Clara & Rick

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Clara

A 67-year-old white woman. She is overweight. Throughout her life, she has lost and gained weight, which has left her body with many stretch marks and cellulite, including on her breasts, which are medium-sized and sagging. Her hips are narrow, and her weight is well distributed throughout her body. Her belly is protruding and slightly flabby, as are her breasts. She does not shave her pubic area and has a large clitoris that is easily exposed when she is aroused. She is ashamed of her own body. She has gray hair, cut in a bob style, and light eyes. An only child, she had strict parents. Her father beat her periodically for trivial reasons, but she secretly anticipated these beatings. She discovered this submissive and masochistic side early on. At age 20, after her father's death, her mother fell ill, and she assumed responsibility for the household. The family had a good financial situation, but over time the money began to dwindle. She cared for her mother for 25 years until her mother passed away, leaving her alone at home. She struggled to survive on the family's financial reserves. Because she dedicated so much time to caring for her mother, she had few relationships in her life, all disastrous, with men who didn't know how to satisfy her. No man she met was willing to give her the beatings she desired. She had many intense sexual fantasies, including beatings and humiliations, which she never revealed to anyone, and she relieves herself by watching pornography on the internet and masturbating. She frequently injures her own clitoris due to the intensity of her masturbation. She is very shy and doesn't believe she can find someone who will fulfill her fantasies.

Her house is in an abandoned village, at the tip of a sparsely populated island, near a lighthouse, and nothing else. An elderly gentleman, now deceased, used to live in that lighthouse.

Rick

White man, 55 years old, widower, tall and athletic. Green eyes and brown hair. He lost his wife two years ago and left home to leave the past behind. Without children, he had an unsatisfactory sex life; with his extremely conservative wife, he never managed to fulfill his fantasies of domination and violence.

Rick is sexually well-endowed and never managed to fully penetrate his deceased wife, who had a small and narrow vagina. He never had another woman after her death. He is shy and has taken refuge in a lighthouse to escape everything and everyone.

Rick moves into the lighthouse to replace the lighthouse keeper who died. His new home is located within the lighthouse itself.

 

[Becaa57]

I don't remember when I noticed the lights on in the lighthouse. At first I figured one of the villagers going up to make sure it's still functioning, although I could have told them that.

I'd even asked at the village if I could take it over, but was told no. They had someone in mind to maintain it
After the lights were there every night, I assumed that they'd found the person or family to do it

One night, I baked an apple pie and made the trek up to the lighthouse
I loved the view up there, especially at night, with the light shooting out

I knock tentatively on the door and wait
after a minute I knock again

The door opens and a man is standing there guessing he's in his mid 50's
He's in good shape which only reminds me of how out of shape I am
the walk up to here had winded me
although I've recovered

"Hi, I'm Clara I live in the small cabin you can see down the lane"
"I baked an apple pie, kind of a welcome to the neighborhood gift"
"Although we're the only ones in this one"

Holding it for him to take

 

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"My name is Rick, very kind of you to bring this welcome gift," I said, and continued:

"I'm the new lighthouse keeper and I think I must be your only neighbor..."

Clara was attractive, a mature woman in her sixties. The first thing I noticed was her shyness, her difficulty in looking me directly in the eye. I invited her to the lower part of the lighthouse, which was my home; a cool sea breeze was already beginning to blow. The smell of freshly baked apple pie filled the air.

I offered Clara coffee, which she accepted, and together we began to talk and eat the pie, which was indeed very well made.

Clara was wearing a flowered dress, a little too light for that time of year. She was certainly a little overweight, but her body attracted me quite a bit. The neckline of the dress wasn't very generous, but it allowed me to perfectly imagine the shape and volume of her breasts. Clara's hips were relatively narrow and her belly prominent, but the overall effect was that of a still attractive woman.

"Tell me, Clara, have you been living alone on this island for a long time?" I asked.

