And The Night Stood Still

Author’s Note: In keeping with my tradition, the title of this work comes from a song, this time by Dion. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to leave a comment. Please remember to give your rating of the story as it is the only pay any of the authors get here.

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My neighbor’s daughter was getting married and I felt obligated to attend since I had known her since the day she was born. I might have considered avoiding the five hour drive to the site of the wedding but my son was out of town on a work assignment and my daughter was off with her family at her son’s travel team soccer tournament. That left it to me to represent the family at the occasion. Not that I minded terribly, but the distance meant that I would have to stay overnight, which in turn necessitated arranging for a dog sitter, and that in turn meant I had to give the house a thorough cleaning. Which is something I’m not very good at. A week of vacuuming, dusting and straightening made the house presentable enough for me to be able to feel comfortable leaving the house and the dog to the charge of my friend Sue.

During the drive, I reminisced about watching Barbara, the bride, grow into a very attractive woman. She’s about five foot five inches tall with a dancers body, the result of fifteen years of dance lessons. She had wanted a career in dance, but realized that she, although quite good, was never going to be elite. Instead, she majored in speech pathology at college and was now doing quite well. I thought about when my late wife stayed with her at their house when both her brothers were born, going to dance recitals when she was in grade school, providing cover when mom or dad suspected she was involved in some juvenile mischief, and helping to provide some comfort when her dad died suddenly of a heart attack the previous fall. Her future husband, Robert, had been her high school sweetheart and even though they broke up for a time during college, they reconnected and seemed to be very much in love.

The reception was going to be held at an upscale resort hotel which had an outdoor area, separate from the pool, for private functions such as this. I had booked a room at the hotel since I figured if I was away for the night without responsibilities, driving to another hotel (or anywhere) might not be the best idea. After checking in, I grabbed a quick shower, changed into tan slacks, a pale blue shirt with a Jerry Garcia tie and a blue sports coat. After checking my reflection in the mirror and deciding that I didn’t look too bad (…for an old guy), I drove to the church for the nuptials. The service was quite nice. Barbara looked lovely and the minister was a good speaker and not a boring monotone like some I’ve heard. After the service, everyone headed back to the hotel for the reception which included an open bar for an hour, a sit down dinner, a champagne toast and a DJ who would play music until 11 PM. After parking my car, I headed up to my room to freshen up, loosen my tie and unbutton the top button on my shirt.. Since it was cool enough I left my sports coat on, especially since I was pretty sure that after the sun went down I’d be glad I had.

After getting a drink at the bar, I chatted with Barbara’s brothers, an assortment of her uncles and aunts, and a couple of other people I knew. I saw Amy, Barbara’s mother, and gave her a hug and complimented her on how lovely the wedding was since I knew she had devoted a lot of time and effort in helping with the arrangements. While working my way through the crowd, I did manage to find the table that had my place card on it, so I knew where I would be sitting for dinner. I refreshed my drink just before the announcement was made that dinner would be served soon and for everyone to take their seats.

I arrived at my table, greeted one of the brides’ uncles and his wife, and introduced myself to a cousin of the groom and his wife and another couple who were friends of the groom’s family. There was a vacant chair to my right, and as I worked my way around to my seat, a slim woman, who appeared to be about 50 and apparently unescorted, approached the vacant chair. She was wearing a claret colored summer dress which accentuated her body in an understated way and shoes that were little more than a couple of thin leather straps and a sole attached to heels a little higher than were probably safe. Being that I was raised during a time that boys were expected to be gentlemen, I held the chair for the woman before taking my own seat.

“Hello, I’m Maureen, Robert’s aunt, but everyone calls me Mo.” she said as she extended her hand.

I shook her hand. “My name is John, Amy’s neighbor, but everyone calls me John. I’ve known Amy and her late husband Bill since before any of the kids were born.”

“A pleasure to meet you, John, and it’s nice to know that chivalry isn’t totally dead.”

The dinner was well prepared, tasty and very close to being hot when served, all of which are a rarity at functions like these. The dinner conversation was pleasant and we all shared a few good laughs. The best man gave his toast and we all drank our champagne with a rousing “To Barbara and Robert.”

