Older Woman Younger Man Novels & Stories

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.

Moments later, both cups were lifted, and the elderly man's roll was clearly lower than the lean man's. “See? What did I tell you? You're just here to hand me your cash! I won again!" The lean man let out a harsh, piercing cackle, a few discolored, decaying teeth flashing in the process. He aggressively extended his hand toward the elderly man, his voice laced with impatience. “Fork it over. Pay up, old man!" The elderly man held a hundred-dollar bill tightly in his hand, hesitating before offering it. But the instant the lean man's hand shot out to grab it, he sharply pulled his hand back.

As she enter the alley an old hand suddenly touch her hand. " Eh ...old lady , what is it ? " She ask curiously . " Young man , I have these . Can you give us what you have . I have two grandchildren and their father had been sick because of the cold . My husband is working alone in the shop . My daughter in law is looking after my son . " She look sad .

Sometimes it was better to let things play out. “Mm. Old man Cabbage asked me to come over today. He says the weird noises are back.” Old man Cabbage was the oldest man in the village at ninety-three years old, yet he was a fit as a fiddle. He lived alone in an extremely old house that creaked even more than the orphanage. His wife died a long time ago and unfortunately they never had any children of their own. After Anderson and Carson went over a few times to help fix certain things in his house, he took a great liking to them both. He considered them his children and grandson. Understanding that, both young men could not bring themselves to charge the old man. The old man insisted on payi

" The man leaned back behind her, trapped her with his strong hands. His breath brushed her neck, soothing her damp skin and his warmth surrounded her. His tanned hand was rough and muscular. His shirt sleeves were folded up to his elbow. Seemed like he was a working country man. A farmer or a blacksmith possibly. "I'm okay" the old man snorted in annoyance "My right legs just hurt a little." Ava felt a gentle pat on her shoulder and she turned her head back swiftly. "Excuse me, miss" He bestowed her the most dazzling smile, Ava didn't know which one brighter, the sunshine or his smile. "Do you mind moving a little, I need to see his injury..." "Oh..." She blushed, then moved aside. "Of cour

he asks as he throws the newspaper across the table and I’m greeted by a photo of us - Atlas and I, “Is this the woman you returned for?” “Hmm, I always thought she was extremely photogenic.” I grin and he huffs his annoyance. “Wow. She’s beautiful,” I subconsciously jump at his sudden voice behind me, before smiling my agreement, “She’s really my age.” He states, catching her age in the article. He doesn’t seem too surprised. I suppose he did his research. “Yeah, she’s younger than me...” “Eight years. That’s still less than our father and my mother. I guess we prefer young older women.” At his witty comment I fail to stifle my laughter and the old man glares at us over his cup of coffee.

“Okay…” I breathed. “Ready to go, sunshine?” came a voice. I looked up to see the man who wanted the private dance. He was an old man in his sixties, and he was wearing an olive green sweater, paired with light olive-colored trousers. He had pleated grey hair and grey eyes, and a wrinkly face. Blood continued to pound through my body, sizzling to the point that it felt like I had no fight left. “Y—Yes,” I managed timidly, shaking my head.

she said and called out to her granddaughter. I looked at Matteo and he is just there standing awkwardly, not knowing how to react. Her granddaughter asked for the camera and Matteo hesitantly handed it to her. Matteo stood awkwardly beside me as the lens are focused on us. "Do you two hate each other? Young man place your arm around her waist. At least, be romantic," The old man joked at Matteo. Matteo looked at me, not knowing if he should follow or not. I nodded, letting him know that it is fine, just so we could get over this situation. Matteo moved closer to me, slid his arm around my waist.