Just Doing the Lords Work

urtles53 - 12/12/2025

I had just retired at seventy after a very successful career in real estate and had bought a nice beach house to live out my golden years in. I rode out a real estate boom in Florida and had worked longer than I had anticipated because of a hot market and decided to retire when the market went south. Truthfully, I wasn't feeling all that golden about life from here on out, but I suppose it beat the alternative. In many ways old age slowly paints one into a corner as the body degenerates and you become invisible to younger generations. Like the old stand-up joke went, "First you get old, then you get sick, and then you die. If you're lucky." And I was lucky. I was in excellent health, kept fit and active, was financially comfortable, and looked way younger than my age would suggest. I had been married four times and was now single and happy. Being a good husband was obviously not in my skill set. Luckily, I never had any children nor did I want too. Actually, luck had very little to do with it. I planned to never have offspring. I was too much a child myself for that to have turned out very well. In retrospect that was a wise decision too. I for sure would have raised a school shooter. I had my share of girlfriends through the years, but at 70 that was getting harder to keep up with too. Quite honestly, I didn't feel very sexy lately. Gone were the days of asking the twenty something checkout girl at the grocery store for a date. It was easier being alone than becoming a dirty old man. Like everywhere else in the country, I noticed the homeless population had increased dramatically after the COVID Pandemic in my neck of the woods. There was one freeway exit I used a lot that always had a contingent of homeless begging for money. Often there was this woman on that corner that fascinated me for some reason. Actually, the reason was pretty obvious, as she was very attractive and it aroused my curiosity as to how she ended up in this situation. It didn't add up. She must have been in her twenties, was very petite with a tight little body, and a very cute face. I could see her sex appeal even through the street grime She was often in shorts and a halter top, and I am sure she made pretty good change at that intersection. I was also pretty sure looking like that would invite a special kind of hell on the street too. I for sure always gave her a few bucks for her perky personality and winning ways. She had a whole performance vibe and earned her handouts. I never saw any evidence of her turning tricks, but she could have been. One time I was at that intersection and saw her being harassed by a homeless guy. I gave her a whistle and opened my passenger door, and she ran to get in. I just drove around for a while so I could hear her story. Her name was Wendy, she was twenty-six, originally from Tampa, had come from an abusive home environment with a drug addicted mother and a stepfather who had raped her in high school. She ran away at 18 and got involved with some other bad choices in men and life. Wendy had been on the street about 3 months, and it had been a struggle being a single woman surviving. She was surprisingly articulate, and I could tell she was pretty smart. Turns out Wendy was the granddaughter of a New York State senator. Her mom had been the wild child hippie chick that flew the coop. And Wendy was even hotter close up and I guessed would clean up really good. I decided to take a huge risk. At 70 I really didn't give a fuck, and I always had a pretty good gut for sniffing out situations. "How about you coming to my house, take a shower, and getting something to eat." I told Wendy, "Let's reboot this day for you. Don't worry, there will be no expectations. Ha! I'm too old for expectations!" "Thanks" Wendy replied, "I would really appreciate that. Trust me, expectations are tame compared to what I experience out here on the streets every single day." I have a pretty nice house on the beach, and to a homeless woman from the streets it must have seemed like she had died and gone to heaven. Wendy walking around looked like a scene out of the movie 'Pretty Woman'. I led her to the bathroom and threw a man's white dress shirt on the counter for her to wear post shower. I told her to throw all her dirty clothes outside the bathroom door, and I would wash them along with all her other stuff while she was showering. She was happy and singing in the shower as I prepared a little lunch for the both of us. Wendy took a long time, but the wait was well worth it. My hunch that she would clean up very nicely was correct. She bounced into the kitchen barefoot with only my white dress shirt on. She was very petite, so it covered her efficiently considering I knew she had no panties on. They were in my wash with all her other clothes. "I borrowed your razor for a long overdue trimming!" Wendy giggled, "Hope that was OK. In fact, I think I used a little bit of every product in your bathroom!" "Perfectly OK" I replied, "Looks like it paid off! You look fresh and beautiful! Here, come get something to eat." "Ha, I for sure smell better!" Wendy laughed, "Wowie, I haven't had any real food for days! Thank you so very much for being my knight in shining armor!" We ate a simple lunch of a heated up left-over stir-fry from the night before I had in the fridge. Wendy scarfed it all down with incredible gusto! Then we went out to the pool, and she decided to take a dip. Her exiting the pool in only a soaking men's white dress shirt had to rank right up there with one of the most erotic sights I have ever seen! Wendy was very aware of it too and milked it. She was earning a place to stay tonight off the streets and doing a fine job of it. I had some things to consider and decisions to make, and quickly. "You can spend the night, Wendy." I told her. "I have a nice quest bedroom