Eric stroked Wendy’s hair as she turned her smouldering gaze upon him. Instinctively, Eric drew her into a kiss. Wendy’s lips parted and her tongue snaked into his mouth. For a few moments, they knew only passion, ecstasy and the carefree contentment of two lovers sharing a soul.
“So, you enjoyed it then?” Eric said huskily.
“Mmmmm, I haven’t felt that good in years,” Wendy purred, arching her back in a long stretch.
The fires of lust flared up in Eric as he beheld her. Oh, what a body she had! Curves of such rare grace, all the way from neck to calves, with a face that could charm royalty.
Eric couldn’t help himself. He kissed Wendy on the cheek, then the throat, then slowly proceeded to work his way to her big toe. She purred like a cat as he did so.
Wendy raised her leg as Eric proceeded along it, urging him to stand up so she could drink in the sight of his limber, clean-limbed body. She recalled how their eyes had met by the poolside earlier that day. Even before they had shared a word, it seemed they knew this was how things would end.
Once Eric had finished, he stood up fully and stretched.
“I need to get back to my room, Wendy,” he sighed. “We shouldn’t be seen in here together.”
“Watch out for the nurses,” she warned him.
“No problem,” he chuckled, gathering his clothes. “I’ll just pretend I’m sleepwalking. After all, it’s what old men do, isn’t it?”
Eric Sharp and Wendy Bertram, combined age 151, shared a mischievous laugh and a final kiss, before Eric dressed and slipped out into the corridors of their west Florida retirement village.