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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Aging / Maturity
- Published: 01/08/2022
Caught in the act.
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He straightened his tie. He brushed his teeth for what must have been the fourth time that day. He rinsed with mouthwash one more time…just to be safe. He looked in the mirror to give himself one more inspection.
“Well, you can’t get any cuter than that. Wish me luck.”
The image looking back at him from the mirror winked back. A voice popped into his head:
“Don’t forget the after shave!”
He hated the way it made his face sting after a shave, but he heard that woman love the masculine smell it imparts. So he dabbed a bit more on his face…sting or no sting, she was going to see him at his best. One more check in the mirror and he headed out of his small apartment. He walked down the carpeted hallway to her door…and knocked lightly. Then he remembered, and knocked quite a bit harder.
“Just a minute!”
He looked down at his watch, wondering if their relationship had moved far enough along to present her with the exact length of his hovering in the hallway. He would time her. But he would keep it to himself. That made him smile as he thought to himself: “Maybe I am growing up!”
*****
She checked her teeth one more time. Her hair she had done earlier at the Hair Salon. She remembered when she turned beat red when the Beautician said to her:
“Got a hot date do we? Don’t worry Girl, you will break hearts when I get done with you.”
She don’t know why she answered the way she did:
“I do have a hot date. I don’t want to break his heart, I want to melt it.”
“Oh, Girlfriend, you have it bad.”
“Well, I am not a teenager anymore!”
And they both laughed.
Now she had finally decided on the lace blouse, the green pleated skirt, and the white gold silver pendent nestled just at the top of her cleavage. She wanted to appear feminine and desirable…not like some hussy. She looked in the mirror admiring the final result. She smiled and said to herself:
“Well you can’t get any cuter than that! Wish me luck.”
She checked one more time and winked at herself in the mirror. Just then there was a soft tapping at the door…then a loud knocking. She was glad he had remembered.
*****
The Dance went well. They sat out the fast ones, but danced all the slow dances and even a couple of swing numbers. The place was jammed and they were glad to get back to their apartments. Well, her’s first. He was a gentleman and walked her to her place first. They mumbled a few pleasantries to each other…standing very close. He didn’t want to leave…she didn’t want the evening to end.
She put her hands behind her back, leaned against the wall, and just looked up at him for a few minutes. He put one hand on the wall, and leaned in closer. She could smell his aftershave. The feminine parts of her brain approved. Her breath quickened just a bit. She was sure he was going to kiss her. And she was right.
He kept leaning. He could smell the scent of a fresh washed female body, and just a hint of some exotic French Perfume. He admired her Class and her taste in perfumes. He turned his nose just a bit to the side and let his lips softly find a place on hers. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and hoped his hands weren’t clammy. She leaned into the kiss.
*****
“Hey you two! Cut that out! There’s a curfew you know.”
They broke apart hastily, caught in the act. She mumbled a quick: “Call me!”
He whispered back: “Tonight?”
Her laugh made him melt inside.
“No, Silly, for breakfast.”
The door closed. He was humming as he passed the Night Nurse in the Hallway. He even managed to laugh out loud when the Nurse teased him:
“Naughty boy. You should leave those young girls alone.”
“Not this one. She’s special.”
The Nurse studied him for a moment. Raking her eyes over his neatly ironed pants, polished shoes, and collared shirt. The little bow tie gave him a rather “younger than he looks” glow. She smiled with both her eyes and mouth: “Oh, Harold, you are to old to have a crush on a girl."
He smiled as he walked down the carpeted hallway to his small apartment.
“She’s seventy three. I am only Seventy five, that isn’t exactly robbing the cradle. Besides, I did manage to steal a kiss.”
He went in his apartment and set the alarm. He would call her for Breakfast.
In her apartment the little old lady was setting her alarm…she didn’t want to miss his call.
Both fell asleep thinking of how sweet a kiss that was.
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