I am 73, and alone. My spouse died almost eight years ago now and my children have moved to take or keep jobs. Such is life, but I am blessed with reasonably good health, still sound of mind and able to live on my own.

But I am lonely and bored. To solve that I started to play bridge, which keeps the mind working. The American Contract Bridge League doesn’t want any talking during matches, so the interaction with others is limited. I have thus taken to visiting museums and other sites around home for about a hundred mile radius.

It was at one of those in early February where I saw a former morning TV announcer, one that I enjoyed listening to, as she seemed a little adventurous without being crazy risky. She seemed to like similar foods as me, which I gathered from some of the interaction between the two announcers. She does like pizza, which I can take or leave, preferably leave given what is commonly available, but that’s hardly a huge issue. She was kind of short and I am kind of tall at 6’4”. She was a Mexican American, which was just fine with me, so I took the opportunity to go up and tell her how much I missed her on the morning show. I did mention I was glad she no longer had to get up at 2 or 3 in the morning to be on air by 6 AM.

She turned out to be very nice and told me how she didn’t miss the hours, but had made so many friends and learned so much on the show over her five years. Her first name was Angel, and we had a very pleasant conversation. I invited her to walk with me as we looked through the museum, to which she agreed. It was a very pleasant visit and she accepted my invitation to buy her a late lunch. It was almost 4 in the afternoon when I apologized and said I had to drive back home, which was about 80 miles away. She asked where and then volunteered that her family home was some ways past that. She went down there as often as she could, as she had a limited social life. I laughed and said that I was probably a bit too old for her but had very much enjoyed our time together. She agreed that it had been enjoyable.

I never managed to get any contact information from her though.

It was about a month or so later when I visited the museum on the old fort not far from my house one Saturday. I noticed her off to one side looking at a display of old submachine guns, so turned and walked over. One of the docents was trying to explain the differences between the M3 and the M3A1 submachine guns, but he was not well informed. “May I explain it?” I asked.

He looked a bit confused but said “Sure”.

“The intent was to make a simple cheap firearm for truck drivers, tankers and others who seldom fought with small arms, while making it effective and reliable. The M3A1 further simplified the original M3 and brought the price per gun down to around $28 each.”

Angel laughed, “I gather you are rather familiar with them?” I nodded, “I was in tanks in the Army, so we had them until they were replaced by M-16s, which got damaged much more easily.” She nodded and took my arm, then looked the docent and said “Thank you so much for your time, I’ll just make Art here explain things now”. We spent a couple of hours walking around the museum and talking. It was every bit as pleasant as the first time. She finally said she had to leave, but this time I put my hand up. “Before you run off this time, may I have some contact information so we might coordinate future explorations?” She acted all put out with a big smile on her face “Guys!, next you’d want my sizes to buy me a birthday gift or something.”

I chuckled “Well now that you mention it...” I got a fake dirty look. She pulled out her phone “OK, put your mobile number in here and I’ll send you ways to get ahold of me, then you will send me your information, right?”

“Um well of course. And you will send measurements then?” This dirty look didn’t look so fake.

I texted her that evening about some places we could visit and told her how much I had enjoyed today. She agreed that it had been fun and would enjoy more time together. I made some lame comment about hoping she didn’t mind being seen with a man so much older than she was. Her response was that she would just explain she was employed taking old and infirm people around. I said, “Thanks a lot!” She posted several laughing face emojis and said that my age wasn’t a big concern, as it meant I would be less likely to try to take advantage of her. I laughed, wishing I was younger so I could, but reality said otherwise. We ended up agreeing to meet that coming weekend to tour a local old west site, about 30 miles from my house and I agreed to make an early dinner afterward. <div> </div> <p>

That visit was fun and even more enjoyable. The old town was weathered, and you could sense the history. Fortunately it hadn’t been overrun with trinkets from Japan or China yet. There were a few old timers who told stories of ‘back when’ for tips. I wasn’t so sure the stories were true, but they were fun anyway. We both enjoyed the time together and talked about what might have been true and what likely wasn’t. Angel seemed to have done a lot of reading on the old west and life back then.

I had decided to be different and bring bread to the baker so to speak. I made a Mexican chili recipe that my mother had acquired in Mexico City many decades ago. The recipe had no chili powder, and the meat was cut up, not ground, because neither of those things was available when this recipe was written down!

My gamble paid off; she loved it. It was pretty darned spicy too, and I know few of my Anglo friends could have eaten it. We continued to talk, and when

I thought she was getting up to leave, she instead hugged me and pulled me down for a kiss. WOW! And you can’t fly on one wing as they say, so we adjourned to my recliner, and she ended up on my lap as we made out. I am not sure it was ever chaste, but it sure went WAY beyond anything I had ever expected, although I was not complaining. She left rather later than planned but said “It’s not a problem, as I can be home or with my family in an hour from here.” I sure missed her almost immediately. <div> </div> <p>

The next visit was to an art show up near her apartment after which we went to her place to eat. Angel excused herself to get out of her jeans and sweatshirt, as she was much too warm and didn’t like clothes that fit so tightly either. I did, as she had a nice full backside that her jeans showed off very nicely. The sweatshirt did nothing for her in my opinion.

She came back out wearing a loose green patterned house dress or maybe it was a lounging dress. It hung from the shoulders with large sleeves and hung about halfway down her calves. I was able to control my excitement. She started to make tacos, which are nothing like what you get in a fast food place. They had lots of flavor, a bit of spiciness and three or four of them were a meal. We had that and a cold beer, then adjourned to the living room where we talked about what we had seen, what we would have liked to have seen, and a few items we were thinking about going back for, maybe. She moved from sitting in a chair next to the love seat I was on, to the love seat where we kissed and snuggled some until she moved to my lap. A little innocuous exploring quickly told me that the cotton was thin and allowed touching that was almost skin on skin. It also told me that there was nothing under it. We were kissing and rubbing when I discovered that those big sleeves had really big arm holes, so I had access to her breasts with no cotton in the way. That also ratcheted up her response from a seven to a nine or better. I was even able to pull it far enough to get my lips on her left breast, which got a very positive reaction. So, time to go up under the contraption from the bottom. Nothing in the way, home plate was clear and ready although well furred. I thought I even felt a bit of lubrication, or maybe that was just natural. I went to work with fingers and thumb. I soon had two fingers up in her working on her G-Spot while my thumb worked her clit in various ways. It didn’t take long, and Angel had a huge orgasm which came with a big squirt of fluids. It took her a few moments to come down and then she got upset about having passed water. I told her she had not, but had instead ejaculated, much as a man would. She didn’t care, her dress was all wet and she got up “I need to get a shower and some clean clothes. I am so embarrassed.” I chuckled “Yup, and my pants are no better.” She looked and saw that the whole front of my slacks was soaked too. “Oh, no! I’ll wash them for you, but I have nothing to give you to wear.” I stood up and shrugged “I am going to need a shower too, so since we got dirty together, we may as well get clean together.”

“ART!, we can’t do that, why we’d both be naked.” I laughed “Yes, we will, and is that so bad? I’ll wash your back and you can wash mine.” Angel’s eyes narrowed slightly. “It’s not my back I am concerned about.” I laughed again “Me either but might as well get it clean too.” She tried to give me