Helen, 55
I was fascinated by the way he placed his big hands on my waist and focused on my stockings.
Living with my elderly mother, we struggled to open a large jar of gherkins. So, I brought it to the nearby garage where one of the electricians, who had caught my eye, offered to help. His van, with his name and number, was always parked outside my house. Encouraged by his gesture, I mustered the courage to text him, proposing we go on a date and stop all the playing around.
For our first intimate encounter, Liam booked a Travelodge. Since I was caring for my mother, I couldn’t bring him home. We thought a night away would add a romantic touch. At 45, divorced for eight years, I wanted to feel attractive, so I bought high-waisted lingerie. I became entranced by the feeling of his hands on my waist and his intense focus on my stockings.
During that night, I grew a little annoyed as each time we paused, Liam would take a shower. I began to wonder what was wrong with me. It took me a decade to understand that he is simply a clean freak. Personally, I prefer to continue without interruptions, but Liam likes to wash in between when we have sex multiple times in a row.
Six months later, Liam moved in with me and my mother. We had to be discreet with our sexual activities, but it didn’t decrease in frequency. Since my mother had mobility issues and was hard of hearing, we would give her a Turkish delight and quietly rush upstairs.
After three years together, our lives took a turn. Liam had a motorcycle accident that left him on life support for 11 days. While he survived, he suffered a brain injury and lost most of his eyesight. Making love became even more challenging. To assist, the doctors prescribed Viagra and we spent a lot of time being physically close, lying in bed and simply touching.
Our intimate moments have become less frequent now. In warm weather, we try different positions that are less intense. When it’s cold, we opt for the “winter position” under the covers. We’ve also discovered new ways to connect. On a trip to Crete, we humorously purchased a penis-shaped bottle opener, but we use it for purposes other than opening bottles.
Liam, 57
I pulled her towards me for a kiss. After that, it was all a blur of clothes falling off
I worked as an auto electrician at a garage next to Helen’s house. One day, while I was working on a car, she came over with a large jar of gherkins, hoping to find a strong man to open it for her. I suspect she knew I was there because she had seen my parked van, but I can’t be certain. Helen had blond hair back then, though she has red hair now. She was absolutely stunning. I effortlessly unscrewed the lid like a macho man.
Since my accident, some details have become blurry, but I will always remember the first time we had sex. Helen wore 1950s-style lingerie that captivated me. I placed my hand on the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. From there, it’s all a blur of clothes falling off. I prefer to wash in between sessions, but Helen initially thought I was just being shy and hiding in the bathroom.
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