"Click, click, click, click" was the sound my heels made as I rushed across the parking lot to join my two friends who had been waiting for me to finish a conversation. We had just left a meeting for an organization we belonged to that aimed to help homeless women find housing. It was a mix of about forty men and woman from different backgrounds who volunteered their time and resources in different ways.

"Sorry girls. I didn't mean to keep you waiting so long." I apologized.

"No problem. Who was that man you were talking to?" Jenny asked.

"Dan. You don't know him?"

Jenny shook her head but Sharon said "I've seen him here a lot. He's good looking, for an older man." She added.

"Yes," I agreed. "He reminds me of some old movie actor."

"Clark Gable?" Jenny offered.

"Kind of. Also Gregory Peck, with a mustache." I laughed. "He kind of has that one raised eyebrow thing going."

"Yes, Gregory Peck, but shorter of course." Jenny agreed.

I told the girls that Dan had been a part of this organization as long as I had and that I was just talking to him about his illness. He had been fighting cancer for six years.

"Wow!" Both girls' eyes got big and I knew this was especially hitting home for Jenny because her mom had recently been diagnosed as well.

"And he still shows up here?" Sharon asked.

"Yes, he is a really good man. But as he pointed out, there are a lot of beautiful women here!" I laughed.

Both women nodded in agreement and Jenny added, "Yeah, screw dating sites! If I were a man, this would be the place I would come to meet woman. There are a lot of beautiful single women here. Oh, and married ones too, Lisa."

"Ha-Ha, good save Jenny."

"He really doesn't look sick." Sharon observed.

"Well, he is extremely thin and hiding it well." I leaned in closer and looked around to make sure there wasn't anyone else standing within an ear shot, "Once I walked out of a meeting and he was making out with a woman in the parking lot. She must have been twenty years younger than him, and I don't mean they were just kissing. He had her pinned up against a car and they were going at it like two teenagers!" I fanned myself with my hand and added "It was so hot! But just now he was just telling me that he has a colostomy and I could tell he was really embarrassed about it. He said that it wasn't sexy at all and he rolled his eyes."

"Oh, that is so sad." Sharon empathized. "Does he have family to help him?"

"He is divorced for many years and has grown kids that help out, but I am sure they are pretty busy with their own lives. That is another thing I was just talking about with him. I wanted to know if there is anything I could help him with, cooking, cleaning, laundry, whatever. But I don't think he will take my help. It is hard for people to accept help, men even more so."

Both women nodded their heads sympathetically and Jenny added "I wish there was something we could do for him."

"Me too. I hope he takes me up on my offer. Well, shall we go eat?" They nodded and we went to our cars.

I didn't hear from Dan that month, but the following month I saw him getting out of his car in the parking lot. I strategically did not wait for him, but lingered at the bottom of the stairs until I knew he was close, and then I walked up the stairs ahead of him so he could get a good view. I am not a young woman, but I keep very fit and I am a bit of a show off too. I know Dan appreciates my looks, so I wanted to make sure he could see me walking up the stairs in my strappy heels and summer dress that was a few inches above the knees. I waited for him at the top of the stairs.

"Hey Dan, how are you feeling?" I asked.

"Pretty decent now that I am taking a break from chemo, thank you for asking." He smiled.

"Well you had no problem scaling those stairs." I noted.

He laughed and said "That's because I still like to chase pretty women."

I smiled and gave him a half hug and he kissed me on the cheek. "You are not going to call me, are you?" I was referring to the help I offered and he knew it.

"Probably not." He shrugged. "You know, I'm doing okay, really."

"I get it Dan, but I want to help in some way. You know how I am. You are the same way and that is why you are here. You know it would make me feel good to be helpful."

"I do."

"Well, you have my number if you need anything at all, even company."

He thanked me and then we walked into the meeting and did not talk again that night.

The following month I noticed he was moving a little slower and it made me feel both sad and bold. "Okay, Dan. What's it going to take? Do I have to offer to wear a French Maid's outfit to get you to let me come over?"

His eyes got big and he answered "Oh yeah, that would do it for me." And he chuckled. He obviously thought I was kidding.

