Art Feasible

After my divorce I moved back to a little town in Florida that I haven’t been to in about ten years. I was looking for a clean start on life again away from my ex who now lives a little over four hundred miles away. I think that will be far enough so that her and I won’t run into each other occasionally. By the way, my name is Peter, I am sixty years old, five foot six inches tall, salt and pepper hair, about fifty pounds overweight and have a sexual appetite greater then what I did when back in my twenties and thirties. I just can’t get enough pussy.
While sitting in my apartment with nothing to do I thought back about a yearly art feasible that comes to a near-by town. I decided why not go. I have never been to an art feasible in all my years roaming this earth. Maybe I will find something interesting there that I might want to buy for the house.
I was browsing for about an hour now and in the back of one of the tents displaying black and white photo art I see this woman that looked very familiar. As she turned around and started heading out of the tent I saw her face. It was my old neighbor from twenty years ago. Her name was Lori, five foot one inch tall, fifty-six years old, red hair, bright blue sparkling eyes and still a body that turned heads as she walked by. Damn! She’s still as hot as ever and doesn’t seem to be aging all that much. For a fifty-six year old woman she looks at least ten years younger. I sure would love to strap her hot box around my cock.
As she walked by in the next isle over I yelled out, “HOW ARE YOU LORI!” She turned and saw me and immediately a big smile came across her face. She ran towards me, gave me a big hug, kiss on the cheek and said, “Long time since we have seen each other. How are you doing and have you moved back to town or just visiting?” she asked.
I moved back to town about three months ago, found an apartment and plan on sticking around for a while. I divorced the woman I left town with. She developed a heavy gambling habit and because I wouldn’t give her money to throw away she cut my sex life off. You know I can’t go long without a piece of tail. Maybe you and her husband, Dan, would like to go out for dinner one evening at my expense.
She said, “So you don’t know? Dan and I divorced four years ago. He turned to be very demanding and abusive. Heavy into drinking also.”
I really never said this to you but I could see that he wasn’t her type. I never liked him from the first day I met him and always felt that there was something wrong with him. It doesn’t take me long to pick up on people and know what they are all about. Just give me twenty minutes talking with someone and I will know the type of person they are. I was only nice to him because you loved him.
Lori: Why didn’t you ever tell me her feelings about him? You know that I always listened to you; I put much trust in her wisdom of thought and feelings toward people. I may never have married him. I always came to you for advice instead of going to Dan or anyone else.
Peter: Do you have a pen and paper in that monster pocketbook of hers?
Lori: Let me look, why? Here you go.
I wrote my address and phone number on it and told Lori to feel free to visit or phone anytime she wanted to talk. I have missed our little talks over the years.
Lori: I will be sure to call you soon and don’t be surprised if one day I knock on her door unexpectedly for a visit.
Peter: You know you will always be welcome in my home. Oh! If you aren’t involved with anyone right now, would you like to have dinner with me tonight? I sure would love the company and conversation of a female friend. Especially one that looks as beautiful as you.
Lori: I would love her company at dinner tonight. What time?
Peter: I’ll pick you up at seven tonight. Do you still live at the same place? We’ll go dancing after if you are up to it. Mind you that I’m still not a great dancer so wear steel toes shoes if you have them. I do love to try my luck at slow dancing every chance I get.
Lori: That would be fine. I’ll see you later on. I’ll be waiting for you and ready by seven.
I walked around the Art Feasible for about another hour and then left for home, purchasing nothing. Everything was so over priced that I didn’t feel like the things that I liked where worth the money.
It has been a long time since I have seen and talked to my old friend and neighbor Lori. From our surprise meeting at the art feasible till seven o’clock now, it has seemed like the longest day I have ever put in. But none the less, here I was parked in her driveway and knocking on her door.
I heard Lori yell out, “Be right there. The door is open, come in, sit down and make herself at home.”
Five minutes later Lori is walking out from her bedroom. At first site my eyes got big, mouth hung open and dewing and my cock tenting my pants out.