Gunny the fuck expert

Tuesday evening and I was off duty, of course this didn’t mean much to some of the residents around the complex. About six-thirty I got a call from Ms. Campbell, she needed me to move a table for her. She had family visiting the next day and the table was taking up most of her floor space on her patio. I hung up the phone with her and pulled on a t- shirt and headed out the door.
I got onto my golf cart I used for running around the park and headed over to Ms. Campbell’s unit, a couple streets over from mine. I parked the golf cart out along the side of the street and went up to her front door and knocked. She answered the door wearing a floral patterned dress that was loose on her small frame. She stood just over five foot tall and was a pretty well built female for being around 64 years old. From what I could tell from the shape of the dress she well proportioned. Nice big hips, her breast a bit on the large side and a cute face. Her hair was white and shoulder length and wavy.
“Hello Gunny, come on in.” she kind of cooed at me.
“Evening Ms. Campbell ” I answered back at her as I stepped past her holding the door open.
“Thank you very much for coming over to move the table for me.” She stated.
“No problem, one of the things I’m around for.” I replied back.
She giggled and said back “Yes, but only one of them from what I hear”
She directed me to the back patio and the table she needed moved. It was one of those plastic round tables, the normal patio furniture style. I thought it was a little strange that she called me to move such a light table; she easily could have moved it herself with no problem. I moved the table over to the corner of the patio where she instructed and followed her back into her dwelling. She then offered me a cold beer, which I never turn down. I sat on the couch and she sat across from me in a chair. I was drinking on my beer when I looked over to Ms. Campbell and saw that she was sitting with her legs apart and I could look right up her dress and see she was wearing lace panties, strange I thought, I was expecting to see cotton briefs but these were silk lace.

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Saturday night, free food and drinks to boot. Typical for this place on the weekends. Figured since I spent the afternoon setting up for this social event, might as well see what they all get out of these type of functions.As I entered the hall, I started towards the direction of the bar. A soft hand reached out and touched my arm, it was Cindy. I turned to say the face of a sweet looking lady. “Please join me, Gunny?” Cindy asked.

Cindy looked like your standard grandmother, in her late fifties, short gray hair, some wrinkles that were actually quite attractive and a really nice shape for a woman her age. She was all dressed up for tonight and looking pretty good in a nice red dress. She was a quite woman around the complex; one you would see moving around the place, but not socializing much with the other tenants.

I told her I would be glad to sit with her and that I would be right back after a trip to the bar. I went to the bar and ordered a bottle of Wild Turkey and a small pitcher of ice water, the only thing I ever drink! I forgot to ask her what she drank. When I arrived back at the table I set my things down and apologized for not bringing her another drink. Cindy said it was all right, if I didn’t mind she’d just have what I was having. Ok with me.

It was about midnight when we decided to head home for the night. After a few minutes in my truck, Cindy started stroking my thigh and moved up to feel my cock through my jeans, which was getting hard. She muttered something about having been ready to go before we even got in the truck, but I didn’t hear it exactly as I was spinning from the effects of the bourbon. She kept rubbing me through my jeans all the way to her home. I pulled the truck up into her driveway and got out to walk her to the door because I was not sure she could walk alone.

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the holidays were a little dull, or at least at the start. Sure the complex had a nice little get together for all the residents. They provided food and some entertainment for thanksgiving and a little Christmas Eve party. Mostly just eating and singing and some old remembrance stories. 
I at least made a showing to each one, did my well wishes to all and spent some time in the corner out of the way. About two hours was all I could take, so I made sure I saw everyone and wished them all well. Then I went back to my place and celebrated on my own. Me and a bottle of Wild Turkey, that is.
Well, New Years Eve come up and they had some kind of party plans for that occasion also. But not for me, I decided. I figured I’d stay home and start early on my bottle. That way I could get a good buzz on.
I had the day off, so I had slept in late and was pretty rested up and raring to go by the time I pulled the top off the new bottle I had picked up. Figured I wouldn’t be bothered all night, since they were all over at the main building playing their bingo and eating.
I was about a third through the bottle when all of a sudden I got a buzz on my beeper. Figured it was someone at the party looking for me. Well I looked down at the number on it and it was the home number for Ms. Dell. 
Ms. Dell was one of the ladies who had never married and was always pretty sweet to everyone around the complex. She was a retired gym teacher, about seventy-five years old. I never really eyed her very much; she always wore those loose fitting sundresses everywhere.
Anyways, I took a couple more shots and picked up the phone and called her.
“Hello Ms. Dell, this is Gunny.” I said when I heard someone pick up the other end of the phone.
“Oh, Gunny what are you doing? You’re not at the party!” She spoke softly.
“No mam, I’m going. Do you have a problem at your place?” I asked.
“Well, a couple of the other tenants and me are going to celebrate a little here at my place, and we want you to stop by for a visit.” She said.
“I was planning on staying home and celebrating alone” I kind of said harshly.
“Please come over for a few minutes, there’s only three of us here and I had planned on more people coming over, now I have to much food out, you have to eat, right!”
“Then you don’t have a problem for me to fix?” I asked.
“No, we’re just lonely. Think about it and Come over, please.”

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