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address, phone number and she wrote, “does this interest you?”

Come on, you have to laugh. Or maybe you had to see it. Think of your grandmother in a bikini, trying to entice someone like me. Entice me to do what exactly?

Then it got worse.

How could it get worse?

I had visitors. Three or four times a week a woman would show up at the assisted living facility asking for me. Strangers. Some in their sixties, others close to my age. Others with some aide helping them with their wheelchair or walker.

They invited me to dinner or a movie. Some invited me for more; by that I mean a night at a fancy hotel or a not-so-fancy roadside motel. About the movie: I’d probably have to get up two or three times to pee.

Now, to get back to those nurses, etc. “Mr. Murton, you’ve become quite the talk of the facility and beyond,” one nurse smiled at me, as she changed the bedding while I had the TV on. “I know you have an aide that helps you bathe and get dressed in the morning, but I’d be glad to help you with your bath.” She smiled at me. Was she suggesting what I thought she was suggesting?

As you might suspect the aide who helped me bathe and dress was male. This was a thirty-year-old woman.

A female doctor, insisted on personally giving me my annual physical. A physical I’d had just four months ago. Maybe annual doesn’t mean what I think it means. “Given your age, I’m curious about your heart, liver, lung capacity, the whole nine yards.”

A medical secretary, Mrs. Sandy Gordon, sat near-by taking notes, observing.

“Mr. Murton, I’m Dr. Renate Baumgartner, I’m a men’s health specialist. I’m curious about your sexual history and what you told that news reporter. At your age do you still get erections?”

“Ummmmm, well it has been a while, perhaps ten years, maybe more.”

“Even at eighty, that’s still very impressive. Do you remember what caused your erection then?”

“Are you sure you want to know? I know you’re a doctor, but you’re both still ladies.”

“There’s not much that I haven’t seen or heard.”

I took a deep breath, “at my age, I’m almost embarrassed to say that cunnilingus is likely the only way to encourage an erection.”

Neither woman had an expression on her face, but I noticed they made brief eye contact.

Dr. Baumgartner finished her examination. Mr. Murton, you are surprisingly healthy for a man your age. Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.”

“I hope that includes Scotch.”

She laughed and patted my knee. “I’ll see you in six months.”

As for Mrs. Gordon, she hadn’t said much but smiled at me as she left.

I’d never seen Mrs. Gordon before, nor did I expect to see her again. Surprisingly, I saw her that very night.

Just as I returned from dinner, there was a knock on my apartment door. “Mr. Murton, do you remember me?”

“Of course, Mrs. Gordon. My memory isn’t what it used to be, but I never forget a pretty lady. Please come in.”

“Thank you Mr. Murton and one correction, it’s Miss Gordon; I’m divorced, but please call me Sandy.”

“I was just going to have an after-dinner Scotch, join me?”

She actually got the glasses, the ice and the bottle.

“Cheers.” We raised our glasses.

Sandy Gordon was tall and thin. Her hair was perfectly done. I’d guess she was about half my age. “Mr. Murton, you’re probably wondering why I’m here. I couldn’t help but be curious about what you said this morning.”

“About what?”

“I’m almost embarrassed to say, but since you brought it up. I’m talking about your erections and cunnilingus.”

“Oh, that. You know that was a decade ago.”

“Mr. Murton, could I interest you in discovering why I’m called Sandy? My real name is Janet.”

Sandy or is it Janet, didn’t wait for my answer. She unzipped her skirt on the side and stood before me in just a pair of bikini panties. “Once you see the rest, I hope that causes you a little excitement.”

Sandy slipped off those panties and sat back on my couch; legs spread. Her bush was indeed the color of sand. As for the erection she was hoping for, the best I can say is that I felt a little movement.

“Mr. Murton, I’m offering you my pussy. I’d like you to show me how you perform cunnilingus. You must have had lots of experience.”

I was staring. “I-I-I ummm, I’d love to, but I if I get on my knees, I doubt I’ll be able to get up.”

“If you get on your knees, and do what I expect, I’ll help you up.”

I was still staring. I could never have expected anything like this. I hadn’t even thought of pussy since that one time ten years ago, and it was probably another ten years before that, that I’d gotten laid.

Laid? Fat chance of that, but . . .

I struggled to my knees. I couldn’t imagine why a woman her age would be interested in someone like me.

Janet Gordon, as an eighteen-year-old, had an affair with Alan Rouse, a thirty-year-old lawyer. He seduced her. The first time he made love to her, he spent hours making love to her with his tongue. “You have the most perfect pussy; so delicious, and beautiful. The color of sand.”

From then on, he called her Sandy. They stayed together for almost ten years, and Alan preceded every one of their nights making love, making love to her exquisite pussy with his tongue,

You know at my age, I didn’t have much in the way of stamina, but I did lick her pussy. I’d forgotten just how good pussy tasted, or maybe it was Sandy’s pussy.

“Mr. Murton, my clitoris is right there.”

It wasn’t that I didn’t know or had forgotten’ it was just that licking Sandy’s pussy hole was a delight. I’ll freely admit that at my age that eating any pussy was a delight.

But since she insisted, I started.

I guess I didn’t forget how, it just took a while. I mean it’s fair to say I was out of practice and this was a surprise.

“Oooooh, Mr. Murton, oooooooooh, my pussy hasn’t felt this good in ages. You are a marvel, Mr. Murton.”

I was, wasn’t I?

A half hour later, Sandy Gordon put on her panties and her skirt, adjusted her blouse. “Thank you, Mr. Murton.” She kissed me on the cheek. “What if I came back next week and gave you a blowjob?”

“I think I’d have a heart attack,” I laughed.

Sandy Gordon did come back next week. “Mr. Murton, why don’t I get you a Scotch, help you out of your pants and give you the blowjob I promised last week?”

“Like I said last week, I think I’d have a heart attack, but Miss Gordon if you want to try, I won’t stop you.”

I had aides that helped me dress and undress. Sandy wasn’t one of them, but tonight she did help me. “Mr. Murton, it looks like your cock is trying. Let me give it a little encouragement.”

I have no idea what her motive was. I didn’t know what her motive was last week. She was an attractive woman. I’m sure she could find a man her age to give her a thrill.

I sat back on my couch with my Scotch while Sandy got her knees. “Mr. Murton, I’ll bet when you were young, women fell all over you to please you. Thank you for giving me the chance.”

I don’t know how she did it, but I will say it took a long time for my cock to respond. I was surprised, but when it did, Sandy Gordon went wild on it. “Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm,” she sucked.

“I’ve been with a few men, and I was married once, but I’m certain I’ve never had one this big.” Her mouth was back on it.

I have no idea if anything came out but I could feel something I hadn’t felt in ages. My heart was pounding. A nurse took my blood pressure and heart rate every day. I was certain if she took it now, she’d call 911.

“Mr. Murton, I’m sure you could tell, sucking a cock isn’t new to me, but I’ve never enjoyed sucking a cock more than I just did. You’ve still got it. Your cock was marvelous. And so big.”

I had to admit, “Miss Gordon, you weren’t so bad yourself.”

“If you’d like, I’ll see you again soon.”

I woke up the morning after that first time; that was a miracle in itself. I think it did my heart good.

For the next three months, just about every week, Sandy stopped by and I had a Scotch and a blowjob.

Once in a while, she reminded me why she was called Sandy. Damn, her pussy tasted good.

TO BE CONTINUED

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