"There is no if. I'll be back."
"There's something you ought to know about me, in case you haven't guessed."
"Let me guess. You wrote the book I've been reading."
I nodded.
"Let me tell you something I lied about earlier. I wasn't on my way to Lake Arrowhead. I was on my way here to meet you. The book I pulled off the shelf I ordered from Amazon last Thursday. I read an article of yours on a blog and it said you lived up here."
"Did your car get stuck?"
"Yes! And the roof wouldn't go up fast enough and I got soaked. I let myself turn into the bitch and almost ruined everything."
"I'm glad you came to visit."
"Forgive me?"
"Promise you won't lie to me again?"
"Yes. I promise."
"Then you're forgiven."
"One more thing. I have clothes in a suitcase in the trunk of my car."
"I like how you've dressed since you arrived."
Her hand found my penis and stroked it slowly until she was holding my engorged cock and I was feeling a desire to fill her. I rolled over on top of her and slid into her as if we had been lovers for many comfortable years.
Her legs wrapped around my hips and she looked into my eyes.
"Sometimes I love the slow, gentle love making and sometimes I want to be taken hard and forcefully. Please take me! I want to feel it hours from now."
My hands brought her legs up by her chest and I slammed into her as hard and fast as my aging body would allow. She urged me on and thrust to meet every thrust I made. When I came inside her I bellowed and she stopped the bellow by kissing me.
When I pulled out of her she turned and sucked me clean. I sucked all our combined juices from her and then we snuggled again.
"Abi, how old are you?"
"Does it matter?"
"Only if you're under eighteen."
"Thanks. I'm thirty-two."
"I'm sixty."
"I know. Born November eighth."
"When is your birthday?"
'November tenth."
"I'll remember."
After a while we got up, stoked the fire, made and ate dinner then went back to bed. I liked how she felt next to me in the bed. I liked the noises she made when she was asleep. In the morning I watched her sleep for a while and when she woke up she looked at me and smiled. Her rent was paid in full.
She made breakfast and I dressed and got her suitcase from her car. We ate and then I set to the task of getting her car drivable. She showered and dressed. When she was ready she came out the car with her purse and suitcase. The engine was running and it was warming up the inside of her car.
"When can I come back?"
"The first weekend of next month?"
"I'll be here that Friday evening. I wrote my phone number and email address on a paper. It's on your desk."
"Thank you. I'm going to miss you."
"I'll be back."