Do you remember Eliza?

A man in his late forties approached her as she sat alone on the park bench. The woman, also in her late forties glanced at the man as he sat down in the empty space beside her. He was greying at the sides and his once youthful skin had begun to sag. He took out a cigarette and lit it.
 
"Don't do that around me." She said, her voice dry like a desert on any given day.
 
A look between childlike amusement and disgust crossed the man's face. "Ok" he mumbled, his voice equally as dry. He crushed the smoldering head of the cigarette on the park bench.  
 
"Do tell me..."  
 
He said as a March wind blew the leaves that were on the ground about them. The park had been packed when they had arrived twenty minutes ago and now people sparsely dotted the landscape. The sky was a multitude of different shades of greys, reds and oranges as the sun was setting.
 
"...do you ever think back to that day Eliza?"  
 
 
Her mind flashed. Twenty years ago things had been different, very different. The man who sits beside her hadn't looked so aged and worn. Back then he had left the curtains open so that passerby might gaze in as he undressed, no, stripped for the public. He had received many letters, mostly from women so horny they didn't know what to do with themselves or women so lonely they had forgotten what it was like. A couple of men sent letters to. But most importantly, she remembered the night and it sent a chill through her.
 
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They had been going at it for a hour or so, most of the time eaten up by foreplay. She on her knees an him at her back glistening like a Greek god right out of legend. Whole body glistening his hair in a mess from moments before. Pulling out then flipping her over on her back, he was upon her. Kissing her and licking every inch of her. She was lost in a world of pleasure. She felt a hand slide under her ass "What is he doing" she thought and in a flash (of pain) she knew and enjoyed it to. Squirming she moaned and he forced his tongue down her throat. Seconds later his waist was ever pounding harder against between her legs. He pulled his lips form hers and bit his lower lips and she screamed as excitement left her. He finished shortly after.
 
Cuddling after, him smoking a cigar, import she believed he whispered in her ear all that she had been wanting to hear. Then the moment of terror came. The front door, someone was at it sticking keys in. He wasn't whispering anymore, panicking and frantically trying to put his pants on he quietly told her to get dressed. Then the door opened. "Hello?" called the voice, a woman's voice....
 
 
to be continued?