This a pure fiction, but the woman and man depicted are based on actual people. Only the names and locations have been changed...
Hope you enjoy the story....let's go...
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As I write this story, it is with a heavy heart of an ended relationship. But there is a silver lining to this grey cloud that hangs over me. It's the knowledge that I thought I was destined to spend the rest of my life as a lonely old woman. When in fact I now have the courage to go out there and find myself a man.
My name is Randy. I am an eighty year old woman. I've been widowed for ten years now and in all that time I have never wanted nor needed to seek the arms of another man. It is not because I feel I might be betraying my dead husband's memory, but more because after he died and was buried, male friends, also widowed, crawled out of the woodwork and pestered me to date them. My husband was a successful businessman and as such left me enough money that I would never need to worry about financial problems. I suspected the men who pestered me were more interested in the money than me.
I think I was attractive in my younger years, at least that's what people told me. of course time and age takes its toll and and as such I am no longer slender and my breasts have drooped somewhat. My bum is no longer tight as a drum, but it still has some shape and I have been "admired" when wearing jeans. My hair is greying, but I refuse to grow old gracefully and have it dyed back to its original red, once a month. But whereas I used to have long tresses in younger days, I now keep it short.
So, enough about my backstory....
My life took an upturn when I was invited to join a small group of likeminded travellers on a river cruise, by my friend May. She told me, during our weekly phone conversation, that our travel agent had emailed her and that I would be receiving an email as well, to join a group trip. I won't divulge the name of the company but they are the best company I have ever travelled with.
May and I have been close friends for years. Her husband, Jeff and my husband Peter worked together and both men died within days of each other, from different cancers. Their deaths brought us closer together. But while May began dating men two years after her husband's demise, I didn't. I felt that I might be dishonouring my husband's existence by doing that, despite May's insistence that it would have been something that Peter would have wanted.
When I read the email, I learned that we would spend the night in a hotel in Bucharest, before joining the river boat. We would be on the river for seven nights, leaving in Budapest. As soon as I had read the email, I called May and asked her to sign me up.
So there we all were, awaiting our flights to Bucharest and that's when I first set eyes on him. He was one of our group, around 5 feet 6 tall, with silver grey hair, cut short. He was smartly dressed in a dark blue sports jacket, faded blue jeans, a light blue polo shirt and white trainers. On his back, he had a medium sized rucksack, or backpack. I guessed that he was aged in his early fifties and he was very easy on the eyes, if you what I mean.
At that moment he was deep in conversation with our travel agent, who was doubling as our guide. I nudged May, who texting someone from her phone. As she looked up and motioned with my head that she had a look at the young man.
"Oh, that must be the single man that Lucy was talking about," she said, admiring his figure. Lucy was our travel agent. "Lucy said that he was single and she had given him instructions to look after us."
He could certainly look after me anytime, I thought.
As the cruise progressed, it was clear that "taking care of us" meant exactly that. He was asked to make sure that we got to bus on time, whenever we were going on an excursion and he spent most of his mealtimes at our table. He was a good conversationalist and we discovered that he name was Aiden. As it turned out, both May and myself we stunned to learn that he had recently had his sixtieth birthday.
"I would never had thought," I replied, during dinner one night.
He went on to elaborate that he was single and had been for some years since his divorce fifteen years ago.
"Surely you haven't spent all that time alone," said May, clearly fishing for information. I scowled at her for being so forward and intrusive. But it seemed that Aiden didn't mind the interrogation.
"I've had my moments," he said. "But I'm no hurry to settle down again. Life's too short." He picked up his wine glass and sipped the red liquid within. "Maybe I'll slow down when I reach your age."
He raised his glass to us and said, "Here's to growing older, but not being dead yet."
As the days passed on the cruise, I found myself wanting to be closer to him. I even tried to be a little naughty, in order to attract his attention. The boat had a small pool. Large enough to take two strokes to get the other end, certainly not Olympic sized.
There were always sunbeds set up around it, with tables and parasols. May and I were always there, if we didn't have an excursion planned. Now I am not the one for sunbathing in a bikini or even a one piece suit. I generally wear a tank top or a short sleeved blouse and a short skirt, which I hike up over my thighs in order for them to see the sun.
On one such day, Aiden came up to the pool in order to take a swim and he stopped by us to say hello. I can't be sure, but I think that as he was chatting to me, he had a good view up my skirt and my white panties. May commented on this as he disappeared beneath the water.
"Why not just take them off and flash your fanny at him," she sneered. "I think he saw just about everything else."
I would have easily said yes to sleeping with Aiden, had circumstances allowed, but May and I shared our cabin and he had agreed, reluctantly it turned out, to share with another guest in our group who apparently was older than May and I.
It was our final night on board and the plan was to have a final group dinner in the main restaurant. I made sure that I was seated next to Aiden. I can't say for sure what it was I going to do, but I just had a yearning to be close to him.
Lucy, our guide, made a humorous comment about Aiden attracting the older ladies. We all smiled and joked about it.
As we took our seats, I could smell the most enticing scent and discovered that it was Aiden. Whatever the brand, he smelled so sexy and looked gorgeous.
As each course was served, Aiden and I got to know more about each other and I felt so secure around him that I allowed my hand to stray under the tablecloth and settle on his thigh. He made no attempt to move it, so I assumed it was okay. I stroked his thigh a little and I noticed that he seemed a little uncomfortable, shifting from one side to the other. So I pulled my hand away. I felt him reach out and grip my wrist, pulling my hand back to his thigh, only higher up from I had touched him before. I moved my hand along his thigh and across the front of his chinos. I was surprised to find he had an erection and from what I was feeling, his penis felt quite large.
He was trying very hard to not let anyone know what was going on as I dared myself to stroke his hard penis threw the material of his chinos. I also realised that I had not escaped reaction to this and I could feel my vagina becoming wet. Something I had not felt in ten years.
My God I wanted him. If I had been brave enough, I would have happily stroked his penis until he orgasmed.
Our little avenue of enjoyment was road blocked by Lucy, suggesting that we all went to the bar for coffee.
