Choice Tales from the Vale – (018) Acting Their Ages

 

Yvonne Maher was a fifty-one-year-old divorcee and Tom Haggerty was fifty two and a widower and they were both spending there latter middle years alone.

Neither of them had children from their respective marriages and had no extended family to speak of.

They also shared the dubious honour of having dallied with younger lovers, much younger lovers.

Yvonne lived alone in a large detached Georgian house in a well-heeled leafy corner of Shallowfield

Yvonne was only just over fifty, but none the less she was the wrong side of that particular milestone, but she wasn’t a lonely divorcee because Yvonne had a wide circle of friends.

 

Tom Haggerty lived in a quaint Tudor cottage in a quiet suburb on the posh side of Childean.

He was fifty-two years old and recently widowed and immediately after his wife’s death he seemed to suddenly appear on the radar of the local spinster’s, widows and divorcees in and around his own age.

 

Tom had had a short breathless affair with a 23-year-old yoga teacher which he ended.

But since being on his own, truly on his own he had harked back to his youth and the days before his six pack became victim to too many six packs.

His middle-aged physique tended more towards the party seven than a six pack.

He also reflected on his old girlfriends of the day with their firm buttocks, flat stomachs and gravity defying breasts which stirred his loins in his lustful nostalgia.

Part of him wanted to return to those carefree days of youth.

When all that teenage sex was so wonderful, when he had such limited sexual experience, and so much of the fun was in the learning.

All the reminiscing left him with a certain longing, but he knew the past could not be relived or recaptured.

 

At the same time Yvonne had gone through a long exhausting affair with an estate agent 25 years her junior.

And although he stimulated every cell in her body with monotonous regularity for the sake of her health and sanity she decided she would look after her own wants and needs and kicked him into touch.

What she craved was something he couldn’t give her.

She was looking for a companion, a confidant and a friend and not just someone to bang her brains out.

 

One of Tom’s biggest gripes at having such a young girlfriend was the dullness of her pillow talk.

Wendy was born into a generation that had so many means of communication at their disposal, yet she still had nothing meaningful to say.

There was a lot to be said for being with a woman who was wrinkle free and supple, but it was what was said afterwards that he craved.

 

Yvonne was immensely flattered at her age to attract the attentions of such a young lover, but the price for such toe-curling sexual encounters was too high to pay.

What she longed for was to be with someone with life experience, someone she could have a proper conversation with in between the love making or even instead of it.

It didn’t have to be deep and meaningful converse just a bit more intellectual than he said/she said.

 

What Tom and Yvonne both wanted was someone they could talk too, not about anything earth shattering, it could be as simple as a common history or shared knowledge, someone who knew the name of the dragon in Ivor the Engine, or someone who watched Brief Encounter and didn’t think it was funny, someone who had heard of Biafra, Aberfan and the Torrey Canyon or remembered when there were only three TV channels.

Someone who remembered being able to play music at the wrong speed on a gramophone and who remembered having to wait for the black and white TV set to warm up.

Just someone who understood what the other was saying and wouldn’t stare vacantly at you when you mentioned an event that happened pre-1990.

 

Both of them had put a stop to their respective cradle snatching relationships and put their hopes in something more age appropriate and eventually their wishes were answered one day when a mutual friend introduced them to each other at a dinner party.

The friend was Lynn Cooper who lived on Teardrop Lake, her daughter Jane did the cooking.

During the course of the evening in between the main course and desert Tom leant over and asked

“Do you remember 8 track stereo?”

Yvonne smiled and nodded and all at once realised the significance of the question.

 

They both got their wish answered and they had their first date a week later which presented them both with more concerns.

Whenever you reach a certain age in life you will have acquired to a greater or lesser degree an unfortunate body shape and gravity becomes your enemy and a simple mirror becomes something to be avoided.

He never had doubts when he was doing the horizontal jog with the widows and spinsters but this time the image in the mirror dented his self-confidence, this time it mattered.

