A Seducer at Sixty

Old,they say,is Gold. It is often true, in'deed'

It all started when my very dear friend Murthy had a stroke.

But, let me start at the very beginning. I am Sekhar, a sixty year old successful professional consultant. Murthy, twelve years my senior and a long retired professor has been my dear friend of over forty years.

I and my wife Sumana (58) live in our own comfortable three bed room apartment in a posh area of our city, our only daughter, married, lives in U.S.A along with her husband and son. Murthy is a widower having lost his dear wife about seven years ago. He lives in his own home along with his only son Raghu and daughter-in-law Rekha. He is lucky because they adore him and take very good care of him.

Raghu(48 ) works as a Marketing Manager for a Multinational company, a high profile and high stress job. Rekha (43 ) works for bank and has a more comfortable job. They have a son (23) doing his MS in U.S.A. Their home is about six miles away and we visit each other regularly. Our families are very close.

Our second grand child is set to arrive soon and Sumana left for U.S.A to help our daughter. I could not go with her due to prior professional commitments, but would join her later. A maid comes in every morning, cleans up and cooks food for the day. I manage to get on fairly well.

With this brief introduction let me get to the story.

One day, around noon, Rekha called me on my mobile. She was agitated and crying. In between sobs, she told me that Murthy had a heart attack just then, her husband Raghu was on tour and what should she do. Telling her not to panic and I would take immediate care, I called my friend Dr. Dayanand, Director of the big Corporate Multi Specialty Hospital that was very close to my home. He sent an ambulance immediately to pick up Murthy.

I called back Rekha and told her that an ambulance is on the way and she should proceed to the hospital with the ambulance and I would join her there. Even as I spoke to her I heard the ambulance arrive at their home.

By the time I reached the hospital, Murthy was under intensive care. Rekha was sitting on a bench outside the I.C.C.U and her eyes were red. The moment she saw me, she came running and hugged me and started crying. I sat along with her on the bench and tried to comfort her saying Murthy is under very good care now and everything would be fine.

My doctor friend came out after half an hour and told us that Murthy had a heart attack and stroke. Next twenty four hours are crucial and he would be in I.C.C.U under constant observation and treatment. I called up Raghu on his mobile and gently broke the news to him. He said he would be back by the next flight that evening.

It was really lucky for Murthy that Rekha was on leave that day. I just shuddered to think what could have happened had he been alone!

Raghu arrived by the evening and I felt better.

I told Raghu and his wife that as my apartment is right next doors, it makes sense for them to operate from there. It is spacious and has all amenities and I am alone right then. It would be best for Murthy too, if we all stay together in this hour of need. They readily agreed to my suggestion.

They kept their round the clock vigil outside the I.C.C.U that night and the next. On day three, Murthy's condition stabilized and he was moved to a private room. He is conscious now and responded slowly to the treatment. It is going to be a long stay at the hospital.

Rekha has applied for a long leave. Raghu has to get back to his job from next day. I have certain flexibility in my work and could adjust some schedules. We decided that from next day, Rekha and I would take care of Murthy during the day and evening, while Raghu would stay with him in the night.

Next evening Rekha and I came home around eight after Raghu relieved us. I went to my bed room and she went to the guest room. I had a welcome shower that was very refreshing after a day at the hospital. I walked into the drawing room, dressed in light blue pajamas. Rekha was already there. Obviously, she too had a shower as her hair was wet and she wore a light cream sari and a matching blouse.

Rekha asked me if she should serve dinner. I said, smiling, that I should have my statutory drink before dinner. I poured myself one large scotch to which I added a lot of water and some ice. I asked Rekha what she would have. She said she would have a coke. I opened a diet coke and gave it to her. We settled down with our drinks, the TV was on showing a news channel, muted.

"You have a nice place uncle, everything spic and span," she said.

"Sumana is a great home maker and we take pride in our home. Our maid is also with us for a long time and she does a good job."

"You keep your home very well too, Rekha," I added.

"I try but it is an old house, not a modern flat like this. It is tougher to maintain."

"Don't you take any drinks?" I asked her.

"Only when we party, that is often. There I take an occasional wine."

"I have a bottle of nice red wine, if you like," I said.

