Mrs. Benson is not old, I mean sixty-eight or maybe seventy, she is to me a rather nice-looking woman. She lives one house over and seeing as we both have homes on at least fifteen acres of farmland there is some distance between the two homes. Dad runs a sawmill as well as farming and mom is a nurse's assistant at the hospital. This whole town might consist of seven hundred and fifty people and two-thirds being farmers.

Sorry for not saying who I am, I'm Buck, but the way I eff up at times, Pa says I'm more like eighty cents worth. A bit over half a buck since while riding my 91 Harley Sporty with a dirt bike tire on it, I swerved to avoid a massive tree that fell during the last storm and decided it was best to take out part of a fence than hit the tree. It was more of me than the bike that took out twenty-five feet of fence and my body ached and I am limping, so Pa figured that between Mrs. Benson calling up and me hobbling around, I know something about a messed-up fence.

It is evening and we're eating supper. Between mouthfuls of mashed and sliced chicken with gravy, Pa asks, "You know something bout a fence being hit by a human being and dirt bike tire tracks?"

"Yup, I know all about it, that tree came down, the last storm I imagine."

"Well get over there tomorrow morning and fix it...o.k.?" He wasn't mad, he just said what he had to.

I was gonna go out with a few friends this evening, but damn, that fence has ta be fixed. So I decide to stay home and read a book and hit the sack. I'll have some work tomorrow for sure so I better get a good night's sleep. Well, it is a bright sunny day to fix a fence. I get washed and dressed have a bowl of cereal; hop in my truck and head over to Mrs. Benson's place.

"Well Buck, you're in time for a cup of coffee and sausage gravy ova biscuits. Care for some?"

"Yes, thanks very much, Mrs. Benson.

"Buck, we're neighbors fa gosh sake, just call me Edna...o.k."

"Sure thing Edna." I am looking at those heels as she walks over to the old Glennwood range. Damn, she looks good, in a blouse and skirt and not-so-old patent black pumps, I think it sweet that she wants to have some femininity out in the sticks. What I really like is those gold half-square glasses part down her nose with a beaded chain of white glossy beads. I don't know if it is the style, but they sit upon her nose like a slightly inverted V or the temples somewhat lower than the bridge, they are not too thick of a lens but they are spotless and sparkling and between them and their beaded chain they get me quite hard. I find myself looking at her half-glasses and I like the woman I see behind them.

"Thanks very much, Edna, that was sweet of you and delicious too."

"You got a pocket watch with you?" Asks Edna.

"Well yes."

"Good, be here for lunch at noon, o.k."

"Yes thank you very much."

Four hours later I had a fair part of the fence fixed, I had to dig some post holes, and that went well. no big rocks or roots. Something about those sparkling' half-glasses is turning me on and I like it, for the last four hours a part of my mind's eye sees the way they let the light of the room glimmer in them. Time for lunch and I drive over to Edna's place. Edna has one big-ass burger and fried taters with onions for lunch and a cold can of cream soda. She still has those sweet half-glasses part down her nose and I see the newspaper laid out on the coffee table. I am also snatching' looks at her heels. We have some light talk about what's going on in town and a bit of gossip.

"So, will the fence be done today?" Edna nicely asks.

"No, I see it done before noon tomorrow though."

"Well it's no real big hurry, I mean it is hot out. You be back here at five for supper now, hear me?"

"You are very sweet, Edna."

"I know all about it, Buck..."

"All about what Edna?"

"We will talk later, Buck... bye."

"Your not mad about anything are you?"

"See you at five, Buck."

Well, this is surely interesting, Was I too obvious about looking at her heels or half-glasses. The fence is almost done. say two maybe two and a half hours left tomorrow morning. I am back at Edna's, she is warm to me. "Go wash up dear." She has a nice t-bone steak with string beans and a baked tater with sour cream.

"So Buck, I have to tell you, I know all about it."

"I'm really sorry about that Edna, a tree came down and I didn't want to hit it at forty miles an hour."

"Buck... just what are you talking 'bout?"

"How I messed up your fence."

"I want the fence fixed, yes, but that is not what this is about. "You think I didn't notice how you kept looking at me, I didn't plan it but I think you have a thing for my reading glasses."

"I was that obvious, huh, Edna?"