with an ocean view. It comes with no obligations. This evening after dinner I want to lay out a plan for your future I am willing to help you with. It will be strict and hard, but I see something in your character that I want to nourish and see flourish." "Wow, thank you so very much!" Wendy bubbled, "I was hoping maybe I could get off the street for one night, but I wasn't going to ask you. My tension is melting, and I am feeling so tired and sleepy. Can I take a nap?" "Wendy, you can do anything you want today." I replied, "In fact I want you to be clear headed and refreshed when we talk this evening. Have a good sleep." And sleep Wenday did, which gave me time to come up with a plan for her future that would depend on how serious she was about turning her life around. When Wendy awoke and came out to the pool, I already had Burgers on the grill. This girl needed some protein to help digest what I was about to lay out for her. We ate our burgers outside under a perfect Florida Winter evening sky. Wendy had even started to heal up and glow in the few hours since we had met. Her not asking for alcohol was a good sign too. There appeared to be no indication of a drug problem either. She had mentioned how she hated drugs because of her mother's addiction issues. I had a good feeling about her, and I had made a very good living off judging character quickly. My plan was simple. I owned a lower end, centrally located apartment building consisting of studio apartments and would let Wendy live in one with no rent until she got on her feet. I would also add a small cash stipend so she could eat, buy some decent clothes, etc. Then she would need to find a job and having been in the real estate business in this community for a while, I had many leads. We would take it month by month and see how Wendy handled it. If she blew this opportunity, she would be out on the street again. I had a hunch she would succeed. Wendy was very excited and enthused and promised me she would not screw this opportunity up. She knew the street was not a viable option for very long. I told her the place was already furnished, and she could move in tomorrow. I also told Wendy to go back to bed and sleep on it, as tomorrow was going to be a busy day. I was tired too and retreated to my bedroom after giving Wendy another fresh men's white dress shirt to wear as pajamas. I couldn't sleep with all the things racing through my mind, so I stayed up and wrote down a diagram of how this plan might work. I soon heard a soft knock on my bedroom door and Wendy entered dressed in the fresh white dress shirt looking like an angel. "Looks like you can't sleep either." Wendy said with a smile, "You loaded up my mind with all kinds of promise, hope, and things to contemplate. I don't want to be alone tonight. I want to be with you, if you let me." With that, Wendy came to the foot of my bed and slowly unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor. Her body was as beautiful as I had imagined. I swept back the covers and invited Wendy in. I always slept in the nude. She playfully jumped into bed, and it was on. I could have come up with a hundred reasons this was going to be a bad idea, but as I had brought up before, at 70 I just didn't care. Wendy straddled me as her perfectly perky breasts lightly brushed against my chest. She looked deeply into my eyes as she kissed me slowly and passionately. My cock started to get erect beneath her cunt. She slowly worked her way down my chest with kisses until she reached my cock and slipped it in her warm mouth. She sucked it to as big of an erection as I have had in many a moon. After a while Wendy worked her way back up to my lips and we kissed passionately again. "I want you inside me." Wendy whispered in my ear, "I need to feel you cum inside me." With that, Wendy guided my swollen cock into her welcoming moist vagina. It had been a while for me, and it felt as close to heaven as I will probably ever get. She slowly lowered down on my cock until I was embedded in her to the hilt. Then a natural rhythm emerged as Wendy moved her hips on top of me while softly moaning. Soon Wendy was pounding me like a pile driver until a huge orgasm swept over her as she started to spasm before she collapsed in my arms and we gently kissed. I had not even cum yet, but the night was young, and that was a good place to be. By the time the dawn's light kissed my bedroom window, Wendy and I had gone round the world sexually in about every position one could possibly imagine. I came more times in that one night than I can ever even recall before. Wendy was one orgasmic woman too. It seemed like she was constantly climaxing all night long. We ended up our love making session with a traditional and very romantic missionary position with much tender kissing and pillow talk. I had already decided this would only be a onetime event. I had no desire to be that old man with whom everyone assumed Wendy was my daughter. I always found older men with younger women kind of creepy really. No, it would get no better than last night and I wanted it to be a special memory. Wendy had a lot to prove and accomplish, and my sugar daddy role would be from a safe, observational distance. I explained this to Wendy over breakfast, and she seemed genuinely a little disappointed that last night was all there was going to be. I reassured her I wasn't backing out in any of the commitments I made to her. I wanted Wendy to succeed. And succeed Wendy did. She became the receptionist in a real estate office through a contact I had. From there she got her real estate license and became a top producer in less than a year. She bought her own house, married a great guy, and is with child as I write. And I might add, paid me back every penny I loaned her, including the rent I gave her for free. I call that a win/win! This doing the Lord's work paid off!