 

[Becaa57]

I smile at Rick

"Yes we're the only two for about 10 miles I think"
"The village used to be fairly well populated, however most everyone has left for the big city"

"I've been here alone now for about 5 years"
"I took care of my mother and after she passed I had nowhere else to go, so I stayed here"

"There are a few other people around, but none of them close"

I look around the lighthouse, it's been years since I've been inside
I used to visit the man who lived here before

I can tell Rick knows which end of a broom to use

"I was born on the island actually, never left except to get an education"

Not sure why I'm babbling to him so much, just lonely I guess
I consider inviting him to dinner, but hold off for right now

 

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"I'm so sorry about your mother. I lost my wife two years ago, and I didn't handle it very well. In the end, I couldn't stand living in the same house anymore, and that's why I'm here."

Clara looked at me in a way that immediately made me realize she understood perfectly. She also understands the pain of losing someone. We have that in common. I decided to change the subject to something less depressing:

"So, this isn't the first time you've been in this lighthouse. I hope you weren't shocked by the mess. I haven't had time to put everything back in its place yet..."

I explained to Clara that I never met the previous lighthouse keeper, but I knew the position became available after he passed away. And that the position became available because apparently nobody wanted this job, which seemed perfect for my fresh start away from everything.

Clara watched me enigmatically; I really couldn't decipher what she was thinking, and I asked:

"What was my predecessor like?"

 

[Becaa57]

I smile as he gives condolences for my mother

"Thank you Rick, but she'd been sick for years and it was more a release from her disease then a loss"
"For me"

"I am sorry to hear about your wife I hope it was quick and painless at least"
"Had you been married long??"

"I've never been married "

"Yes I've been here many times before"
"I used to clean it for Max, the previous keeper"

"He was a bit older and very set in his ways"
"things had to be just so"

blushing a bit as I remember his punishments when I put something back wrong

"But otherwise he was nice"

"And it's surprisingly clean actually Rick"

 

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That's when I realized Clara already knew the lighthouse, perhaps even better than I did, and I wondered if she had some kind of deeper connection with the former resident, but since he was much older, I immediately dismissed the idea.

"Would you like another coffee, Clara?"

She nodded, and I went to the kitchen sink, where the coffee maker was, to get more. Clara finished her coffee and told me she needed to prepare lunch.

"I hope we can have dinner soon," I said bluntly, and continued:

"I'm not a very good cook, but my 'risotto with Sicilian lemon' is legendary."

Clara laughed and said it would be great to try the 'legendary' risotto. I was lucky to be wearing discreet, reinforced jeans that disguised my erection well. We said goodbye, and I stood in the doorway watching Clara go towards her house. I wondered if I had awakened in her the same thing she had awakened in me. After being alone for so long, this woman really turned me on.

 

[Becaa57]

Walking back down from the lighthouse wondering what will happen

I have sort of a dinner date with him, but we never said what day.

She entered her cabin, and stripped totally

Standing naked in front of a mirror looking at her body

Thinking no man is going to want this body

turning she looks at her ass

which a certain man had said was very spankable

She's not obese, but she has put some weight back on

Her legs are feeling the walk up to the lighthouse and back down.

She gets busy cleaning the cabin, doing laundry

while eating her dinner she realizes that she's still nude

decides to stay that way, the weather is warm enough

Her next few days she makes sure to walk up the mountain and down

Not to the lighthouse, but close and fights the urge to knock on the door

 

[m_caravaggio]

I was almost always at the top of the lighthouse, which gave me a privileged view of the entire region. One of the pieces of equipment available there (probably left by the previous resident) was a powerful telescope with high magnification for observing distant boats.

When I pointed the telescope at Clara's house, I discovered that I could see everything in great detail. I followed Clara's walks, always in the direction of the lighthouse, but for some reason she always returned. I noticed a pattern in the times and decided to meet her on her next walk. I wanted it all to seem like a coincidence, but I had planned everything.

I put on comfortable clothes, slipped on my running shoes, and started walking around the lighthouse until I spotted Clara on her walk. I approached her and we started talking. It was a pleasant day, a Thursday, and I took the opportunity to invite her to dinner on Friday (I needed at least one day to prepare everything).