"An that's not all, you like my heels too... don't say you don't... the way you looked at them as they clip-clop cross the floor. If you think I didn't notice...Buck"

"Well I hope I didn't upset you, you have been very sweet," I say as I feel I am turning colors.

"Buck, why do you look so sheepish? You did nothing wrong, you can always talk to me."

"Edna, you mean really talk to you?" I hope she does mean it I am very much alone and for the most part, can deal with it alright, but there are times I'd love to be able to sit down an' talk to a nice woman about things.

"Yes Buck, everyone in the world needs a friend, I know I do." There is something very sweet and humble about this lady.

"Well o.k. Edna, I don't know just what it is but those half-glasses an' beaded chain, the way you keep them sparklin' and how the light o' the room is seen in them, would you think I am daft if I told you they turn me on, and your patent black heels as well, so much seriousness there."

"Of course not Buck, I used to read all about such things as psychiatry about the sexes, what turns us on and or off for that matter. The mind is the biggest erotic part of sex, You are a regular guy who enjoys a woman's femininity. I knew you'd be coming over yesterday morning, that's why I dolled myself up a bit, the skirt and blouse, the heels, and I must say you looked at me in ways a woman could love. You say I look very serious? Well... I'm not trying to, but I have heard at times, that glasses make people look serious, maybe my silver half-rounds look less serious."

"I can't say till I see them."

She gets the pair from a drawer in the hutch, these have a chain of clear glass beads sort of longish and small purple beads, they are the half-moon style.

"These are very nice Edna, very lady-like."

"Let's sit on the sofa, shall we?"

"Try them, Buck I know you want to." She tells me with a smile.

"Well since you told me to."

"Buck, be honest with me and yourself, I can see you getting a rod in your pants, there is nothing wrong in liking a woman's things, especially if they get you hard and I can see myself wanting some of that. Watch this Buck. Give me the glasses back."

She takes them by the beads and lowers them, letting them swing and lets them sit on the lump in my pants, and wraps the beaded chain around it.

I really like it, Buck that you like my half-glasses. I'm going to want you to keep'em clean and sparklin' for me as I know you will like them getting you hard, this pair too."

She hands me her gold half-square style and I clean them till the light of the room glimmers in them.

I know you will like doing this for me, Right Buck?"

"You're right Edna, I like you a lot and your things too."

"Now that I think about it my husband used them at times, it was interesting how he'd put the beads over his head."

"Why'd he grab your half's Edna?"

"My halfs? What do you mean? Oh yes, my glasses. Yes, I have heard of reading glasses called half-glasses at times
why is that Buck?"

"Well as I heard it, half the time you look through them and half the time you're looking over them."

"Oh, I do that all the time, if I look through'em when walking, it is all blurry. I hardly heard of them being called half-glasses."

"So why'd your husband grab your halfs?"

"I asked him, and he said, 'I gotta adjust the points on the tractor,' do you know what that meant?"

"Oh yeah Edna, I've seen that tractor, it has an H4 style magneto on it, when it comes to ignition mags you need a good condenser and the proper point setting for the engine to run right."

I am buzzing like the coils in a Ford tractor, damn she is a smart woman, she is cool, says what she wants to say, and is not into all this political correctness BS. I was never into that correctness thing, I never voted on it either. Having been with girls in school, they were nice and all that but a bit too modern for my mind. They would tell me you don't say this or you don't do that. It took not much of the younger set to know I am more content being with Edna. It has only been three meals with Edna and she is quite warm to me, she sure can cook. It is fair to say I can enjoy life with Edna.

Buck, I was married for forty-five years and I loved him as dearly as he loved me, I am dying of loneliness Buck, and I am hoping you will understand what I am saying as well, the days keep me pretty busy, and thank God I am able to do what needs to be done, but the nights... the nights are bad at times, I guess I am saying or asking is much more to the point of do you think we could be the best of neighbors? Your friendliness to me could mean so much to me and I'd love to spend time just talking to you about what's happening in the world and I have another job I'd like to get done, do you know anything about mechanics, like in getting that tractor running as it could be a real help around here, I have a wagon it can pull and if you could cut down some trees, I could bring them back here and split them."

"Well Edna, I guess if I can weld and clean out a tractor carb I could get it running for you, A tractor sure can be a great thing to have out here. When's the last time it ran?"

