmed.   "Mmmmm..."  She responded with a soft and
throaty sound as she felt it happen.  I'd clenched my hands and pulled
her tightly against me as I began to throb.  I opened my eyes as I
felt my spurts end and realized she had reached over and braced
herself on the wall so she could push back against me as I pressed
forward.  I watched in bemused wonder as the water cascaded over her
hair.

I don't think either of us expected our first time to happen like
that.  As I reached forward to gently rub her back, she pushed herself
upright and leaned against my chest.   "Hold me" was all she said.  It
felt right to just stand there like that for a few minutes. We were
relaxed, the orgasm and cuddle was a bonus and the whole incident felt
like it was a fitting start to what I was now sure would become a deep
friendship.

I was spent but still charged with energy.  We helped each other over
the edge of the tub and then I grabbed the soap.  When she started to
join me, I gently stopped her and used my hands to let her know she
should just relax and let me scrub.  I smiled as I noticed she had a
removable showerhead.  I used it to finish soaking her and then
replaced it so I could lather her up.

My hands slid along her spine and then returned to the base of her
neck.  My fingers gently probed and pressed as I made sure to wash
every portion of her now shivering body.  I touched.  I teased.  I
massaged.  Eventually I let my hands slide between her legs so I could
carefully work her folds.  I lightly brushed a fingertip across her
clitoris and she moaned.  I pulled away and worked my hands down her
legs and then back.  Her hips thrust at my hands when I pulled away.
Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily.  I gently washed
her arms and then her chest.

My slow, gentle circles around and over each breast caused her to
shift and moan.  I finished by letting my hands trail once again to
her cleft.  I let one hand rest there as I reached for the showerhead.
I rinsed us both. When she reached to take it from me, I let her have
it and then knelt in front of her.

My lips touched hers.  My tongue darted forward to lightly brush her
clitoris before I opened my mouth and sealed her opening.  I heard the
showerhead bang against the wall just before her hands grabbed the
back of my head and pulled me into her.

I tasted that indefinable flavor that is mature female.  I felt her
muscles begin to quiver.  I continued.  This time, her moan was
throaty and extended.  It started deep in her chest and eventually
worked its way out of her mouth.  I glued myself to her and continued
my attentions.  I was quenching a desperate thirst with her fluids.
Hot liquid and quivering flesh was my world.

I moaned and fought as something tried to force me away.  Hands made
feeble by her release were vainly trying to get me to stop.  "Please.
Please... Enough..."  Her voice was weak.

I raised my head and kissed her belly.  "I'm sorry."

"Don't be.  It's been...  A long time."  She sagged into me slightly
as I slowly stood up again.  Once she felt me brace myself she
collapsed against my body.  Warm water swirled around our feet as she
slowly recovered.
======

MF cons rom

Bedroom Ayes
Glazed Eyes - part 2 of 2
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Weakened and ready to collapse, I barely feel Jim's arms as he wraps
me in them and holds me up.  As I drift in the timeless afterglow, I
let myself remember a day that I didn't think would have much effect
on my life.

"Marge, take it from me, you need a good man in your life."
Christine's words, spoken over morning coffee about a month ago, drift
across my memories as I try to reassemble myself.

"And where do you think I'd find one?  Pretty tame bunch here." Don't
ask me how she knew but very early on she'd spotted me as the
hot-blooded type.  I'd admitted it and she'd smiled.

"Plenty of single men who'd be happy to sleep with you.  Married ones
too.  They're more discreet - usually."

"Christine!"  I'd been shocked.  She'd laughed that throaty laugh of
hers and smiled back with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Marge honey, I'm old.  Not worn out.  Sometimes a woman my age
appreciates a little activity to loosen her old bones up and make her
feel like life is still worth living.  I'm also nosey and pay
attention to what goes on around me.  You, my dear, need a good man. I
think I have just the one for you.  If you can land him of course.
Nobody has yet.  Don't know why he hasn't tumbled with anyone here. He
certainly has been interested in some of the women if that bulge
between his legs means anything."

"Interested in a challenge?"  She threw the question at me without
warning.

"Chris, you're an incorrigible busybody."  I was smiling as she
grinned back at me.  Chris was the type of nosey old lady who made you
feel her nosiness was the most natural thing in the world.  "Why not?
When do I get to meet him?"

"I'll badger him into showing up at the next association meeting."

"It's a deal."  I remember giggling as I contemplated what was going
to happen.  Christine didn't say it in so many words but I think she
made a pass at him - more than once - and had been turned down.  "How
old is this Adonis?"

"He's a young one.  Only 44."  She was grinning.  I'd guessed
Christine as being in her late 60s or early 70s.  "Good luck."

I had been momentarily stunned when he quickly responded to my opening
signal.  It was too easy and I knew it.  No way I wanted to let him
get away.  We both knew what we wanted from the other and quickly
settled the deal.  Christine never noticed what was happening.