"Not today, may be tomorrow," she said.

We talked about my daughter and wife. We talked about Murthy. Soon we finished our drinks and had dinner. After dinner I helped her clean up, telling her to leave all the dishes in the sink.

We watched TV for a few minutes and then I got up, saying that I was feeling sleepy. She said she was also tired and switched off the TV. We then retired to our respective bed rooms.

As I lay down on my bed, I thought of Murthy in his hospital bed and the events of the past few days. In a few minutes, my thoughts came to Rekha. Her image came before me.

She is about 5'3" tall and her complexion was medium fair. She is neither slim nor fat. She has small breasts, may be size 'B'. Her waist is not slim but not too big either. She has long tresses of jet black hair. Her face is more angular than round, her mouth generous with full lips and nice cheeks. She is an above average woman.

But, she has, one sensational feature! That is undoubtedly her greatest womanly asset.

She has the greatest ass I have ever seen in my sixty years of life; a sensational derriere comparable to J Lo. It is a bottom that attracts the looks of every man, young and old, like a magnet. It is an ass that simply says, "Come and fondle me...and ..."

Are you wondering about me and my dirty thoughts now? Then it is time to tell you about the real me...Mr.Hyde. I had always been a very horny guy. My wife and I had a great sex life. But after her menopause she moved away from sex gradually. It happens to all women and I still love her as much as I did earlier.

But, I am still sexually very active. There is the problem. I masturbate regularly, that helps. Past few years, I had a couple of one night flings when I was on tour, with a couple of woman whom I could woo (not hookers). Though sixty, I am still very fit physically with regular exercise and diet. I have a gift of the gab and women find me attractive. That is a big plus for me.

In short, you could call me an old man with dirty thoughts. But, I would not agree. I know I am young at heart and my body is fit. So why do you want to bring in my age?

My thoughts are fully focused now on Rekha's magnificent ass. I imagined her big, soft, smooth ass cheeks in my hands, getting fondled, licked and mauled. My cock became stiff with desire. Imagining my cock rubbing that ass of hers and going between her ass cheeks, I wanked myself to a full ejaculation. Cleaning up, I slept soundly.

Next day we spent a lot of time with Murthy at the hospital. A neurologist visited him to assess the impact of the stroke and decide on the line of treatment. We tried to cheer up Murthy with good news of his progress.

As I saw more of her, I noticed new attractions in Rekha. Her boobs appeared slightly larger than what I thought last night and perky too. Her waist looked very smooth and inviting. Her mouth looked very kissable.

It was then that I decided I was going to seduce this woman and have sex with her.

I knew I have to be very careful and plan it. One wrong move and it would be a disaster. I have to do it in a very slow and subtle way and make her a willing partner. It was a challenge, but I was so obsessed with her that it has become my priority project.

That evening, as we sat relaxing before dinner, I took out from the fridge two bottles of cool Bacardi Breezer, opened them and poured into two glasses and offered her one.

"Take it, it is a flavor called Jamaica passion and it is very soothing and nice, a mild cocktail."

She took it and we settled down. Tasting it, she said, "hmm...it is good."

We started talking about movies and music. We found our tastes were similar. We got into an animated discussion about a recent movie. Noticing that we finished our drink, I poured a refill.

"So tell me how things are," I said.

"What is there to tell, uncle? Raghu is so busy with his job that he hardly has time for anything else. Even at home, he keeps getting calls and keeps working late. It gets really bad at times." She sounded very unhappy.

"I know he has a high stress job, Rekha, he is very successful, right?" I asked.

We both sat silent for a few minutes, just nurturing our drinks.

"True, but at what cost? Do you know he is a diabetic and a heavy smoker? He has to party and drink regularly. I am worried sick about his health." She did sound very worried.

"Don't worry, things will improve, may be you both should take a holiday."

"We did, a few months back and it was a disaster. His mobile never stopped ringing and his laptop was always on. We had bitter arguments." She started crying softly.

I genuinely felt very bad for her. This was much worse than what I thought.

I got up and went to her sofa. Standing in front of her, I gently wiped her tears away, even as she got up. I gently let my other hand give her a comforting pat on her back. She instinctively moved closer to me as if for more comfort. I just put my arms around and held her in a loose embrace.