It was completely irrational, after all it was the same out of shape middle-aged body that had “Bendy Wendy” wetting her knickers all summer long.

His face had stood the test of time and he was genuinely quite presentable for his age when dressed in an expensive suit, it was just when he was out of it he was likely scare the animals.

He really liked Yvonne and he was hoping that would be reciprocated and he would get lucky and without being conceited he was confident he could leave her satisfied, so to speak, he’d made Wendy scream more than once.

If he got that far with Yvonne, he was sure she wouldn’t regret it but his great fear was that he would leave her disappointed with his natural appearance, she might have a more refined palette.

He wanted to fulfil his hope of soon reaching a level of intimacy with the not unattractive divorcée Yvonne Maher.

 

Yvonne had been having much the same internal discussion as she stood before her own mirror the only difference was that she had been doing it for three hours longer.

Her body was in quite good shape she hadn’t given birth or had a hysterectomy, so her body had not reached the level of decline that some of her contemporaries had.

Plus, she had been put through a long intimate summer workout by the gardening Estate Agent which had kept her well limbered up.

Finally, she deemed herself satisfied with the final look, she just hoped it would suffice for him.

She had high hopes of Tom Haggerty, she was hopeful he might fill the hole in her life.

She sniggered at the thought of him filling her hole as she dressed in her most flattering silk undergarments complete with stockings and suspenders.

 

Yvonne had spent five hours getting ready which involved applying endless lotions, potions, creams and balms as well as expensive underwear.

And all the time she was dressing she was imagining Tom undressing her.

And when she looked at the final result of her efforts in the mirror, she had no doubts at that moment she would get Tom into the bedroom but with everything removed she was worried he might not want to go back for seconds.

 

The date went very well, dinner at the Brown Windsor in Shallowfield and then back to Yvonne’s for coffee.

The kiss came while they waited for the kettle to boil and the moment their lips met Tom was more concerned about bringing Yvonne to the boil.

They were both strangely nervous, so Yvonne went upstairs on her own to prepare herself and Tom followed ten minutes later and undressed quickly on the landing.

He slipped silently into the semi darkness of the room and she was already in bed and he quickly joined her.

Yvonne turned onto her side as he got in and they cuddled up face to face, as his hands caressed her, he found she was naked but for her lace topped stockings, and he liked that very much.

They kissed then in the semi darkness and Yvonne signalled her intent when she took hold of his cock.

The kiss grew with intensity as Toms hands sort out first her plump breast and then her welcoming lips which opened like the petals of a flower and he frigged at her wetness as she continued to play with his shaft until he rolled her onto her back.

As he climbed on board her thighs parted obligingly and she gripped his cock once moor only this time she guided it between her eager lips, and he slowly slid into her.

Yvonne held her breath momentarily at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth as she received all of him.

 

She writhed beneath him and moaned softly as her stocking clad thighs gripped him then she squirmed as she reached that ecstatic point, the breathless hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.

Tom looked down on her as she softly moaned and writhed as she came with a deliciously sweet utterance that briefly preceded his own climax.

 

“That’s more like it” Tom said to himself as he withdrew from her and she let out a sigh.

And as they lay cuddling in the afterglow Yvonne thought to herself

“That was very acceptable”

They had made love for the first time, and that was the difference, making love was so much nicer than just having sex.

There may not have been any risk of being orgasmed to the point of unconsciousness by Tom but nonetheless the whole evening, particularly the last part of it was

“Very acceptable indeed”

At the same time Tom was thinking that while Yvonne may not have been as agile, pliable or have the same stamina as a woman half her age, like Bendy Wendy, but Yvonne was just what he was looking for.

And as they lay breathless in the darkness, they had the most banal and trivial conversations into the small hours and when they had finished instead of making love again they just cuddled up and went to sleep.

There would be plenty of time for more love making and many other interesting conversations.