Liam spent almost an hour in the shower, thoroughly washing every part. On the ship, he would take off the boots and sleep with the clothes on for a few hours every night; clothes were worn until you couldn't stand their smell anymore. The next day, Liam got a haircut and walked through the farmer's market. Audrey was there buying fresh ingredients to make lasagna.

"Hello, Audrey."

She stared at him, wondering why this stranger was talking to her.

"It's Liam."

"Oh my, I didn't recognize you." The hair was not only cut but the beard was gone. "You clean up very nicely."

"Thanks."

Audrey was getting a little excited. She hadn't felt that way in a long time. She felt more comfortable with him since he didn't look like a tramp.

"I bet you haven't had a home-cooked meal in a long time. Would you like to come for supper?"

"I'd love that. On the ship, it was just dinners you could put in the microwave."

"Come over at six."

Just before six, the door was locked, so he knocked, and Audrey opened it. A long hallway led into the kitchen. She was wearing slacks and a blouse. He put on his best shirt and pants. As they ate, he told her about all the ports he had been to and what life was like on a cargo ship which were many boring days where the main activity was watching movies and playing cards. The captains forbid gambling, so there were hearts, spades, and bridge tournaments. Liam was usually at the top or near the top. They all put money in a pot to buy prizes for the tournament winners. It was usually bottles of rum and baskets of meat, cheese, and crackers. The last thing anyone worried about on the ships was eating healthy. Audrey got a divorce when her daughter was seven. If she hadn't been with a man, that would make her almost a virgin.

"This is delicious," Liam said.

"I'm part Italian, and we do like to eat."

Audrey got up and put the dishes in the sink.

"How come you never remarried? You are such a beautiful, sexy woman."

"The divorce was so nasty I guess it put me off, men."

Liam stood behind her. "Why deny yourself one of life's most wonderful pleasures."

He moved the hair out of the way and kissed her neck.

"I'm an old woman."

"If there is desire, you're not too old." He kissed more passionately, sucking on the ear, which got her moaning. He went underneath the blouse, undid the bra, and caressed the tits.

"You should never wear bras; they should be free and natural." He massaged both and then worked the nipples, making her grind against him. Twisting one nipple, his hand went into the slacks and then into the panties, finding the pleasure nub, and he massaged it. Audrey breathed hard, lost in pleasure she hadn't felt in decades.

"I want you."

He pushed down the slacks, and she stepped out of them, then guided her to the table. She hopped up on it. He kissed her hard, the tongues finding each other, his hands getting the pants down, the cock sticking out straight and hard. The tip found the wet lips, and he pushed in. They both moaned at the beautiful first penetration. She wanted more of his lips and tongue as inch after inch went inside, and the cock was caressed by the tight pussy walls. He moved it from side to side, and her body was shaking. She had forgotten what it was like to feel an orgasm. He picked up the legs, put them over his shoulders, and pumped in and out. This wasn't virgin pussy, but it felt like it since she hadn't been penetrated for so long.