I felt I had to force myself on him. He would never ask for help, but I really wanted to do something for him, afterall, we had been friendly for many years and I knew we both liked each other. "Okay, I'm coming over Thursday between 4:00 and 5:00. Text me if anything comes up, otherwise I will be there in uniform."

He lifted his eyebrows in surprise, not sure whether to take me seriously, but I meant it. The only part was, I wasn't sure about the French Maid's outfit. I may be a show off, but I also happen to be married.

The next day I decided to check on buying such an outfit, just in case. I went to a novelty store near my house that sold costumes all year long. I knew my neighbor owned the store, but I was hoping he wasn't there. He was.

"Hey Lisa, what brings you here?" He asked.

"French Maid." I gave a quick answer not really wanting to talk to this guy.

"Oh-oh-oh," he laughed, "But Halloween is far away, you must be planning something naughty?"

"Um, yeah, do you have any?"

"Of course." He said and went to a box and pulled out packaged costumes and said "I'm guessing you are a small" as he looked me up and down.

"How much?" I really didn't want to engage this guy in conversation who was probably already picturing me in the get up. I paid him quickly and left the store without trying it on.

When I got home I took the costume out of the package and was really disappointed in the quality. I thought the white apron looked good, but the skirt and top were not very flattering and the material looked cheap. I decide to pull the tulle out of the skirt and use a black full skirt I already owned and just hem it very short. It worked. The skirt fit me perfectly and now it was very short and flared out. I already owned a black top that was low cut. I just sewed the white lace trim around the low neckline. I decided to ditch the silly hat, put on black sheer stockings that stopped at the thigh and black patent leather pumps. For underneath, I chose my black "lacy butt" panties. I tried on the ensemble and looked at myself in the mirror. I was impressed. In fact, I was getting turned on. I turned around and bent over a little to make sure there would be a glimpse of the top of my stockings and there was. I grabbed a feather duster I already owned and a little step stool and tried a number of positions to see if my panties might show. I was getting really aroused at the thought of someone seeing me like this and decided to take a few photos with my phone.

I chose one that showed me from the waist up and prepared a text message to Dan that read "See you Thursday." I wondered if I was being too brazen due to the fact that I actually knew he could not have sex in his condition. At least I didn't think he could. Then I remembered the very tragic truth that he could die without seeing me in this outfit. I immediately pressed "send."

I got a text a few minutes later that read "Looking forward to it."

Hmmm.

Thursday came and I will admit I was nervous! Although I am a pretty good flirt, this exceeded anything I had ever done and I didn't want to embarrass myself. I put a coat on even though it was only 70 degrees. I couldn't walk up to his door dressed like that.

I rang the door and Dan answered. He looked handsome, as usual, but very tired. "How are you?" I asked.

"Oh, you know." He shrugged his shoulders. "Happy to see you." And he politely kissed my cheek and offered to take my coat.

I held on to my coat and asked "Um Dan? You know I am actually wearing a special outfit, don't you?"

"I was really hoping so."

I let him take my coat. He stood back and looked me up and down. "Perfect." Was all he said, and he hung my coat. "Can I get you anything? Would you like something to drink?"

"Oh no," I answered, "Let me wait on you. That is what I am here for."

I already knew my way around his house a little bit from several years of Christmas parties for our charity where I helped clean up. "Would you have a seat and let me wait on you?"

"Whatever you want." He answered. "But I already have a drink by my chair."

"Well," I said looking around "Your place looks pretty clean. Not sure what I should do?"

"I actually have a cleaning service and they came yesterday."

"What? So you don't need me at all!" I laughed.

"Well they were frumpy women in jeans and sneakers. They didn't have what you have to offer."

"I'll bet they cleaned better." I laughed, and Dan did too. "Laundry? Dishes? Cooking?"

"Whatever you want, Lisa. I am just pleased to watch you move about my house in that outfit." He grinned.

I smiled. It didn't take much encouragement to get me going. I decide to dust off the collection of artifacts he had on his shelves, but the feather duster wasn't really going to work. It was a prop, after all. I got a clean rag out of his kitchen and a step stool and began the process of stepping up to take each item down and clean it, then climb back up and return it. I positioned the stool so that he could get a good view of my legs and bottom each time I climbed the stairs. I could practically feel his eyes burning the back of my legs and it was getting me very hot.