After the usual wedding silliness, the bouquet toss, the garter, and Barbara ending up with a dollop of icing on her nose during the cake cutting, the DJ took over and everyone settled back to listen, chat and watch the dancers. Mo and I chatted and got to know each other better. She told me that she had been divorced for eight years after her husband left her for his thirty five year old secretary, and that said she was recently retired from her job as assistant to the president of a small manufacturing company.

When I looked a little surprised at that statement, she said “What?”

“Nothing, I’m just a bit surprised you retired so young.”

“Flatterer,” she replied. “I’m sixty six. How old did you think I was?”

“If somebody asked me how old I thought you were, I’d have said fifty-two to fifty-five.”

“You should get those eyes checked, young man. Your eyesight seems to be failing.”

I laughed “Young man? I guess we should go to the eye doctor together then since I’m four years older than you.”

“Really? I guessed to myself you were about sixty. So you’re retired then?”

“No,” I replied. “I still work full time. Since my wife passed, it gives me a reason to get up every morning. If I retired, I’d probably end up sitting in a recliner, watching Judge Judy or The Price Is Right all day, slowly rusting and waiting to die. As it is, I enjoy my job, it’s not high stress and there is none of the corporate bullshit that is so prevalent in today’s economy.”

Mo thought about that for a moment before replying “I can see your point. Even though I try and stay busy with walking, golfing, yoga and volunteering, some days I stay in bed too long with no reason to get up and get going.”

“Well, if you live close enough, we should get together and play golf some day. I haven’t played in two or three years, but I used to be half decent.”

“I live in Thompkinsville, which is only about ten miles from you, so now that the weather is getting warmer, we’ll have to make a date.”

We chatted about our lives, likes and dislikes, and various other topics for about a half hour before the DJ played “What Becomes of the Brokenhearted” by Jimmy Ruffin. I looked at Mo, “Come dance with me.”

“I’m not sure I remember how, it’s been a long time since I danced at all, let alone a slow dance.”

“Well, then it’s time you danced again. Think of it as your exercise for the day.”

She smiled, “I hope you have on your steel-toed shoes, because I think I may step all over your feet.”

Smiling as I stood up and took her hand, I replied “I’m willing to take the chance, but no crippling me just so you can beat me at golf.”

We moved to the dance floor and I slipped my right arm around her waist and held her hand in my left hand. We were a bit stiff at first, but found the rhythm and we soon moving fluidly around the floor. As the song progressed, Mo moved in closer and rested her head against my shoulder which pressed her breasts against my chest. It had been a long time since I felt a woman’s body pressed close to mine while dancing, and, to my embarrassment, I felt myself starting to get what passes for an erection these days. If Mo noticed, she didn’t let on, although it seemed she did move a bit closer by the time the song ended.

“Thank you,” I said, “I think you danced wonderfully.”

Mo smiled, “No, thank you. Now there’s two things I experienced today that I haven’t experienced in years.”

I looked at her with a confused look on my face. “I know you hadn’t danced in a while, but what’s the other one?”

Mo thought about her answer for a second before replying “To feel a man…ummmm…happy to be dancing with me.”

I immediately blushed and stammered “I’m sorry, please don’t think I’m some kind of pervert or something.”

“On the contrary, I’m flattered…unless you were looking at some other woman and she caused that reaction.”

“No,… but there was a guy across the room……………” I stopped and grinned, as the expression on her face was priceless. “Rest assured, you still got what it takes.”

We returned to the table after a stop at the bar and chatted and kidded around. We critiqued the fashion sense of some of the women, tried to guess which of the men wore toupees, and wondered which of the small children still running around would end up as a serial killer.

“You know, I can think of a third thing you haven’t experienced in a while.” I said while watching for her reaction.

Mo looked at me with a somewhat skeptical expression on her face.

“And just what might that be?”

“Well, I was thinking that when you’re ready to leave, I’d walk you back to your room and, for such an act of chivalry, you could give me a passionate kiss before I go.”

“That certainly wasn’t what I thought you were going to suggest.”

“Well,” I replied with a smile, “there are a whole lot of other numbers.”

We danced one more dance since we both liked Daryl Hall’s “Every Time You Go Away”. While we were dancing, Mo whispered in my ear.