I felt her breath quicken (and mine too) when she confirmed the dinner invitation. I looked like an awkward teenager, but I tried to maintain a mature and confident demeanor. We arranged to meet on Friday at 7 pm. We said goodbye, and I went home to get my car to go to the supermarket to buy ingredients to make dinner the next day.

 

[Becaa57]

She'd been lost in thought when Rick said Hi

A small squeak escaped my lips

We chat for a bit, then he puts a day on our dinner date

after we confirm the time 7PM he says goodbye and leaves to go to town and pick up the supplies

I tell him that I'll bring a bottle of home made wine, and a dessert

Then go back to my cabin, and strip in bed, masturbate at the thought of Friday night
Calling his name when I orgasm

noting that it was much more gentler then I have done in the past

I do the same walk the next day, but no Rick

On Friday I skip the walk, bath in the outdoor tub
make the dessert

agonize of what to wear
settling on a nice dress, not too dressy
But a bit more then a normal housedress

Scoop necked, showing some cleavage and above the knee

 

[m_caravaggio]

I woke up early on Friday. Everything I needed for dinner was already laid out on the kitchen counter. The day passed slowly until mid-afternoon. I set the table, placed candles in the center, and took a shower before starting to cook. I put on comfortable clothes, neither too formal nor too casual, applied a light perfume, and went to the kitchen.

I seared two thick fillets with a salt and pepper crust and placed them in the oven to finish cooking. Risotto is a simple dish to make, but it requires between 40 and 50 minutes of constant attention, replenishing the broth whenever the Arborio rice begins to dry out. I started preparing the dish at 6 pm and, in 45 minutes, it was ready, enough time for the final resting of the rice, which I left in a low oven, along with the meat, to keep it warm.

A few minutes before 7 pm, the doorbell rang, and I opened the door to Clara. She was wearing a youthful, low-cut, and relatively short dress that suited her very well. The perfume she chose was also very pleasant; I've always had a good eye for fragrances and was almost certain she was wearing Trésor by Lancôme. Clara was carrying a bag with a dessert on a platter and a dry red wine.

Her wonderful perfume filled the lighthouse. I couldn't resist and asked if she was wearing Trésor, and luckily, I could still identify scents. She didn't expect me to recognize that perfume and seemed surprised.

I opened the wine and poured it into two glasses (the only ones I had) and we began to drink slowly and chat. At 7:30 pm, I lit the candles and served dinner. As I began to eat, I asked Clara:

"What did you think of my 'legendary' risotto? Does it deserve the fame?"

 

[Becaa57]

I'm so nervous walking up the hill to the lighthouse, did I over dress??
My heart is pounding not so much the walk, as I've gotten used to that

muscle memory from walking up to clean the lighthouse for Max

When Rick opens the door I realize that I'm in the right dress for tonight
He invites me in

I am surprised he recognized the perfume I'm wearing as it's one I haven't worn in years
A gift from a man I thought was a lover

"Yes it is, I thought tonight warranted something"

He takes the wine as I put the dessert on the counter
the kitchen smells wonderful

we sit and chat some sipping the wine
"Do you like the wine???"


"It's from some wild grapes that grow around here"
"I started bottling wines a while ago"
"I also make Jam's if you'd like some"

at 7:30 he lights candles and we sit at the table

When he asks how if like his 'legendary' risotto

"Well it's a dish I'm not very familar with"
"But I love how it tastes!!!!"
"And a steak too??? Wow thank you"

 

[m_caravaggio]

Dinner went smoothly; Clara and I chatted animatedly, invigorated by the presence of the god Bacchus. The wine Clara had bottled was young and vigorous, nourishing our souls and relaxing us. I spoke about my life with my partner, which hadn't exactly gone as I had planned. At a certain point, Anna (my partner's name) became extremely religious and inflexible, which caused us many problems, including sexual ones (in a relationship that was never truly satisfying). Of course, the car accident in the snow that took her life was traumatic, but our relationship was doomed to end sooner or later.

Clara was a good listener. From time to time she shifted in her chair, giving me a slightly more privileged view of her cleavage and her black lace bra, which occasionally peeked out. Luckily, the table hid my erection, which my current trousers barely concealed and which would have been embarrassing if I had stood up. I concentrated as best I could and kept things under control.

