All elements of this story are what in my mind would be a pleasant experience for a widower to reclaim some libido. This fantasy is what is one sided from my perspective, if any author or reader has experience in being a domina and would like to explain how a female dominant may have truly felt, please reach out in the way of your story version, or in an email to educate this author. All persons are fictional, and above the age of eighteen. Please enjoy leave feedback and thank you to literotica for offering this vehicle to allow words to be shared.
A senior citizen is not always looked upon as virile, or even tempting to most women unless they all live down in Florida, but here in Canada we are the forgotten force.
Helping out with the local minor hockey league meeting many of the coaches and their wives, some of the single parents who struggle to give their children the same opportunity, it was easy to find a group to chat with at the annual awards and end of year wrap.
In the group were some highly intelligent women who understood that hockey was still a white man run organization and some changes from their perspective needed to be heard by the executive and the governing body. One of these women who someone referred to as Jill spoke with confidence and when interrupted gave a tone of annoyance that seemed to quiet the person, a stunning looking woman, jet black hair shoulder length cut in a bob style, standing with heels at around five feet eight inches, a nice firm chest pushing out a blouse under a tailored cut jacket, slacks with cresses down both legs, and shoes with a modest heel.
Jill made a comment on equipment which was only partially correct, as being a trainer, a coach, and having worked in the skate shop knowing something about this subject I politely asked if my two cents could be added. Explaining in simplified terms that what Jill had missed was that the helmet and the padding inside were integral parts and manufacturing changes to one had to be done to both for the concussion issue to be addressed and hopefully prevented.
The smile she gave me for clearing this up was warm and sensual like a summer sun beating down after a cooling rain.
Dinner being called to my surprise Jill sat beside me at the ten-person table.
During the main course she placed her hand on my leg just above the knee and gave a little squeeze as I turned to her hazel eyes seemed to go right through me and sent a shiver along my spine.