Her momentary gape of astonishment was all the revenge I needed for
her 'interested in a challenge?' remark.  She should have known
better.  I was willing to bet not a single female around had ever
given off the right signals.  The way he touched his glasses when he
talked clued me in almost immediately.  They were a part of him, not
just an accessory.  Once I knew that, the rest was as inevitable as an
avalanche in snow country.

As I sag into Jim's embrace, I start laughing.

"What's so funny?"  He sounds puzzled and a bit hurt.  I realize what
he must be thinking.  Can't be many women who laugh after an orgasm.

"Christine."  I have to work to stiffle my giggles.  "She set you up."

"So?  I had that figured out a long time ago.  She's always doing
that."

"So that isn't what I'm laughing about.  She set herself up.  She
didn't know that we could talk with our glasses."

"Oh."  I feel his chuckle more than hear it.  It feels good against my
body.

"My turn."  I grab the showerhead and soak him down.

As I start to lather him, he stops me.  "Wait.  I need to sit down."
Suiting action to words, he settles on one edge of the tub and leans
against the wall.  I watch curiously as he closes his eyes and then
sighs deeply.  Every muscle seems to go limp and his lips twitch
slightly. I hear his fatigue as well as his wry amusement as he
explains. "I'm exhausted.  I couldn't stand up any longer.  Sometimes
the emotional impact catches up with me long after the physical one."

"Oh."  I know I sound stupid as I say it.  He'd been so solid that I
had forgotten a certain reality.

I kneel down and then lean forward to finish soaping his body. Gently,
I push his legs apart and lather between them.  I know my touch is
anything but clinical but except for a couple of twitches, his penis
refuses to expand.  "Was I that good?"  I gently fondle him.

"Yes.  Give me a bit longer to recharge."  I hear his wry acceptance
of his inability to get an erection while I have been handling him.

"Good.  I'm not done with you yet."  I surprise myself by adding "Not
for a long time I think."  That not only gets a stronger twitch, his
whole body stiffens.

Ignoring the soap, he reaches down and uses one hand under my chin to
raise my head so our eyes meet.  "You serious?"

Instead of answering immediately, I let my fingers gently trail around
his penis.  Lightly, I explore the inside of his legs. Finally I reach
up to clasp his hand in mine and pull away so I can kiss it lightly.

"Do I really need to answer that with any words?"

"No.  I'm glad.  I've waited a long time."

The rest of the bath is a blur.  When I come out of my fog I realize
we are together and in my bed.  I feel pressure and without needing to
ask, know that we have made love again.

Since he's already inside me, I move slightly and see if he is willing
to go again.  I am pleased when he responds with gentle motions of his
own.  "For a man your age, you act like a teenager."  I get a grin in
return.

"Well, when my sex partner is a nympho, I try to oblige her. It's a
gentleman's duty to perform under pressure."

He pauses and then bumps me a bit harder during the next few strokes.

We reach and wrap our arms around each other as the inevitable
happens.  The night is long in some ways and all too short in others.
As dawn caresses us, we fall into a satisfied sleep.

* * *

"Marge?"  I watch as he settles on the other side of the table. He
offered to help cook us a light lunch but I gently turned him down.
"My kitchen.  Repay me later in yours."  He nodded and wandered off to
stare out the picture window while I finished cooking.

"Jim?"  I look at him and then return to my eating as I wait.

It's a simple meal of eggs and toast with some juice to drink.

Inbetween bites of food, I find out what's been bothering him. "Did
Christine bother to tell you why I've been 'unapproachable'? I've been
wondering how much you two discussed about me."  Ah, that explains his
slight smile.

"Nope.  I had the impression she hadn't figured it out yet."  I leave
it hanging.

"Amazing."  He finishes eating and leans back to sip at the remainder
of his juice.  "So there are things she doesn't know -yet."

I reward him with a grin.  "Let me guess.  Discretion here is
impossible.  So until you could get in a situation where you wouldn't
have to be that way, you found your partners elsewhere." Then I manage
to shock him.  "At least that's what you want people to think.  The
truth is, I'm the only person who gave off the right signals.  With
these."  I reach up and lightly tap my glasses.

He's stunned at the obvious.  "So that's what it was.  I knew there
was something..."  I watch as he shakes his head and smiles wryly as
he admits his own blindness.  "Shall we see where we wind up?  Take
some time to just relax and get to know each other?  I'm not seriously
attached anywhere else right now."  He grins and I can't help my
answering grin.  "That's in addition to the sex - of course."

I raise my eyebrows.  "Well, Chris had that much right at least. Sure,
why not.  If nothing else, maybe your virility will drive the local
teenagers nuts as they try to keep up with us."  My grin threatens to
split my face. "You have a deal."

He reaches over with his glass and I touch it with mine.  "Deal. My
friend."  He's grinning as broadly as I am.
======

End: Glazed Eyes

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