Last Chance

He sat on the porch of the small house and watched the sun set on the
mountains to the west as it reflected off the channel below.  He was
contemplative tonight; not tired, but emotionally adrift, his heart
void of any joy in his life.  As the sun set it made the sky above and
around it a deep, rich red, lighting the scattered clouds with its
luminescence.  Yet, it was without meaning to him, despite its beauty,
because he lacked someone to share it with any more.

As darkness overtook the world around him and lights came on in nearby
houses he got up and went in, feeling the night chill now.  He did not
turn on the TV, but put on music and sorted through his recent mail,
putting bills in one stack and throwing the rest away.  He stopped at
one envelope and opened it.  It was from the local tax office,
something about a tax exemption.

He had not lived there long, having been hired as manager of the local
food processing company a year before.  The house had been a rental,
but when the owner put it up for sale he had purchased it.  Now it
seemed that he may be eligible for a property tax exemption because he
was 65.  Many people he knew and worked with had no idea he was that
old; he just had the kind of face that did not age that way.  He had
never smoked and hardly drank at all and considered himself to be in
pretty good shape, so he simply did not look his age.  

Putting the envelope aside he picked up his book and started reading,
deciding to visit the local tax office the next day to see about this
personally.

Being manager was nice, as he could come and go pretty much at will, so
he took off about 11 the next morning and found the office, buried in
the labyrinth of the local government offices.  The sign said "Tax and
Revenue Collections".  There was no one at the desk, so he rang the
bell.

A voice from the back called "Be right out!"   It was a woman's voice. 
A moment later a tall, well built woman appeared out of the back room. 
She had long, blond hair and a light complexion.  Her dress clung to
the curves of her body, showing the curve of her hips and her bosom to
good advantage.  The legs below the dress were well formed.  Her face
was clear, her cheekbones well formed and her nose slightly upturned. 
She was not a classic beauty, but attractive and well-kept.  He found
himself staring at her for a moment, only to realize she was doing the
same.

