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 Chapter 5

   Katherine

   John liked to keep in good shape.  He watched his diet and he tried to
walk several miles every day.  On clear days, the streets or the park were
good locations.  On rainy days, he sometimes went to the mall where other
seniors like him exercised.  In fact, he would often take Charlie to the
mall with him, since Charlie, when not exercising, enjoyed ogling the
women. Often, too, John walked the halls of the building for exercise.  He
would start off on the 6th floor and work his way down to the 1st, and then
back up again.  This had one other advantage.  He often got to meet others
who lived in the building.  That's how he met Katherine.

   Katherine, a 75 year old, lived on the third floor at the far end of the
hallway.  Often, on his walk, would pass Katherine's door and could not
help notice it was opened.  The first time, he noted the neatness of her
apartment.  It was in stark contrast to his which looked lived in.  He
noticed other things in later walks.  For one, she was fond of antiques and
mirrors.  Since her apartment was at the end of the hallway, he often
paused to take more detailed inventories of her apartment.  But he never
saw Katherine.

   One day, however, while glancing at one of the many mirrors in her
apartment, he spotted a reflection of her in the bathroom.  She was naked,
standing before a full-length bathroom mirror, combing her hair.  Her hair
had a beautiful gray blue tint to it as well as length.  She combed it out
in front of her and the hair lay in silky folds over her breasts.  They
were long tubular breasts with dark nipples.  Katherine might be described
as slender when clothed, but naked, she showed a slight roundness in her
stomach, with buttocks of medium proportion.  The stomach and the buttocks
excited John.  He liked a woman with a slight paunch and tubular breasts.
It was clear that Katherine had just stepped out of the shower.  A damp
towel hung from the rack, which stood beside her.  What excited John even
more were the pepper gray hairs on her vagina.  The reflection in the
mirror seemed to accent them.  He hesitated a little, embarrassed by his
voyeurism.  But since no one could see him in the hallway, he succumbed to
his emotions and continued admiring Katherine's body.  It was clear, too,
that Katherine was in the act of admiring her own body.  She took obvious
relish in her appearance and let her hands roam freely over her breasts,
her stomach, her pubic hairs, and her vagina.  As he watched, she directed
more and more of her attention to her crotch.  This little reverie,
however, was interrupted by the sound of the elevator coming to a stop on
the floor, and John continued his walk.  The next day, John resumed his
walking in the building.

   As usual, Katherine's door was open, only this time, he caught a glimpse
of her sitting on her sofa in a short smock.  It was open at the top and
her breasts were in full view.  Her bare feet rested on a hassock with her
legs spread wide.  Unlike the mirror reflection, this view offered a much
better view of her vagina.  It spread wide and one could make out the
entrance clearly.  In fact, it was not hard to imagine her clitoris.  She
caught his eye and motioned for him to come in.  Unsure of himself or the
meaning of her motion, he hesitated.  Katherine rose, came to the door, and
said, "Come on in John." As he entered, she closed the door behind him and
put her arms around him, pressing her vagina hard against John's dick.  The
pressure led to an instant erection, and the bulge massaged her cunt.  With
one hand, she opened John's belt, dropped his pants, and fondled his hard
cock.  They stood this way for several moments, John feeling her buttocks,
breasts, and vagina.  As he imagined while standing in the hallway, her
clitoris was hard and her cunt was hot and wet.  He fell to his knees as
Katherine spread her legs wide, and sucked the wetness outside and inside
her cunt.  She moaned, threw off her smock and fell on the carpeted floor.
John had only enough time to pull down his underwear before he slipped his
hard and throbbing dick into her hot and wet cunt.  It didn't take long for
either to come.  This was the outcome of two days of anticipation and
hallway foreplay.  They both came as one in an unrepressed groan of
ecstasy. For both, it was one of those slow and prolonged orgasms that had
the intensity of a 10 on the Richter scale.  That is how John used to
describe his orgasms.  They ranged between a 1 and 10, ten being the
epitome of sexual joy.  And while Katherine knew nothing of John's scale,
she would have probably agreed that the ecstasy was reciprocated.  It took
each another 10 minutes to get his collective breath back, after which
Katherine offered John a cup of coffee.

   After cleaning up in the bathroom, John returned to Katherine's kitchen
where she sat nonchalantly and comfortably naked sipping her coffee.  It
was John's first studied look at Katherine's body, and he liked what he
saw. She had a gentle face, softened by age and her gray hair.  Her breasts
lost the firmness of youth, but still attracted him.  Her hips were wide,
testimony of the four children she had borne and raised in her 75 years of
life.  Her pubic hairs were dense, grayed and silken to the touch. 
Finally, there was a naturalness and pleasantness to her voice that made
John feel at ease.  They chatted about sundry things for over an hour,
after which John excused himself.  She sent him off saying, "Thanks.  I
needed that."

   John could only whisper, "Anytime!"