Meals on Wheels 1- Ruth

After inheriting a good amount of money at the age of 23, I decided to sit down and figure out how to budget the money so that I could go ahead and retire. After trying to squeeze out every penny, I decided that I would need to hold onto a part time job for at least a few more years. I didn’t really need a job to earn money, I just needed to occupy my time so I wouldn’t spend it all out of pure boredom.
After figuring that out, I decided Icould actually just volunteer at a few places to kill 40 hours a week. Out of the four places I am now volunteering, I think I enjoy the Meals on Wheels most. I have had a nagging interest in older women for a long time. Obviously, the majority of the people I am bringing meals to are senior citizens. There are a few disabled people, and some odd cases that I don’t even understand, but right now I am stopping by the homes of twenty different women who are over 60.
For some reason, I had an attraction to one particular woman, Ruth. Even though I had an affinity for mature women, I still didn’t think that I would find her sexually appealing. At 79, and a widow for 21 years, Ruth seemed to be set on being alone for the rest of her life. She no longer wore cosmetics, dressed up, or left her house more than once a week. She was only about 5 foot tall, and I figured she was about 170 pounds, although it was hard to tell her weight or proportions since she was always wearing an overcoat or robe. Her snow white hair hung halfway down her back, but was rarely brushed.
She had a terrific personality though, and I got along with her well for being three generations apart. Lately she seemed to be flirting with me, and slowly she was getting bolder and bolder. I found myself leaving her house with wood, and it was awkward going to the next stop just down the road. For that reason, I rearranged my route so that Ruth would be my last stop. That also allowed me to spend a little more time with her at the end of my “work” day.
I wondered how far I would take this if the opportunity presented itself. And it just so happens that I was presented with that opportunity the day after I pondered this scenario. I arrived at Ruth’s house for my last stop and made my way up to the door. When she opened the door, I found that Ruth had made quite a few changes. The first thing I noticed was that her long hair had been shortened to shoulder length, and was no longer white. It was an exotic deep red color with blond highlights. This framed her soft face with full makeup that was conservative, but very effective.
As I continued down her body, I found a knee length red silk robe replacing the normal full length robe that seemed to be made of old bath towels. She had obviously gotten a manicure and pedicure as well. As my eyes slowly came back up to make eye contact once again, I felt embarrassed that Ruth had seen me obviously checking her out. I tried to gather my words as I tried to swallow the lump in my throat and conceal the lump in my pants. I could see a very voluptuous figure under that thin robe, and decided that I would definitely be riding those soft curves if I get just the smallest opportunity.
“Oh,… uh, did I catch you at a bad time? It seems like you have big plans for tonight.”
“Absolutely. I was planning on doing a little entertaining tonight.”
“I will let you get back to preparing then.” I said
“Oh, there is no need for you to run off, I am already prepared.” She said as she closed the door behind me. She took the food from me and went to put the food straight into the fridge.
Is this going where I think it is going, where I hoped, dreamed, and wished it was going?
“Why don’t you take you coat off and stay a while?” Ruth asked as she walked back into the living room with a devilish grin on her face.