 "Uh, hello, I, uh came in about this letter," he said.
 She took it from his hand and he noted her well-kept nails painted to
match the complement the colors in her dress.  
 "Yes, we send these to new property owners to make sure we get
everyone, buy you don't look near old enough."
 "Well, I am, just old enough," he said.
 She raised one of her perfect eye brows and grinned at him.
 "Well, I must say, you are well preserved for someone of your advanced
age."
 "I try to keep myself in good shape," he said.
 "So, if I could have your ID we can get this form filled out," she
said.
 He handed her his drivers license and she helped him complete the
form, asking more questions than she needed, such as marital status and
where he worked.  The conversation turned to her then and he learned
she was single as well, though not for as long as he had been.
 "It was very nice to meet you," she said, smiling at him.
 "And you too," he said, returning it.  He left, looking back as she
leaned against the door jamb, looking at him.  She had a sort of small,
sardonic smile on her full, red lips.  He thought about her the rest of
the day and did not sleep well dreaming of her.  He had grabbed her
card off the counter while he was there and at about ten the next
morning her called the office.
 "Is Marta in?" he asked.
 "Yes, she is, can I ask who is calling?"
 "Uh, yeah, it's Leon, from yesterday."
 In a moment she was on the phone.
 "Did you forget something?" she asked, just a little bit of an edge to
her voice.  Could she be nervous?  He had not dated a woman in what,
twenty-five years?  More than that, he thought.
 "Yes, as a matter of fact, I did," he said.  "I forgot to ask you if
you liked Chinese food."
 "I do.  There is a favorite restaurant too."
 "No, I thought I would make you some" he said.
 "You're a chef?"
 "No, just a good cook."
 "Can I bring something?"
 "Wine would be nice."
 "OK, about six?"
 "Yeah, sure, that's good.  See you then."
 She hung up and he realized he had not told her where he lived, but
then realized she knew exactly where he lived.
 He got out of work early and bought the food, getting home just in
time to get things started before the doorbell rang.  She wore another
dress, just as sexy, if not more, showing a little cleavage and a lot
of leg.  In her hand was a bag with a bottle in it.  
 They made small talk as he opened the wine and then she watched as he
prepared stir fired pork and vegetables and egg roles with rice.  They
talked about the town, her job, her son, his job and life.  She looked
at the pictures on the wall, asking questions.  Soon they sat at the
table, eating the dinner he had made, sipping wine, talking like old
friends.  
 The dinner done, they talked a while, watching the sun slide down the
sky from the deck, his hand slowly slipping into her hand, and they
touched, skin to skin for the first time.  It was like electricity or
something close as they touched and then looked into one anther's eyes
as the sun set.  Finally, she took his hand firmly in hers and stood,
leading him into the living room and up the steps to his bedroom, his
eyes on her firm, round ass as they climbed.  
 They kissed there, at the side of the bed, the only light the dying of
the sun out the windows.  She smelled of her perfume, a light, airy
smell, and her own musk. His hands ran over her back, down to her round
ass, caressing her through her dress.  She pushed him back then, her
hands on his shoulders.  
 "It's been a while for us both, hasn't it?" she asked.
 He nodded, his gut roiling with uncertainty and not a little fear of
this beautiful, intelligent woman who was seducing him.  She smiled at
him and kissed him again as she reached behind her back and unzipped
her dress.  He froze as she shucked it, exposing a lace bra holding up
her generous breasts and the creamy skin of her shoulders.   She kissed
him deeper as his hands ran over her back and shoulders, her hands now
exploring him, finding his hard cock in his pants caressing it through
the material.  
 They slowly undressed one another then, a piece of clothing at a time,
exploring each other, kissing and touching.  Her breasts were snowy
pillows topped with pink nipples, her legs strong and smooth, her ass
round and incredibly soft to the touch, yet firm.  Her pubic hair was
tightly trimmed and he could smell her musk as he kissed her thighs as
she lay back on his bed.  He was naked except for his boxers as she
pushed him over on his back and straddled him.  
 She pulled his boxers off, then touched him and kissed his cock,
stroking it as she examined it.  
 "It's beautiful," she murmured as she took it in her mouth.  He
thought he would cum in a few moments, but she pulled back, her hand
caressing his balls as she kissed her way up to his mouth.  
 "I don't want to finish quickly," she said.
 "Me either," he countered, kissing her deeply, his hand on one of her
soft, warm breasts.  She climbed on top of him then, straddling him,
rising to pull him up, pointing him at her entrance.  Slowly, very
slowly she pushed down, her eyes closed as he gripped her hips, his
cock slowly entering her warm, wet cunt.  She sighed and let out a
little whimper as he entered, popping into her.  
 "Oh, god, you feel so nice," he said, amazed at how good it felt to be
in her, to penetrate her.  He closed his eyes then and put his armes
over his head, lettinghimself enjoy the feeling of being in her as she
slowly moved up and down, her body trembling slightly as she fucked
him.  
 "It's been so long," she said, running her hands over his hair chest,
finally pressing all the way down, arching her back as he entered her
fully.  "I, I forgot how good this felt."
 Slowly they fucked, her ass rising and falling as he met her downward
stroked with upward strokes, her body trembling as they make love.  His
hands cupped and caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples as she
sighed and shuddered.  Finally she opened her eyes, her beautiful green
eyes and looking into his in the dim light and he could see she was
coming, her brow knit, her mouth open as she tried not to cry out, but
failed, her cry filling the room.  
 "Oh, oh, oh, my god!" she said, her body ridged, her legs and arms
trembling as she orgasmed.  He could not hold back any lover either,
emptying himself into her at the same moment, his hot cum exploding
into her.  She closed her eyes then, trying to contain herself, finally
falling forward onto him, kissing him as the last of his cum drained
into her.
 He held her then, his hands running over her back, touching her
perfect, white skin as she trembled.  Tears dripped onto his chest as
she lay on him and she shook as he kissed her, tasting her tears of
joy.  
 "Shshssh... It's Ok," he said.
 "It's better, much better than OK... it, I never thought I'd find
someone again.  I never thought I would have the chance again," she
whispered to him, then kissed him.  
 "I guess we have another chance, both of us," he whispered back.
 "Yes, yes, we do, one last chance," she said, kissing him, holding him
there in the darkness.
 It was near midnight when they walked, out on the deck, carrying wine
glasses, wearing robes.  He held her as they watched the moon rise
above the channel, a silver disk in the sky.  They drank a toast then,
to their one, last chance.

