The Haters

There nothing quite like a pack of married mid life women that are the gatekeepers to an older widowers love life, well short of a pack of hyena's maybe. When I moved back to I Dock I had no designs on my neighbor Lewis. In fact, truth be told I was seeing another more age appropriate man, but things weren't progressing at all. He would go weeks without communicating, and I would see postings on social media of his being in the company of younger blonder versions of myself. I had no tolerance for being the flavor of the week, the month, or the summer even. It was on its last leg. It had gotten to just being booty call and I was far too wise for that.

I was invited to a birthday party for one of the couples husbands on the dock and though my boat wasn't yet on the dock, I happily attended . It was good to be back with all of the people I knew when I had first moved on the dock. I was 20 pounds down and looked smashing. The party went of course past midnight and then spilled onto their dock as their daughter cooked breakfast for the last ones standing. It was 3 AM and I asked Lewis if I could just crash in the back bedroom of his boat. There was no way I could drive home. He said "of course."

There was no agenda on my part or his for that matter, we were just old dock friends and the party as most do on I Dock never stopped.

I awoke in the small rear berth, a puddle of clothes on the floor. I dressed quickly and emerged from the JoAnna with squinting eyes in the bright sunlight. Lewis was already drinking coffee at the bar. We recounted the good party and neighbors strolled around with bottles of champagne and orange juice which is the norm for a Sunday at the marina. I was a taker. There was no secret I had stayed on his boat, there was no shame as we are mature adults and far too drunk for anything to have happened anyway, but of course you could hear the jaws jacking as rumors began to fly.

I was able to get the boat moved before the next big Marina Party, Wine Around the Dock. I gave my failing romance one more chance to step up to the plate and invited him to be my guest and stay overnight on my boat. He stood me up. There I sat, half drunk from the wine tasting, and pissed.

The party was just getting started and the live music was great. I reapplied my lipstick, adjusted my crown and decided to just make the best of my evening. I stayed close to my end of the dock and hung out with Rosie the wife of Lewis's other neighbor. She was accepting of my moving back and welcoming. We danced the night away until the musicians packed up and left. As things wound down, we all gravitated to Lewis's kitchen bar as it was getting chilly. Rosie was standing by Lewis and I was across the bar and she took a big whiff around his neck and said "Lewis! that cologne! That's a panty dropper!" It was Adventus and at $450 it should make a woman come if she walked by. As we laughed I wriggled my panties free and let them fall to the walkway beneath my long sundress to be found later. Funny I thought! Let's give them something to talk about! I went and changed out of my sundress and put on sweats as the November night was chilly and then I returned for more shenanigans. Lewis and I continued to finish a bottle of fine red and we were far too drunk to appreciate it. Everyone had turned in so I went to his side of the bar, and he pulled me close and kissed me! What? It wasn't until then that I had any idea that he found me attractive, or interesting , or quite frankly good enough. He was 74 and I was 58. It was perfect timing as my gigolo boyfriend had stood me up and I was bruised and full of amorous feelings. In a split second, I felt like giving a gift to Lewis, even if it was a revenge fuck and I accompanied him to his bedroom on the JoAnn. He seduced me, that's my story and I'm sticking to it!

The following morning I woke up in the captains quarters of my own boat. I laid there trying to remember and sift the dreams from reality. Then there was that moment when I remembered what I had done. I had sex with Lewis! Cringe! Why did you do that? Oh, it was just the timing, the situation, the wine, and the opportunity you perfect little sinner!

I opened the hatch and peeked outside and there he was standing at his sink finishing up the dishes from the party and he looked up at me and said, "Was it something I said?" "What do you mean?", I replied. "You left and I thought we were having a great time. You went back to your boat without your clothes. I folded them up and they are on the back of the deck on the sofa. I must say, you are more beautiful without your clothes."

I couldn't believe I had left and walked back totally naked to my boat. Why would I do that, why did I not care if I was caught? Uggggg. "oh, I'm sorry, I just wanted to sleep in my own bed I guess?"

"I leave for vacation tomorrow but I'll be back in 10 days. We'll talk more then."

"Ok, thank you Lewis for taking care of my clothes, I'll pick them up when I walk off to go home." My head was swimming, I was hung over, and now I had created an awfully awkward situation to move forward in. The next ten days were full of my wondering what the fallout would be. Maybe I would be a hero! It's about time Lewis got a piece of ass, even though it was mine, maybe people would just chuckle and move along? Nothing more to see here folks!

Not quite.