"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, letting himself 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.