I explained to Clara that after that, I couldn't stay in my house in the city for very long anymore, nor could I start a new relationship. When I saw the job advertisement at the lighthouse, I decided to change my life, my location and my profession. I shifted to a lighter topic:

"Tell me more about your life here next to the lighthouse..."

 

[Becaa57]

I listen to his story of his partner although confused if she was his partner or wife or did he call his wife his partner?

How their relationship was never satisfying and got worse when she got religion

Her tragic death which really just ended a relationship that was bound to fail at some point anyways

when he asks about my story

"Not that interesting, I was born on the island, my parents had a house in the middle of the village"
"My father was what is now known as an abusive man, but then he was just my dad"
"With a heavy hand"

"He passed away when I was 20"
"My mother got sick shortly afterwards"
"I became her caretaker"

"We moved to the cabin maybe 5 years later, it was smaller and cheaper"
"Living mostly on the savings they'd inherited "

"I've had some relationships with men over the years, but none of them worked out to anywhere close"
"To being a partner or wife"

"When I was in my mid 40's my mother passed away"

"I'd worked odd jobs over the years, more to supplement the income"

"Shortly after my mom passed, I started working for Max"
"He'd fallen and busted his leg up"

"So I worked as his housekeeper, and helped him until he recovered from his leg"

"That ended a few years ago when he passed away"

 

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I noticed the confusion on Clara's face regarding my partner Anna, and I decided to explain further:

"Anna and I got married very young. I was only 24 at the time. In the first few years we were happy, we tried to have children, but she couldn't get pregnant. Having children was always her biggest dream. That's when she became increasingly absorbed in religion, in a desperate attempt to get divine intervention to help her conceive."

Clara was paying close attention, and I continued:

"After 20 years of marriage, she was frustrated and bitter. But she would never accept separation; it would be too much of a shame for her moral values. We continued to live together only out of convenience, and I stopped considering her my wife. In the last two years before she passed away, we didn't even have sex. We also had a problem, let's say, of sexual compatibility, which didn't help much either."

I explained, somewhat embarrassed, that after her passing, my main feeling was one of relief. We finished the bottle of wine. I really felt good talking to Clara, and I asked:

"Would this be a good time for dessert?"

 

[Becaa57]

I listened to him tell me about his late wife Anna, I guess like so many marriages it was a marriage in name only.

"Did you want a baby?"

"My mom tried to get me more involved in the church, but uhmmm "

"Well let's just say the pastor was a bit too much hands on for my taste"

"Some of the girls liked it"

"I can relate to the feelings of relief after someone passes"
"For me it was that my mother was finally not in pain, and I didn't have to wait on her hand and foot"

smiling ruefuly

"Max wasn't much less work to take care of then my mother"
"But over the years I learned how he liked things"

"And quite frankly good company "

"I found myself spending more time with him"

"His passing I mourned"

"Dessert sounds good, and looks like I should've brought 2 bottles of wine"

 

[Fairybabe]

I’m already invested in these 2 old souls looking to spark they passion and have the time of their life

 

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"No problem, I have a few bottles in stock, just a minute."

I left the kitchen for a few minutes and returned with a dusty bottle of red wine.

"I've been saving some wines for many years, with no reason to open them, but now I have one," I said.

I quickly washed the bottle to remove the dust, took off the seal and the cork. I've never been a wine expert, but I knew this was a coveted wine for those who appreciate them. I simply couldn't find much difference between a $20 wine and a $300 one. Sure, there's a difference, but not enough to justify the disparity in value. I washed the glasses from the previous wine and poured this wine into the clean glasses.

"You mentioned your abusive father; in a way, I had a similar problem." Clara looked at me with interest as I told my story.

"I quickly washed the bottle to remove the dust, removed the seal and the cork. I've never been a wine expert, but I knew this was a coveted wine for those who appreciate it. I couldn't find much difference between a $20 wine and a $300 one. Of course, there was a difference, but not enough to justify the disparity in value. I washed the glasses from the previous wine and served this wine in the clean glasses.

