I don't suppose we're going to have any kids to tell this story to, but I met my husband by the pool. Having just finished up my morning run, weight training, stretch, and cooled off with a dip, I'd settled on a lounger to catch my breath.
Turned around to catch some rays through the high windows around the pool, I tuned out the kids laughing, and splashing around. Pitter-patter of little feet, I don't really understand them. Children, they're like little aliens from another planet, or I guess I'm the odd one out.
On the breeder planet, I just sighed, and ignored them. Gave serious thought to dosing when I got splashed from behind, and jumped with the shock.
"Sorry, about that." Cade came up, and scolded his grandsons. Splashing each other, but he got my immediate attention. I stammered out my forgiveness, but oh man!
Gorgeous, if you have a taste for older men. Tall, salt and paprika hair, bright green eyes, and a fantastic smile. He sat down next to me, and we talked. He couldn't help noticing from the way I speak, I don't lisp, but neither do I try to sound manly.
He guessed, "You're gay."
I guessed, "I don't hide it very well." My immediate attraction to him, there's something about the way a man's body ages, when he doesn't let himself go. Athletic, but wirey. Not bulky at all, but he doesn't have an ounce of fat, and freckles all over.
"Well," he glanced down. "You might want to." Grinning, while I folded the corner of the towel over my crotch. Like a blanket, I turned on my side, and just let it hang over my hip. Discreetly adjusted the hardness in my speedo, while he kept an eye out. "I, uh." He kept grinning, charmingly, and hesitated a little shyly while some unrelated kids ran bye. "I have to drop the grandkids off at their mom's, but I'm free after that, or at least reasonably cheap."
He winked, and got up, but had to adjust the gusset in his old fashioned trunks. My heart beat out of control, just from being hit on out in public, and I probably should hide it better. My homosexuality, this is a fairly Moderate area, but that means some liberals, and some conservatives. Hate-crimes aren't unheard of, but he walked by, hand and hand with a little boy and girl. "You going to hang out, for a little while longer?"
"I'll be out front." Waiting expectantly. I chain smoked, like a schoolgirl on prom night. I don't know, I always thought of myself as maybe a little transexual? I like to think of myself as pretty, and work on my body. Dress to accentuate it, and set off my grey eyes. I wish I'd worn the green hat, to reflect the color of the bill to match, but instead went with a tight lemon tank top, Royal blue cap, almost Cobalt with the deep saturated hue, and cut-off blue jeans.
I just don't want to clash, but I must say that he does know how to dress. Earth tones, but a deep green, brown ripstop cargo shorts, not short shorts, about halfway up from the knee, but still. A lot of leg, long lean muscular freckled hairy legs, and again I'm struck by the tastes of normal, even most of the other gays I know.
They seem to like boring, poreless waxed smooth skin, but he picked me up in a burgundy coupe. Not a sports car, far from it. More like an economy car without the hatchback, but a simple 3 cylinder engine, "Great fuel economy," he said, "After my wife died, I." He took a deep breath, "Huh, I loved her. Dearly, but in my time, there were things that we just didn't talk about."
"Like being gay?" He's not faggy, at all. Which is good, I like men. Not too manly, to the point that it gets annoying, but I've always been the girl. I know lots of guys say that there doesn't have to be a girl in the relationship, but. "I understand if you just want to hook up, but I really want something more."
"A relationship?"
"If that would be all right?" I nodded, "I like sex, I do, but I get emotionally attached quick. It's just heartbreaking when most older guys lead you on, only to leave you when they get what they want."
"Sounds pretty predatory. You know, I've never done anything like this before?"
"Picked up a guy at the pool?"
"No, dated. Honestly, I haven't dated since college, but I'm willing to figure it out." He took my hand, and I felt the texture of his thigh. On the back of my hand, and rubbed the web of his thumb with mine. "Is it possible for sexuality to change?"
"I'm sure I don't know, but it's not unheard of."
"Honestly, I don't know whether I wanted to think I was straight, or it changed after Carmen died, but I don't know." He shook his head. "You hungry?"
"Starving."
"Well, I know a great Mediterranean place around the corner, if that would be all right?"
"Yeah, that sounds lovely."
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Author
Inspirational credit goes to NYAP for "Is Older Better?" INS about that, but it's come to my attention that we could use a little more mature characters in this sexion.