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Hi this is Rahul; I was working in Bangalore, when this happened while I was in a hypermart. As I was pushing my trolley, I was not watching where I was going; I bumped into a trolley being pushed by a very attractive, well-dressed lady in her fifties. I said, “I’m sorry. I guess I was daydreaming.” Looking at me, she said, “I can see why, she presumed that I was busy looking at the chicks that passed me a moment back. Although I was taken aback by her remarks, I said no, I was just thinking of how boring the rest of the day was going to be. She smiled and said, “Oh, so that is cause for a long face and daydreaming. I am Ruksana, she introduced herself. I took her hand and replied, I am Rahul, Pleasure meeting you. She took my hand to shake, but she held it for some time. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity that seemed to be unfolding before me, I blurted out, “Well, I feel a party mood coming on. How about joining me? Why don’t we have a party?” Then I thought, My God, what have I done? This woman isn’t some cheap pickup. But to my surprise she said, “Sounds crazy, but why not? I live alone now. My husband passed away a year ago, and it’s been a long time since I enjoyed a good party.” I finished my shopping and paid at the cash counter and followed her out to the parking lot I asked for her address, I told her that I wanted to go home and freshen up. She said, “Well, please don’t get dressed up. Let’s make this a relaxed, casual evening.” “Sure, that’s fine,” I answered. “But I’m not sure about the relaxed part.” “I know what you mean,” she purred. “It’s been a long time for me too.” I went home, in the shower, I found myself with a hard-on which I hadn’t seen since quite some time. I dressed and left for her place, I didn’t realize how excited I was until I got to her door. When she answered, she jokingly said, “What kept you? I laughed and replied, “I guess I’m a little excited. She had changed into a silk nighty that, with a little backlighting, revealed the firmest body I had seen in a long time. I was obviously staring, because she said, “I’m glad you like what you see. It takes a lot of time and energy to keep a fifty-year-old body in this kind of shape.”I said sorry for staring and told her that there weren’t many thirty-year-olds who could compare with her. She smiled and bowed with her arms outstretched, giving me a good, long look at a beautiful pair of tits. I gave her the rose that I had picked up from the garden. she leaned forward and gave me a very soft kiss that lasted just long enough for us to make body contact. She smiled and said, “I thought you agreed to dress comfortably. You seem all bound up.” But before I could respond, she grabbed my hand and said, “Come on.” While we drank wine, munched chips, she told me that her husband’s illness had been one that slowly took away his virility. At first they had tried watching sex videos. She told me that it had been almost two years since she’d last had sex, her sex life had been good, but then her husband took sick. The sex movies had helped for a while but had really only served to open her eyes to just how enjoyable sex could be. With her husband’s debilitating illness, sex became frustrating, to say the least. As she refilled my glass, she said, “I really don’t know what turned me on to you in the market. I don’t normally come on to strangers that way. But the rose you brought—not to mention the bulge in your pants; it makes me think that tonight will be a good night.” Very soon, we were on our second wine bottle and I was beginning to feel it. She’d dip her fingers into the cheese dip and then slide them into my mouth or hers. When it was my turn, she dipped in with two fingers, thus giving me a chance to lick the dip from between her fingers. When she tasted, she used only one finger and ever so slowly slid it into her mouth, closing her lips around it before pulling it out, all the while holding my attention with her twinkling brown eyes. Our tasting rapidly turned into one hell of an erotic episode. I reached over, cupped her chin in my hand and brought her lips to mine. As before, the kiss was soft and our lips barely touched, but it was enough to send tremors clear to my toes. I slowly ran my tongue across her lips, hoping to entice her to open them so we could enjoy a little French-kissing. Although they remained closed to my probing tongue. When the kiss ended, she held me with her eyes and ever so slowly traced the outline of my lips with her finger. My God, I thought, another wave of sensation like that and I’ll come for sure. As it was, my shorts were soaking wet. Sensing my agitation, she said, “Let’s call the dip done and move to the comfort of the TV room.” When we had arranged fresh wine coolers on the table in the TV room, I took both of Ruksana’s hands in mine and slowly pulled her toward me. We kissed, and once again it was soft but extremely sensuous. This time my tongue found an opening and was welcomed by the tip of her tongue inscribing little circles around mine. Without breaking contact, I made her sit down and slowly eased her to the sofa, with me kneeling next to her on the floor. I began kissing her cheek and slowly tracing the outline of her ear with my tongue. As I darted my tongue into her ear once or twice, I felt her body tremble. I tenderly kissed each eyelid as I moved to the other ear. By now her body was moving in slow, sensuous gyrations, and I began to hear soft moans of pleasure. I moved down to the cleft between her lovely breasts, letting my tongue explore until I located the nipple. Now her body was moving uncontrollably, and her moans were quite audible. She pressed her breasts together so I could suck both nipples at the same time.