I sat chatting on the train to Marjorie, a sixty-five year old widow. My name is Elliot and I am a sixty-three year old divorcé. Marjorie had invited me to attend a charity dinner and dance in London. Suddenly, she leaned over close to me.
"Elliot, I've booked a suite at the hotel and hope you'll share my bed tonight," she whispered.
"Are you sure?" I asked, taken aback by her statement.
"Yes, I'm sure. I hope you'll enjoy the experience." She smiled then changed the subject.
A couple hours later, we entered our suite at our hotel. There was a large sitting area, a bedroom with a king size bed and bathroom. Marjorie needed to change for the evening so I sat in a large chair while she disappeared into the bedroom. About thirty minutes later, she came out dressed in a thigh length black dress, which was cut low to show off her ample cleavage. Her streaked blonde hair was shoulder length and she wore black high heels with fishnet hose. Marjorie looked absolutely stunning.
"You look fabulous!" I said.
"Thank you, kind Sir," she replied with a big smile. "Now you must get changed as we don't have much time."
I went through to the bedroom and changed into my best dark suit. I decided to wear a red dickie bowtie. As I walked back in to the sitting area, I saw Marjorie had her back to me and I got a great view of her ample buttocks. I quietly walked over to her and rubbed my hands against those magnificent ass cheeks.
She spun round and said, "later, tiger!!!"
We made our way down to the ballroom and met with several couples who were friends of Marjorie. She introduced me as an old friend who had agreed to be her escort for the evening. We enjoyed a good meal before the dancing started. She held me very close during the slow dances and her ample breasts were pressed against my body. I felt my cock twitch and start to harden. She smiled and held me even closer, trapping my erect penis between us.
At about ten o'clock, we made our excuses and decided to head back upstairs to our suite. We were alone in the elevator and Marjorie hugged me. Our lips met for the first time while I rested my hands on her large buttocks. We continued to kiss with our mouths open and our tongues dancing together until we reached our floor.
I opened the door to our suite and stepped aside to let Marjorie walk into the room. We moved into another passionate kiss and my hand found the zipper at the back of her dress. I unzipped it and she stood back to allow the dress to fall to the floor then she stepped away from it. My god, she looked wonderful in her black bra, black lacy french knickers and hold up fishnet stockings. I scooped up the dress.
"Wait here while I hang this up," I said as I moved to the bedroom.
I placed the dress in the wardrobe and quickly took off all my clothes except my boxers. As I returned to the sitting area, my penis hardened more as I saw Marjorie standing waiting for me. I moved and took her in my arms, our lips meeting for a long lingering kiss. I felt her hand slide inside the waistband of my boxers as she sought my rock hard cock and wrapped her fingers around it. She started to stroke it then she eased my boxers down and I stepped out of them.
"That's just right for me. Nice and hard too!!!" she exclaimed. "Go and sit on that chair."
I moved and sat on the chair then she knelt down in front of me. Marjorie parted my legs and moved in between them taking my erect penis in her hand. She cupped my testicles with her other hand while kissing the inside of my thighs. My hands rested on her shoulders as I felt her tongue lick the underside of my cock then she kissed the mushroom head. I felt her hand gently squeeze my ball sac as she took the head into her mouth and started sucking.