“If we leave together, we’re really going to set tongue’s wagging. My sister caught my eye before and just shook her head like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She’ll be on Facebook spreading the news to the whole world.”

As the song ended and we turned to go back to our table, I replied, “The way I see it is we’re left with three choices. The first would be to leave separately, but that would be anti-climactic for anyone who is watching.”

“The second would be to just walk out together, but not close like a couple. Just two people walking out. That would certainly pique their curiosity without being sure… but rather boring.”

“Or three would be to get a bottle of champagne and two glasses from the bar. Then we walk out with my arm around your back and my hand on your ass, and your arm around my back and your hand on my ass. I’d hold up the bottle and you’d hold up the two glasses and we’d never look back. Although I’d want to clue in the videographer because I’m sure the looks would be priceless.”

Mo laughed. “Can you imagine that? It would be hilarious. But I’m not sure I’m quite ready for the blowback from that. And I agree that the first option would feel like we’re sneaking out like two fourteen year old’s trying to get together to make out. So I guess we’ll have to settle for the second option…although the bottle of champagne kinda sounds like a good idea.”

“Let me go have a chat with the bartender and see what I can do.”, I said before turning to go to the bar.

I explained my dilemma to the bartender and after a few minutes of negotiations, I procured a bottle and two flutes for the sum of $65. Granted, the champagne wasn’t vintage, and the flutes were plastic and not crystal, however neither of those impediments mattered a hill of beans to my unrefined palate.

I returned to the table and set the glasses on the table and the bottle on the chair. I removed my sports coat and folded it over the back of the chair.

“I’m not sure the management would appreciate us walking through the lobby with a bottle of champagne in full view, so I’ll carry it under my coat.”

“Probably a good idea”, Mo replied. “Are you ready to go?”

“Let me go and say goodnight to Barbara and Robert, and Amy, and then, yes.”

While I said my goodnights, Mo did the same. I noticed Mo’s sister laughing as they said goodnight. When we got back to the table, I put my coat over my arm with the bottle of wine beneath it. We left and walked across the lobby to the elevator.

“What floor?”, I asked as we entered to elevator.

“I’m on six.” Mo replied.

“Well, that’s convenient, so am I.”

When the elevator reached six, we exited and Mo turned left. We walked down the hall until she stopped at 618 and I let out a chuckle.

“What?”

“It’s just that you’re my neighbor, and in fact we share an adjoining door.”

“Really? You’re in 620? That’s funny.”

“It really is. I’ll tell you what, let me go hang up my sports coat and take off this tie. I’ll knock on our secret passage to collect my kiss.”

“OK, I’ll open the champagne, get these shoes off and pop into the bathroom. That will give the champagne time to breathe”

After hanging up my coat and taking off my tie, I dug into my suitcase for the emergency pillbox of Viagra that I packed on the off chance that I might find someone interesting (or at least super horny). I was hoping that I was reading the situation correctly since she was certainly interesting, and hopefully super horny. I popped a pill, checked myself in the mirror to make sure there wasn’t a bit of spinach on my teeth and knocked on the door connecting our rooms.

Mo opened the door and handed me a glass of champagne. She picked up her glass and touched it to mine.

“To new friends”, she said.

We both drank about half the glass before she set her glass on the dresser and took mine from my hand and set it next to hers.

“Now, about that kiss…”, she said as her eyes met mine.

I stepped closer and slid my hands around her waist and pulled her body tight to mine. Out lips met, tentatively for a second before joining passionately. Her lips parted as soon as the tip of my tongue brushed across them. Soon the kiss escalated to one filled with desire and need. While our tongues explored, my hands slid down to her ass and caressed it while pressing her hips hard to mine. Mo responded by grinding against me and moaning into our kiss. When she dropped her hand down to cover and squeeze my erection, my right hand slid up over her ribs and then between us to cover her breast. It was not much than a handful, soft, but her nipple was erect and firm as it pressed against my palm. As I kneaded her breast, Mo’s hand slid up and down my crotch. We broke our kiss and as I kissed along her neck, I could hear Mo moaning.

“Please stay with me tonight…make love to me…have hot and dirty sex with me…tell me to do whatever you want…I don’t care, I just know that it’s been so long and I need to be with you tonight.”

