Window of a Widow

I rang the doorbell and waited, holding my breath of discontent and excitement because I would see my friend after a long time. My ire was that I wrote him many times, but he never responded to me. I tried to call him several times, but the phone disconnected without leaving a message. When the door opened, a woman in her plain white clothes with her dry hair locks falling on her face and her half-covered head in a white scarf appeared. I got numb to see her and could not believe that she was the same woman I had seen her before with spirit of joy.
She invited me in. It could not take me long to understand the situation. She came in my hug and began crying; I could not hold my emotions too and cry with her. Finally, we settled down, and she explained the tragedy in life. Our conversation continued after supper about the unfortunate night when a fatal accident took the life of her husband. Life had never been nice to her afterwards. I believed that she had not spoken about the pain. She listened to with silently know about her feelings and emotions.
She was so much overwhelmed with her emotions that she came to hold me; I took her in arms to give her protection and solace. She sobbed for a while, and then there was intense silence. I was rubbing her back softly with love and affection to sooth her. She lifted her head and smiled and thanked for being with her in critical moment. She briefly recalled when we used to get together Blake, her husband and my ex for lunch, dinner and picnic. It was beautiful past that glowed on us. Finally, she pulled me to come closer to my face to feel the closeness. She whispered that she had not been touched since widowhood descended on her; she comforted her.
I took her face in both hands and looked at her with affection, and our eyes met, and she took a deep breath. She craned out to reach my lips. She touched my lips and kissed me softly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I caressed her with and holding her in my arms to give her sense of self. We remained in moment for assuagement for a long. She was getting comfortable as she dug her face in my chest and felt the warmth. Finally, she whispered, "Do you like me, I affirmed with positive nodding, she winked with deep breath and asked me amuse me to fill me with spirit of life. I saw a dream of hope floating in her moistened eye.
I reciprocated to her kissing while in sitting in my lap.  She unbuttoned my shirt and felt my bare chest. I pressed her tight to let her feel that she was an adorable woman and lovable. She felt my hardness. I reached below and slipped her PJ down. She unzipped my pants and pulled down. We had skin to skin touch and feeling the warmth of an age-old love.  She laid on the couch and spread her legs. She was wet, and her secretion was dripping. I rubbed on her dripping crack with my tip; she began moaning and her orgasm. I inserted in her and pumped her for a while. She crossed her leg on me and her arms around me to hold me tight in her embrace.
She whispered to me to stay there forever. I could hear the beat of our hearts. I could feel her twitching and gripping on my stiff shaft. We both shared our orgasm; She released me from her hold. She had a smile on her face. Her face bloomed like a beautiful rose and had a splendid smile. She admitted that she had felt loved first time in a long time. I could see the glare of joy of her face.  I hugged and adored her last time to say goodbye to her. She departed me with a smile of hope on her face. Her name Rosie kept ringing in my mind with her words woman is to touch, love, play and make love to her to bloom like a flower while, I walked away from her. (A glimpse of life)