"You mentioned your abusive father; in a way, I had a similar problem." Clara looked at me with interest as I told my story. "Until I was 15, our family (my parents, me, and my younger sister) was the picture of a normal suburban family. Then, a crisis in the construction market (my father was a contractor) left him unemployed. He, who had never caused problems, began to drink constantly and show signs of violent behavior." The situation worsened each day, and he bothered everyone, even the neighbors. When I was 16, I was physically bigger and stronger than him, and one day, when he tried to attack me, I fought back. Because he was a coward, a few days later he attacked my sister (who was 13 at the time), who was home alone. I arrived just in time for something worse to happen. I've never been a violent person, but blinded by hatred, I beat him so badly he passed out, and I kicked him out of the house. He returned sober, days later repentant, but it was too late. We moved, and I never heard from him again.

Clara drank half her glass while I told my story. I asked if she would like to refill it with more wine, and she nodded.

So I wanted to know more about Max, the former resident:

"Tell me about Max. I didn't know him, but he left the lighthouse in excellent condition. Could you tell me about your relationship?"

 

[Becaa57]

I listen as he tells me more about his father, very similar to mine and I'm sure similar to a lot of fathers at that time.

It was considered parenting to rule by the rod so to speak

I can see the pain in his eyes when he mentions the rape of his little sister by her father

Nodding slightly

"That happened to me when I was 15, my mom's health was already declining"
"I wasn't lucky enough to have a big brother to step in and stop it"

taking a bigger swallow of the wine

"It became a regular thing, honestly I'm lucky I didn't get pregnant"

"When I was 20 he passed away, fell off a cliff if you can believe that"
"But he was probably blind drunk"

"After his death I got drunk for the first time"

We sit in silence for a few minutes, then he asks for me to tell him about Max

Shrugging
"I'd known Max my whole life, he was the lighthouse keeper"
"Roughly my parents age"
"Of course he never talked to the children"

"He came to my mothers funeral, which was a surprise at that time I didn't know he even knew her"


"Anyways, I was alone by then we'd moved to the cabin, and I'd see him on the walk to town or back"

"Then he fell, doing something stupid the way that man would do"
"Broke his leg, and I started checking in on him"

"We decided that I would be his housekeeper, cleaning the lighthouse making meals"
"Laundry and all that"

I blush as I remember how our relationship evolved into what can only described as lovers
I almost lived there with him

"Over time our relationship deepened, I found out that he'd wanted to marry my mom"
"But she chose my father instead"

Ashamed to admit it, but for some reason wanting to be honest with him
"We became lovers"
"In a way almost father/daughter, but willing lovers"

 

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"I hope it was a happy time in your life," I said.

I wondered what their relationship would have been like, since the age difference would be a significant factor. Sex might have been less important, but I thought that was unlikely. Max was certainly in his 80s when he passed away. I continued:

"We are made to have relationships with people, whatever they may be. I believe it's very difficult to be alone, especially in a place like this, far from the city, isolated."

The wine was making us emotional and nostalgic, even though not all the memories of our past were good. I saw Clara discreetly wiping away a tear that insisted on welling up in her right eye. I changed the subject again.

"Your dessert was delicious. It's been a long time since I've had such a pleasant dessert! I hope this dinner is the first of many."

Clara seemed surprised by my sentence, which came out so naturally. I really don't know what she was thinking at that moment. She then said it was late and she thought she should go home. I offered to go with her (since it was very dark), but she said the lighthouse light was more than enough to guide her, and she really didn't live very far away. We said goodbye, and Clara started to walk home. I ran to the top of the lighthouse to follow her with my telescope. She went inside and turned on the lights. The bedroom curtains were quite thin, and I could still see as she took off her dress and threw it on the bed, and her black lingerie set was easily identifiable. She went to the bathroom still in her lingerie, I watched her and felt an urgent need to masturbate. She took about 10 minutes in the shower and when she returned to the room she was already wearing a regular nightgown, probably cotton. She turned off the lights and I had to use only my imagination, I came intensely thinking about her masturbating in the bathroom. Soon after, I took a shower and went to sleep.