I caught her earlobe with my teeth and tugged it briefly before growling in her ear “I want you too sore to walk in the morning…and too tired from cumming to care.”

“I don’t know if either of us will survive such a night…but I’m willing to take the risk.”

I reached around and slid the zipper of her dress down, slipped the straps from her shoulders and let the dress fall into a pool at her feet. I kissed along her collarbone as my hands moved up and unclasped her bra. Her strapless bra plunged to the floor and landed on top of her dress. I stepped back a step to take in my sixty six year old, soon to be, lover. Her tits had sagged a bit since her youth I’m sure, but they still had a certain allure and her nipples still stood out proud and enticing. She had a tan, but her skin did not show the ravages from spending too much time in the sun. Her belly was slightly rounded and her hips had a flare they probably hadn’t had when she was younger. Her bikini panties showed a noticeable dark spot

“You’re still incredibly sexy. You’d put many younger women to shame.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Thank you”, Mo replied quietly as she reached for my belt buckle. She opened the buckle, unbuttoned my slacks and tugged the zipper down. My pants fell to the floor, quickly followed by my boxers. She ran her fingers lightly along my length, her eyes closed, exploring just using her tactile sense.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and drew her closer for another kiss. As our tongues swirled and dueled and my fingers traced down her spine, feeling every vertebrae, I backed Mo toward the bed. When we reached it, we eased down, sitting, and my hand worked into the waistband of her panties. She had a thick bush that I couldn’t wait to bury my face in. My fingers slid lower and ran along her damp, swollen labia. I moved my fingers along her slit as she groaned and gasped. Mo started to unbutton my shirt, but got distracted as I slipped two fingers into her pussy and worked my fingers up and down alternately. She got anxious and pulled my shirt open, popping off the last button and sending it flying across the room. She licked and sucked my nipple as my fingers fucked her slowly and the heel of my hand pressed hard on her clit. I pulled my hand out of her panties and shrugged off my shirt before moving onto the bed and as Mo laid back, I moved between her knees. I tugged her panties down and off her feet before placing her legs up on my shoulders. Her bush was more grey than it’s original chestnut brown and her aroma was more intoxicating than aged cognac. I leaned forward and worked my way up her thighs, nipping, sharply at times, scraping lightly at others. When I reached her pussy, I licked up one side, nuzzled her bush and then licked along the other side. Not willing to deny either of us any longer, my fingers spread her outer lips and my tongue dipped into her honeypot. Mo moaned loudly as my tongue explored her inner reaches and my mustache tickled her clit. Her juices were flowing freely as I slipped my tongue out and my lips clamped around her swollen clit. Teasing it with my tongue and sucking on it hard, I heard Mo moan “Oh Fuck…….ohhhh, fucking yessss………ooohhhhh….I’m going to cum soon.”

And as soon as I grazed my teeth across it, she wailed and her hips thrashed wildly. I gripped her ass cheeks as her legs gripped my head to hold my face tight to her steaming pussy, her cum coating my chin as it seemed to flow like a river. Slowly she calmed and loosened her grip which allowed me to catch my breath.

I looked up at Mo and smiled. Her chest was still heaving as she tried to steady her breathing.

“Fuck me…please.” she said.

I hooked my arms behind her knees and raised them up as I moved to position head of my cock at her entrance. I rocked my hips up and down a few times to get my cock slick with her lubrication before pushing fully into her with one thrust.

Mo reached out and pulled me down so my lips would meld with hers. Her yoga workouts were really paying off as her knees were almost at her shoulders as we kissed. Her tongue drove into my mouth and wrestled with mine as she squeezed me tight against her.

“Don’t move yet”, Mo moaned after breaking the kiss. “I just want to enjoy the feel of you filling me. It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this.”

Mo teased my cock by tightening and loosening her grip with her pussy and my cock responded by twitching inside her. After a couple of minutes, I slid back, almost fully out, before driving back into her again. Evert time I moved, Mo cried out, “Oh Dear Goddddd…OOOhhhhh, yesssss….Harder.”

I increased my pace, snapping my hips forward at the bottom of each thrust and soon the pressure for release build to the brink of no stopping it.