"Do you mind if I put on music?" I asked.

"Not at all."

I put on an old R & B station and explained "I like to dance." Dan smiled in return and I spent a few minutes cleaning and getting into the music, just like I would if I were cleaning at home which means shaking my butt to the music.

"You really do like to dance." Dan laughed. "And you are good at it."

I laughed and explained "I grew up next door to a black family with four girls. We used to watch, no let me correct that, we used to study Soul Train then spend hours practicing in front of the mirror. I have observed that the problem with most white girls is they simply dance too fast. Slow is better, don't you think Dan?" I was smiling and still moving my hips to the music.

"Sometimes slow is better, but variety is key." Dan shot back.

"Touche." I laughed and picked up the feather duster to jab at him.

I continued to clean every item on his shelf and chatted lightly and danced some more. I really was enjoying his eyes on me, but I still wasn't sure where this was going or what he was getting out of it, so I asked "Dan, is there anything else I can do for you? This doesn't seem like enough."

"Donna, I am enjoying your company and really enjoying the view that you have thoughtfully provided me. If you went home now, I would be more than grateful."

(Oh damn. He wants me to leave?)

"But I did take the liberty of buying you a present."

"What! Dan! You were not supposed to do that. You just cancelled out my being of service!" I pretended I was going to swat him with the feather duster but he didn't flinch.

"You better see what it is before you decide how to react. It is in that drawer over there." He pointed to the shelves on the other wall.

I walked over and opened the drawer at the bottom of the shelf and took out a gray box that was not wrapped, but had a red bow on it. I took the box out and turned to face him. He didn't say anything, so I opened the box. Inside were three different sex toys. I laughed and nearly dropped the box. "Oh my, Dan." I looked at the items closer and there was a good sized realistic flesh colored dildo, a streamlined vibrator, and a small G-spot stimulator exactly like the one I had at home.

"I hope you are not insulted." He said.

I laughed again. "Um, no. Pretty sure I brought this on myself. This is quite a variety you have provided. Very thoughtful. But what is it exactly you want Dan? Are you hoping to use one of these on me?"

"No Lisa. The truth is I cannot rely my body to react as I want it to and I could not enjoy myself risking that embarrassment. What I was really hoping is that you would use one. Hopefully in my presence, or in the privacy of your own home if you prefer."

I wasn't looking at Dan. I was looking in the box and thinking about what to do next. I was really turned on by this simple request, but I had never done anything like this before. I had played with myself while being intimate with someone, but never while someone just looked on.

Dan went on, "If you decide to indulge yourself here, I will not touch you. Instead I will pleasure myself to the memory many times over in my own privacy."

I knew I was going to do it, but wasn't sure how to go about it. Do I close my eyes and pretend he is not there? Do I 'act'? Or do I cut loose and enjoy myself. I thought about it and knew it was going to depend on Dan's face when I looked up. If he looked sad and pleading, I would not deny him, but it would be hard to get into it.

I raised my face and met his eyes and caught my breath. He did not look like a sad dying man. He looked like a predator, hungry and lustful with a very determined look on his face. It was hot. Oh, this was going to be good. Very good.

"Dan? Would it be okay if I use all three?"

Dan grinned and said "You really are perfect."

Nine months later, I went to Dan's funeral with Jenny and Sharon. I never told anyone what I did at Dan's house that day.

I introduced myself to Dan's grown son and daughter and the daughter recognized my name. "Oh, you were one of the people Dad left a letter for me to mail. You should be getting it soon." I was touched and excited. It arrived two days after the funeral.

Lisa,

Many people say your first sexual encounter is the most memorable, but I disagree. You were the last person I interacted with sexually and I relived that memory with great pleasure many times over. I can not tell you what a turn on it was for me to experience your orgasms, to be close enough to smell you, to watch you tremble after you came, and to bask in the afterglow. I can never thank you enough for being bold enough to force your way into my house, and brave enough to pleasure yourself in my presence. You made me a very happy man and I hope you never forget me. It pleased me that you took those three toys home with you. Please name the big one after me.

Love,

Dan