Lonely Old Woman Wanting High Performance Mature Gentleman
This is my second story based on real experience and events, I am Anglo Indian age 65 years old and widowed and retired from business, my wife died 5 years ago suddenly. Since then I have remained quite active. My daughter and son are living and working away and seldom visits me, as they are busy with their own families. My son is in Mumbai and due to go to UK soon, and my daughter is married and in the USA. Being a widower it is quite easy to mix up with the opposite sex of a similar age group. I am very interested in playing Bridge which is a card game requiring some skill and intelligence. I must say it is played very seriously and is the place where mature older woman are going to be passing their time and selectively socializing. Bridge tournaments are organized and played in various cities and countries so it is ideal to be able to go different places with a group of woman and men. I always have my eye open for the woman. So a few months after my wife died I decided to stop grieving and to start living, I know my dear departed wife would want me to do that. I started attending my local Anglo Indian social club and inquired whether there were openings for an experienced player. A little about me now, I am 65 years of age, a good height of nearly 6 feet tall, a well-proportioned body with a hint of a tummy. I go to fitness and exercise most days, I have a light tan skin coloring and a hairy body, my cock is normal size and for my height and weight and when soft is just 5 inches long and a nice thickness with low hanging scrotum and 2 good sized balls. When the cock went hard it is will go to about 7inches long and thicker. The top of my cock is large and like a mushroom head and hardens as the blood rushes to the tip and makes it look like a giant red lollypop ready to be sucked and enjoyed. Okay back to my experiences, I was interested in finding a mature single woman needing a good bridge partner, the club organizer looked at his members listing and soon highlighted a woman whose partner had recently died and wanted to get a good experienced replacement. My luck was in that afternoon because the organizer confirmed that the woman Mrs. Grey was presently in the club’s reading room, within a moment I was introduced to Mrs Grey and invited to join her in some refreshments, which I gladly accepted. After a few formalities related to who I was, what I did for a living, where wife, etc., the topic came down to the game of bridge and how she need a good partner, reliable and experienced with a wiliness to travel to tournaments. Listening to me attentively I could see her looking at my figure carefully; I was wearing the light weighted cotton Indian style dress with fine cotton underwear. Even in normal relaxed times my pants could not hide the bulge of my cock, and I felt the sofa chair I was sitting on probably made the bulge look more pronounced. It was then that Mrs Grey held out her hand and said, I think I have found a new partner and gently held my hand, please call me Susan. By the way, what is your name? I replied I am Raju Simon, please call me Raju. Mrs Grey, I mean Susan was a very confident looking woman, around 60 years old, same Anglo-Indian background and had been a college principal and owner of the college. Her figure was attractive and slim but I felt her salwar dress was probably hiding a lot more. Susan talked mostly telling me that she played bridge to win only. And she expected me as her new partner to soon understand how her playing style was. She referred to the great master players and how they played and I could discuss tactics and strategies with her. I could see she was pleased with me so far. Over a very late lunch we continued to chat more and I had a good feeling about Susan to the point that my cock started to harden up. As we exchanged contact numbers and address information my cock position was becoming harder and more uncomfortable, my pants needed to be adjusted to give my bulge more room to move. I did not want to stand up because I was seated opposite Susan at the table and she would be able to then see my rod making a tent shape right in front of her eyes, not good for a first meeting I thought. Finally I just lowered my hand and out of sight and adjusted my bulge making sure it was comfortable, Susan was looking my way and just smiled and said I guess you need plenty of space for your bulge!!. Time was now getting on and Susan looked at her watch and said she needed to leave, she was going to ask the staff to call her a taxi but I offered to drop her off since her home was not far from where I was living, less than a mile away. In the car Susan was relaxed and chatted about bridge tournaments and other things and the fun that was associated with them especially when the tournaments were in different cities. When we arrived at her house she said she wanted to give me few books on bridge and some notes she had made from recent tournaments and invited me inside and make myself comfortable, she also asked me if I would like a whiskey and soda because she was going to make for herself. From the corner of my eye I could see Susan pouring out 2 large drinks with just a splash of soda, I guess she likes a drink sometimes. I needed to piss and Susan showed me to the toilet and with a smile told me to hurry back and not to play with my cock too much!! I laughed and said I will be there soon not worry. As we sat and chatted and slipped our drinks, it was good quality scotch, we laughed more and chatted away, Then out of the blue she asked me openly, Raju when we go for intercity tournaments I need you to share my hotel room because as a woman I am not comfortable alone in a hotel room. I looked her in the eyes and said yes I will be happy to be with you.