"A few years ago Buck. I checked it a while ago and I see I left the valve on for the gas. the battery was still up and she cranked but wouldn't start."

"Edna, I am gonna say I can get it going, I had that happen on my bike once, I hadda pull off the carb and clean the jets and that got her running."

"I think it is very sweet what you and your friend down there think of my heels an readin' glasses, can you imagine my beaded chain round your cock, me dragging my glasses over your balls and cumming all over my heels? I know it is what you want to do and I would love to have you do that, as well as keep a few similar pairs of my glasses spotless. let's talk about this on the sofa, shall we?"

We go to her sofa and sit, I sit close to her. she really is an attractive woman who, to me is quite sincere, Edna has no uppity attitude with her, she is really down to earth.

"Buck, I like the way you look at me." She tells me as she holds my hand. "I'd like to think we could be the best of friends and I could do things with these fetishes you have." "Damn, it is funny, but this woman knows a lot more
than I thought at first. "The only thing I would ask is that I would be the only woman in your life."

Well, that just did it. I have the chance to have a fine older lady in my life who knows a lot about me and like my fetishes, her even knowing about sexual psychology is very nice. I take her hand in mine. "Edna, I would be so happy to have you in my life. anything I am able to help you with, getting that tractor going is a fine idea.

"Oh Buck, thank you so much! I kind of knew the way you were lookin' at me you were happy."

"Well, don't just sit there Edna, stand up so I can hug you already...sheesh!"

She gets up and I wrap my arms around her, she has a nice pair of blossoms for sure. With one hand she takes off her glasses and holds them next to my face.."Lick and smooch Edna's half-glasses?" Do I ever, one could say I made a union job of it.

"Thank you, Buck, now I have a part of you with me, I like that. Did you like licking and smooching my half-glasses, I am going to call them that now. Buck, I can see how content you are, that makes me feel so good."

"Edna, you are a fine-looking woman, part for the way you dress and your personality has a lot to do with it. I am so content to have an older woman in my life."

"Let's talk some more Buck. Did you go all the way with the girls from High school?"

"Yeah, but I won't with you." I guess I expressed it the wrong way, not meaning to.

"Why?" Edna asks. "You don't think it would be as good?" saying it with a bit of sadness.

"Edna, very much the opposite, I know with you it would be better than anything I ever had. There is love here. with those girls it, at the time seemed like love, but no it wasn't, they were discovering their sexuality and wanted to pop the cherry, probably with the star of the football team, who knows. I want to have real sex with you but let's just take it easy, I can brush your hair in the evenings..."

"You would brush my hair? Oh Buck, that too is making love to a woman. it is romantic."

"I know it, Edna, there are lots of ways to make a woman happy, breakfast in bed, washing her up. "

"You're a lot older than your years Buck, I like that. Your Dad must be a real gentleman for you to be as you are."

"Well thanks for that Edna, just don't let that get out, he'd get so mad."

"Why, it's not a bad thing."

"No it is a good thing, probably why you like me so much, but he wants to be known outside the house as a real tough kind of man."

"Oh I see, it is a guy thing, how he wants the world to see him."

A week later I am over by the fence I fixed and cutting up that tree that came down and I stand there, cock my head to the west, Damn is that piano music! Holee Efing molee from Edna's place even. No, it can't be. Can it? it is a quiet day. She like everyone else would have their windows open. I decide to walk a bit closer, her house is about an eighth of a mile away. Yup, that is her all right. My heart is full of gladness. I took piano a few years ago till Miss Goodinson died, damn she was good, no other piano instructor around for a damn good distance.

I have a fair amount of wood in the truck and I head on over to Edna's or her and my place as I plan on being there a lot more after last week.

I knock on her door, "Come on in Buck, a nice surprise., sit on the sofa?" she brings me a large glass of lemonade and sits next to me.

"Geeze, Edna, how come you didn't tell me you know Frederick Chopin and his etude opus ten number three?"

Her face shows great happiness and surprise as well.

"Maybe you'll play Beethoven's Pathetique and the Moonlight sonata?"

"Oh Buck, this is wonderful that you know about classical music."

"Well I do know about piano, I took a few years with Gloria Goodinson till God called her to the heavens.

"Buck, I will be so happy to give you lessons."

"On the piano... right?

"You're something else, Buck!"