Uber dropped Jim and his large backpack and lager suitcase near the gate. Even in the middle of the day, in these deserted rural outskirts of the central valley in California there is hardly anyone. There is a quietness and loneliness in the air. As the car vanished in the corner past the old grocery store, memories of the early years flooded Jim. How long has it been since the last time? Was it ten? Or maybe more. He was not sure. Despite the faded walls, broken fences, and overgrown plants and weeds around the house, it felt very familiar. As he picked up his backpack and suitcase, the old front door of the house opened with the squeak of the tired and rusted hinges. And he saw Arti’s and her smile. Nothing escaped the stain of time: the place, the house, Arti.
Arti has been waiting for weeks for his arrival and was happy to see him. It has been a while since she had company. Since her divorce and as most of her family and friends moved out over the years, it has been just her in the house. In her late forties with a homely face and soft chubbiness about her, no one will be surprised to hear that she worked as the sole cook in the only remaining local diner. She surely looked the part. She walked towards the gate beaming with a smile. She saw time has transformed Jim into a rugged young man burdened with adulthood prematurely. He is the same boy she knew from his childhood, but the softness of the boyhood was long gone.
“Jim, I cannot believe it is you. I am so happy to see you.” She pushed the gate wide open and opened her arms wider.
“Come, let me give you a hug.”
“Yes, Arti. It is so nice to see you too.”
He stood there he felt the softness of her arms tighten around him and her ample bosom pressed all over his chest.
Jim never planned to be back. He thought he left this place for good. But covid changed it all. He lost his job at the city and there was little hope of getting another one anytime soon. His little savings was running low. City living is always expensive – rent is too high, food is not cheap, and then all the utilities.
Though one can live here with modest means, it was not easy for Arti either. Her diner closed and she did not have much savings. She was calling friends and family for help and trying to get part time odd jobs. When Jim came to hear about it, he thought of coming back and staying with her and helping her until things get better. He does not have to pay any rent and can help with food and supplies. For Arti it was a perfect solution. She always had fondness for him and he always liked her. It was a win-win situation. They both were excited to help each other out. If they only knew how much. It has been over a month now, and Jim has settled down here. He even found a few gigs around town. They both word hard all day long and spend the evening in the house. There is not much to do here in normal time and with covid it is almost dead after dark. After the long hard days, there is dinner and time in front of tv before going to bed.
It was like all other nights, they were watching late night tv before going to bed. The living room was mostly dim except for the lights from the tv. Arti was lying on the big couch with her head on the hand rest. Jim was sitting on the small couch next to her head. The ten o’clock news was on. Arti wanted to know if he wanted more pie. As she turned her head, she noticed Jim’s eyes staring at her cleavage. As she instinctively looked down, she realized inadvertently her night gown had slipped down exposing a good portion of her deep and long cleavage. She did not say anything nor did she pull it up. She kept her eyes on the tv.
Her mind was busy thinking that Jim was a young man with needs. There were not many people for him to meet here let alone date. Every night, through the walls, she heard him trying to get himself off. She knew how hard he worked in the day and how much a young man like him needed the release at night. Who can blame him for staring. That night as soon as she went to her bedroom she heard Jim finish with a loud scream. She smiled. She felt happy that she could help him that way. That someone young like him still found her exciting.
Next day, it was a normal morning at the breakfast table as if nothing happened. They never spoke about it, but both of them thought a lot throughout the day. After dinner, as the news started Jim looked from the living room at Arti, still in the kitchen in the loose pink nightgown.
“News is on,”
“Coming.” Arti put the last dish away in a hurry and she dried her hands. She walked to her couch.
They watched news and the commercial break came, Jim reminded, “Tomorrow I got work early. I think I need to go to bed soon”
Arti just nodded and lay down on the couch at the same position as night before making sure her robe was pulled down enough for him to get a good view.
She heard Jim take a deep breath and she heard him slide his hands down his pants. The sound of tv drowned the soft sound of Jim rubbing himself.
It was not too long before he started to breath heavily.
Arti tugged the robe down a bit more past her cleavage almost to the point of her right nipple. She could almost feel the stroking motion. She kept her eyes on the tv and occasionally moving a bit to give him a different and better view.
It was not long before Jim was done. He sat there frozen.
“it is getting late,” Arti said as if nothing happened and turned the tv off. “We better sleep. We both have to work tomorrow and it is going to be a long day”
“Yes, we are done for tonight, good night,” Jim replied as he watched her walk back to her room.
That night as they lay on the bed, they both felt happy and had a smile on their faces.
Their thoughts were filled with desires and those turned into wonderful wet dreams as they slipped into sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nivpyv/love_in_the_time_of_covid_part_1fm