The old woman bent
Strong long old fingers worked deftly amongst the flower beds.
Faded lined trousers flapped above her ankles and her navy blue jacket and straw hat that had visited three continents, gave shade from the sun and warmth from the wind.
A windy autumn day, carried leaves and dust, the cries of emigrating water fowl and the whisper of a love returning.
The old woman stretched and the curve cleared from her back and she pushed lean arms into the sky and flapped the loose skin affectionately as a cheerful after thought. The idiosyncracies of her body had always amused her.
She stopped wishing for some-else to share the affection she felt for her own body the day he began to love her.
Dropping her arms from the stretch, she put the basket of organic debris from her morning's labour to one side on the path, stepped over it and out of her boots and, enjoying the sensation of her naked feet spreading into the warmth of the garden path, walked to the house.
The kitchen garden led into the kitchen past pots and ornament and discarded pieces of functional metal, wood and plastic. Orderly rows of junk. She paused to straigten a stack of margarine pots that had wobbled whilst waiting to serve their purpose for seedlings or bird seed. Noticing in that microinstant her metamorphosis into her own mother , instead she swept up the whole pile and hip bumped her way into the kitchen. Keeping the movement swift, clean and purposeful she stepped onto the pedalbin pedal and as the lid flicked upward deposited the entire pile into the bin. As swiftly, she gathered the liner and twisted the ties at the top and thrust the entire bundle out of the backdoor to await its journey to the outdoor bins. Satisfied that she had done enough to defy her hoarders instinct to retrieve, she slipped from the kitchen through the one room sitting,parlour, diner,and took herself under the stairs to where a previous occupant had cleverly installed a loo and wash basin and proceeded to address her toilet.
His approach was soft and silent, he slipped his chin into the hollow at her neck, turning his head inward to kiss and then bite as his hands pushed up beneath both blouse and jacket and deftly snapped her bra to allow the heavy smooth hot flesh of her bosom to sink into his hands.
He pulled at the waistband of her trousers and as the tie fell apart, they slipped gently over the round of her hips and pooled at her feet, she wore no knickers and he, already naked from the shower, thrust his always firm and handsome penis between the cheeks of her arse and came hot and sticky, with loving familarity.
They showered together but dressed in different rooms. He was gone within the hour and she ate the remains of yesterdays supper alone. He had made lamb kebabs and had bought a portion of his wife's egg curry.
Later she watched the DVD of his latest film and spoke to her grandchildren on the phone before getting an early night. She was happily tired. As ever, she'd lain awake, watching his beauty whilst he slept. She felt the love swell within her as she quietly masturbated and remembered the sensation of his tongue on hers clitoris and the taste of her cum on his lips.