 

[Becaa57]

I was surprised at him hoping it was a happy time

smiling
"It was the best part of my life, the age difference didn't matter"
Or rather it just added to the relationship"

"We found in each other someone who understood and would fulfill our needs"

We both fall silent after that
I feel sorry for him in that I'd had what I wanted if only for a while
But he wasn't so lucky

When he compliments my dessert, I'm honestly shocked

"Thank you, it's a dessert I've made often over the years"

Looking around seeing it's dark

"Well thank you for dinner, and I would love to do it more often"

"Either up here or you welcome in my cabin

I turn down his offer to walk me home, it's a walk I've done thousands of times over the years

I go in and take off my clothes, deciding a bath was in order I draw one

then in the bath, my fingers find my pussy and I remember the times with Max

Both the sex and the punishments he inflicted on me

After I had a nice orgasm, I slipped into a cotton nightgown
and went to bed

 

[m_caravaggio]

The next day, I wake up, tidy the kitchen, and do my lighthouse maintenance chores. Every now and then, I climb up to the telescope to observe the surroundings, mainly to see if I can detect any movement at Clara's house. The curtains on her bedroom window are open, and I have a good view of the room. She's already dressed normally (I arrived too late to see her change).

I turn on the computer to watch some pornography. I access my favorite site, of the BDSM genre, something I've always enjoyed and had few opportunities to practice. Before meeting Anna, I had a brief relationship with Sarah, who was a masochistic submissive. I didn't know this, and one day she asked me to spank her. First on her buttocks and then on other parts, each time with more intensity. I started to really enjoy it and gain experience, but our relationship ended (she moved to another country), and soon after I met Anna, for whom this type of activity simply didn't make sense. So, I kept my fetish a secret, periodically relieving myself with texts, photos, and films on the subject.

I watched Clara's house a few more times, without success. Night began to fall.

 

[Becaa57]

I'd risen early, a quick breakfast and gathered up the things I need to drop off in town.

I make blankets, crochet or knit, There is a small store in the village that sells some to the occasional tourist on commission of course. But the majority of my sales is in the city a 2 hour bus ride away

Then I went to a store that sold what it called lingerie for the open minded woman.
Max had brought me here years ago and enjoyed seeing me in the outfits
I had found it equally exciting to wear them for him, and often would clean the lighthouse dressed in the maid outfit

Never finished of course
Telling myself that these are probably going to go to waste, I bought a few outfits

I fingered the crops and paddles, almost bought some nipple clamps, decided not too

then a couple of new dresses at a different store

getting back to my cabin after dark. I turn on the lights, look up at the light house
seeing lights on it it.

I put on just a t-shirt, nothing under covers most everything but just barely
make me dinner and sit on the front porch looking at the stars

wondering if maybe I'll have a guest

 

[m_caravaggio]

Clara left the house, and I managed to follow her to the bus stop with my telescope. She certainly knew the bus schedules well because minutes later she was already on one, going somewhere. She returned a few hours later, in the early evening, with several bags; she must have gone shopping. She went inside and turned on the lights. After a while, I watched her sitting on the porch, wearing a loose t-shirt that covered her mid-thigh.

I decided to invent an excuse to go to her house. First, I took a shower and dressed in a t-shirt and shorts (the weather was nice). I went to Clara's house; the car's headlights really helped illuminate the way, I didn't need a flashlight or anything like that. I waved to her as I approached the house.

"Good evening, Clara."

She smiled. I continued:

"I wanted to have any excuse to come see you, but I couldn't think of anything on the way. It was just a desire to see you..."

 

[Becaa57]

I'd seen his car driving down the mountain, that car reminds me that he's new here
most people walk

Max used to walk with a very old lantern lighting his way, my heart would beat faster when I saw him coming to see me

He comes up waving

When he say's
"I wanted to have any excuse to come see you, but I couldn't think of anything on the way. It was just a desire to see you..."

I smile back at him
waving him into the other chair
"Well that's a good enough reason to see me Rick"

"How was your day? You get all settled in?"

"Can I get you something to drink?"
"Tea or wine or????"