"(This is my first story. I am thinking about a series about D. Let me know if you like)
Introduction to D and Marsha
My name is D. I am a 45-year-old woman who was widowed two years ago. I have been a grammar school teacher with the same school for 20 years when husband and I moved into a small home close to the school. I am a natural blonde with a soft curvy body that has gotten a little softer over time. I am 5 feet 6 inches tall, about 140 lbs (well maybe more) with 38D breast and hips that are a generous 39 inches. My backside is big but very smooth with no dimples. My waist measures 29 inches with a small fleshy pouch much like the Victorian printing seen hanging in some bars. While I have never thought of myself as sexy many people have told me I am.
Since my husband's death, I have made few friends outside my long-standing circle and lost close contact with most of my old married friends. Marsha is a new friend that I met two weeks ago. I was lonely one Saturday night and decided I needed to meet other people. Marsha is 28 years old with red hair and a small frame. She is no more than 5 feet 3 inches and maybe 110 pounds. Her breasts and butt are what could be described as perky measuring 34b breast and a butt at 34 inches. Her butt protrudes nicely for such a small girl.
Marsha was at the bar with a few of her friends after a Saturday afternoon Rugby game. The boys play in a city league. All are between 25 and 32. On this night they were taking up a corner at Buffalo Wild Wings and got very loud. I am alone at a table near the ruckus. It so happened that one of the guys had to show a move he made during the game and knocked over my table. Marsha saw it and came over just as the manager was coming to find out what happened. He looked like he was not happy but I came up laughing just as Marsha arrived.
She hit the 6' 1" Mike on the arm and said, "Now apologize to this nice lady for being a goof."
"I am sorry nice lady for being a goof," Mike said.
"Can we buy you dinner or anything?" Marsha asked D. "Are you here with anyone? My name is Marsha." I look at the manager and indicate all is fine.
"I am here alone and everything is OK" I said.
"Please join us and let us make this up to you" Mike said.
I think why not it is a way to kill what would be a boring evening.
"Sure but you do not need to pay for my wings but you can buy me a glass of wine, my name is D" I said.
"D this is Mike the goof, Lenny, Jim, and Early. Everyone this is D" said Marsha.
I stayed for about an hour and really made friends with Marsha. It turns out that Marsha is a local artist who leans to the bohemian side. She is dating Mike but is friends with the four core guys on the team and they consider her one of their groupies. She goes to most of their games and attends all the celebrations she can. It turned out coincidentally that Marsha teaches an art class at the Senior High located where I teach.
During the following week Marsha and I met for lunch several times. Even though I am 17 years older than Marsha, in some ways she is more experienced, especially when it comes to men. Marsha has had many partners where I had only had one, my husband.
Marsha said at on these lunches, "You know you were a hit with the guys. They thought you were cool and funny. They really liked how laid back you are."
"Well thanks but I could be their ugh older sister" I said. I started to say mother but did not want to admit, as age and weight are sore subjects.
"They also thought you were one of the sexiest women in the bar and want you to come watch a game if you can" Marsha said.
"Well I know I am too heavy to be really sexy and know nothing about Rugby but I did like their company," I said. "If something works out, I would enjoy that again, after all I like men, wine, and wings."
D Experiments
I thought nothing else about the invitation but I had been thinking about men a lot in the last two months. About two months ago I started making trips to an out of the way upscale adult shop owned by an older female, Lilly, who was over 50 and also widowed. It was there I bought an assortment of vibrators, dildos, and anal plugs. After trying the assortment, I liked the feel of a butt plug while using a large vibrator on my pussy. I never had done anal sex but at the shop the owner said, "You should try a starter butt plug. Many of my customers love the feel of the plug as do I." So I gave it a try and was very surprised how much I liked it.
On the Saturday night following the night with the Rugby team at the bar I decided to go to the shop and see what else might be interesting. I knew I should go find the real thing but lacked the confidence. This shop had a good selection of lingerie as well as toys. While looking the owner suggested, "Why don't you try a medium sized butt plug if you like the starter plug" We also have some that vibrate." I decided on a medium sized vibrating butt plug.
I then decided to look at lingerie. I found a white lace set where the bra was strapless and barely covered the nipples and the bottom were cut high on the hip and I thought slimed my prominent hips. In a sales bin was a thong that was nothing more than a cord that only cover the slit if perfectly placed. It was only $5.00 so on impulse I decided to purchase. While paying for the items the owner said, "You will find the thong fun. I wear one when I want to be aroused with no one knowing. It hits the right spots." She winks and rubbed her crotch.
When I got home it was close to 10pm. I wanted to try out my new purchases. So I went to the bedroom and took all my clothes off. I first lay down and massaged my tits with message oils. I then did the same with my butt and lubed the tight hole amply. I turned on the medium sized vibrating butt plug and slowly worked it into my anus. It hurt a little as it was going in but soon began to feel good. I then put on the thong and the shop owner was right, it hit my clit exactly and held the butt plug in place. The sensation was something I had never experienced. I was having a small orgasm even without my vibrator. I took message oil and rubbed in all over my pussy. This felt great. I then lay on my stomach with the big vibrator between my legs. I was now into my second set of spasm as I humped the vibrator. It was then I thought of the rugby team. I fantasized about the four big guys at the bar ogling my body. I dreamed that Marsha was right they found me sexy. Then I imagined these four guys touching my body, caressing my tits, rubbing against my butt and then touching my pussy. It was then I lost all control and had a massive set of orgasms. I was then exhausted. I took a shower and went to bed.
I dreamed all night about Marsha's four horsemen. The dream left me wanting more. I decided I needed to have an adventure to get started but did not know what it was. I decided that maybe Marsha could help me get some older men interested in me, hoping to talk to her the following week. Monday, I could not get in touch with Marsha but she called on Tuesday saying that she unexpectedly had to go to an out of town art show. She said she would call me Saturday and we could work on a plan.
D Gets Ready for the Party
On Saturday morning Marsha called and said, "I am going to the game this afternoon and have a date, could we have lunch on Monday. Why don't you come to the game?"
