Older Woman Younger Man Novels & Stories

The younger man ignored his question but rather walked over to the wine cellar, pushing the sliding glass door aside and grabbing the desired bottle of his favorite wine, a glass and a platter filled with grapes, he made his way toward the lounge area, placing his desires on the table, he popped a grape into his mouth, humming sweetly to himself as he poured a glass filled with golden goodness. The older man watched impatiently as the boy made himself at home, he wasn't ready to entertain him but he couldn't say no or usher the boy out, in as much as they hated each other he still loved him knowing that if anything were to happen to him he would be left childless, he was old and it wasn't as

The old man's eyes, red-rimmed from unshed tears, met hers. "May I?" Gina asked softly, nodding toward the photograph. The elderly gentleman's gaze hesitated, then released, allowing Gina to gently take the photo from his hand. As she gazed at the faded image, a story unfolded before her eyes: a loving couple, smiling, surrounded by laughter and joy. Tears welled up in Gina's eyes, mirroring the old man's. "Who is she?" Gina whispered, her voice barely audible. The old man's voice cracked, "My wife... my Linda. We were married 57 years... She passed away a few minutes ago."

“Hi, Arthur,” I say softly, and he smiles when he straightens up. Aaron does the same, bows and touches my hand to his forehead. “Hi, Aaron. It’s nice to see you again,” I tell him, unsure what else to say. As he returns my greeting, the old woman catches my eye again, and she’s still staring. I smile at her, hoping it’ll bring her closer, but even as she steps toward me, an older man stops her and pulls her to speak with someone else.

he said. With that confirmation, I slumped my shoulder, disappointed as tears continue to flow down my cheeks. Lovi reached out to wipe my tears dry. Then they both helped and supported me to stand up, and I kept my gaze straight on the car that was parked nearby. I was still scrutinizing the car when it suddenly opened, where an old man got out of the car and welcomed the younger woman approaching his car. They kissed and wrapped into a tight embrace, then the old man went to the passenger side and opened the door to let the woman in. Then he circled on the other side and entered the driver's seat. They settled for a few seconds, then eventually drove away from the area.

computers. “Damsel, you resemble a curious kitten. Is this your first time here?” an old man with a pot belly inquired, but I ignored him. He was a senior citizen who looked to be in his fifties. He should be at home caring for his grandchildren, but instead, he is flirting with a young adult who has only recently reached adulthood. “Yeah, it is my first time here,” I responded emotionlessly, and he seemed. He picked up a knife from the drink tray and repeatedly clicked it into his wine glass to draw the attention of the others present.

With searching brown eyes staring up at the ceiling, the man blew puffs of cigarette smoke into the air, dragging the cigar out of his lips. A slow knock on the door was heard. A smile curved by the side of his peach lips. Loud thumping footsteps were accompanied by the deep chuckling of a young man. "I've been waiting for you" came the hoarse voice of the man. "It's not easy doing this but I'm glad I'm back on track" the young man told him as he stood behind the sofa. With a sharp bolt from the sofa, the older man turned to face his counterpart before engulfing him in a hug.

The old man was wearing a white boxing uniform, and despite his old age, his skin was rosy and his footfalls steady, an indicator of his vitality and great spirit! The woman next to him looked to be in her early twenties and was extremely beautiful. She was wearing a pink track suit which made her look even younger and fresh-faced than she was already. Her arm was laced around the old man's, and it was clear from this interaction that they were extremely close. As they entered, she eyed the people in the room curiously.

she greeted again while the old man turned towards her. “Today is the long awaited day, you should get prepared” the old man whispered. “Yeah, but the time is 4pm” she giggled. “Alright” the old man said to Maya who was now facing him directly. The old man pulled Maya Gillian close and gave her a very deep kiss, Maya returned it kissing the old man hungrily like she wanted to eat him up. The old man was obviously very romantic, much more than a young man.