Effects of Hurricane Ian on our sex life.
Several years ago, my step-parents, retired to a detached Condominium, in the Naples area of Florida. When Hurricane Ian struck Florida recently, they sustained roof and siding damage from the wind, but no flood damage. They requested to stay with us, until the repairs are done. We of course said yes, fearing being cut out of their will. We picked them up at the airport and they rented a car to use while they stayed with us. We have a sprawling ranch home and gave them the main floor, while we took the lower level. For a while, we will be partying at another location, until they go back to Florida.
That evening, they took us to a deli, owned by friends of theirs and we enjoyed tender brisket and all the trimmings. It was the first Jewish cooked brisket, my husband has tasted. Since my sissy does the cooking, he received the recipe from the cook, who just happened to be black.
After we had dinner at the deli, we headed home and we went down to the lower level and my step-parents enjoyed themselves on the main floor of our house. Our patio is off of the lower level and it was a clear evening and still warm enough for me to be nude on a lounger, looking up at the stars and thinking. I took off my robe and laid down. I noticed a lighter flick on and light a cigarette and my step-father said “nice evening”. He knows that we do not smoke, so he respectfully went outdoors to smoke. He told me, “no need to cover up” and “do you mind if I sit with you?” I told him not at all, but I had goosebumps all over. He laid on the lounger next to me and enjoyed his smoke.
After a few minutes, he thanked me for letting them stay with us and he told me how much “you made your grandfather (his father) happy”. He put his hand on my arm when he said that. That was the most emotion he had ever shown me. He told me, gramps has early signs of dementia, but when he is lucid, he talks about you, his “Shaina Maidel”. Yiddish for “pretty girl”. In my early teens, he would feel me all over, under my blouse and skirt. I wrote a post about it. That was almost 30 years ago, but it made me smile, that it brought gramps so much pleasure. I told him that my regret, was not giving him more pleasure.
I told him thanks for paying for my college, as I never did thank him. I think I just felt he owed me that. He loaned us money, to start our business and I thanked him for that. He padded my arm and told me he was happy to. I grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on my breast. His hand started to shake. I told him, “gramps enjoyed doing that and I was not even as big as I am now”. Then I smiled at him. He calmed down and just held my breast very gently. He finished his smoke, got up and he just smiled at me when he went upstairs to the upper level.
When I went inside, I was proud of myself, for thanking my step-father the way I did. I’m not sure how far it will go, but I enjoyed a nice dream about it. Jenny.
That evening, they took us to a deli, owned by friends of theirs and we enjoyed tender brisket and all the trimmings. It was the first Jewish cooked brisket, my husband has tasted. Since my sissy does the cooking, he received the recipe from the cook, who just happened to be black.
After we had dinner at the deli, we headed home and we went down to the lower level and my step-parents enjoyed themselves on the main floor of our house. Our patio is off of the lower level and it was a clear evening and still warm enough for me to be nude on a lounger, looking up at the stars and thinking. I took off my robe and laid down. I noticed a lighter flick on and light a cigarette and my step-father said “nice evening”. He knows that we do not smoke, so he respectfully went outdoors to smoke. He told me, “no need to cover up” and “do you mind if I sit with you?” I told him not at all, but I had goosebumps all over. He laid on the lounger next to me and enjoyed his smoke.
After a few minutes, he thanked me for letting them stay with us and he told me how much “you made your grandfather (his father) happy”. He put his hand on my arm when he said that. That was the most emotion he had ever shown me. He told me, gramps has early signs of dementia, but when he is lucid, he talks about you, his “Shaina Maidel”. Yiddish for “pretty girl”. In my early teens, he would feel me all over, under my blouse and skirt. I wrote a post about it. That was almost 30 years ago, but it made me smile, that it brought gramps so much pleasure. I told him that my regret, was not giving him more pleasure.
I told him thanks for paying for my college, as I never did thank him. I think I just felt he owed me that. He loaned us money, to start our business and I thanked him for that. He padded my arm and told me he was happy to. I grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on my breast. His hand started to shake. I told him, “gramps enjoyed doing that and I was not even as big as I am now”. Then I smiled at him. He calmed down and just held my breast very gently. He finished his smoke, got up and he just smiled at me when he went upstairs to the upper level.
When I went inside, I was proud of myself, for thanking my step-father the way I did. I’m not sure how far it will go, but I enjoyed a nice dream about it. Jenny.
2 years ago