She broke apart after a few minutes and said, "Sorry, uncle, I had this bottled up in me for a long time and had no one to share it with. I feel much better now."

"I am glad that you did that, Rekha. Remember, I am always available and you can share with me anything. I am your friend." I said.

I hoped my emphasis on the two words, 'anything' and 'friend', were not lost on her. I looked at it as an opportunity to get closer to her.

We had dinner and she was cheerful. We chatted about cricket and Bollywood. After dinner we saw the news on TV for a while.

"Did you sleep well last night?" I inquired.

"It is very comfortable but I normally don't sleep well in new places."

I gave her a mild sedative and asked her to take it saying that it would help. She took it and we retired to our respective bed rooms.

I tried to sleep but couldn't. I thought of the conversation we had. It was obvious that all is not well between them and she was unhappy. He had little or no time for her and she felt neglected and lonely.

A forty three year old, lonely and desperate housewife, she would be vulnerable. But I must be careful and should not rush her. I have to seduce her and should do it so smoothly that she would become a willing accomplice.

With these thoughts in mind, I drifted to sleep. I woke up with a start sometime later. The bedside digital clock told me it is two. I took out bottle of cold water from the fridge, poured a glass and drank it. As I was returning to my bedroom, I suddenly had an urge to peep into her room.

The door was shut. When I turned the handle slowly and pushed it gently, it opened noiselessly. The big double bed was to the right of the door and she was sleeping peacefully with her head turned the other way, away from me. A small bed lamp was throwing a dim bluish light. Rekha was wearing a thin nightie.

She was lying on her left and the nightie moved up in sleep, revealing her smooth legs and quite a bit of her thighs. Her magnificent bottom, though fully covered, offered a spectacular view. I walked softly on the carpeted floor and went close to the bed.

Her legs were slim and smooth. Her thighs looked smooth, hairless and slightly plump. They would definitely feel good to caress, rub or massage. My eyes went to her J-Lo bottom. Wow! I thought, what a fantastic rump! The buttocks high, rounded and the ass wide and inviting. Through the thin nightie, I could see the panties out lined. In that posture, she looked very sexy, her ass looking even wider.

I now wanted a little more. I carefully looked at the hem of her nightie resting on her thighs. I could see some slack, but do I dare? Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I told myself.

I slowly got my right hand to the hem and held it lightly between my thumb and forefinger.I started sliding the hem, millimeter by millimeter, up her thighs. After a couple of inches travel, I felt a light resistance. I examined the hem carefully and found that a bit of it was stuck under her knee cap.

Taking utmost care not to touch her, I caught the hem of the nightie close to her knee and pulled it very gently. It came unstuck and I was delighted. I resumed my earlier action of sliding the hem up; now without any hindrance. Soon her thighs were fully exposed and the swell of her buttocks started. As I moved it up a little more, her black panties were exposed.

When I saw those big buttocks scarcely contained in those black panties, I had a big erection. They were perfectly round, silken smooth and asking to be caressed. I had to exercise all my self control to prevent my hands from grabbing her ass cheeks.

The panties were covering her pussy better and when I bent closer to look, I could see her black pubic hair on the uncovered part of her mound. She had a wild bush there.

I bent as close to her buttocks as I dared and tried to see her ass crack. As the black panties were hugging the crack, I couldn't see it. With great care I gently pulled down her nightie to its normal position and left silently.

Once in my room, I took my stiff cock out and masturbated, recalling the vivid details of her ass. I shot a full load and fell on my bed.

Next day I asked Rekha if she slept well.

"Wonderful. I think the breezer and the sleeping pill together knocked me out. I slept like a log," she said.

The day was a replay of the previous day. I spent most of it with Murthy, while Rekha went to her Bank for a couple of hours on some urgent work. The doctors visited while she was away and we discussed the progress. Murthy would have to stay in the hospital for at least another week and the process of recovery would necessarily be a very slow one.

We were back at home in the evening after Raghu relieved us. As I was enjoying the shower, I thought of Rekha and the glorious visual treat of last night. I decided that I must continue with my project, 'See and Touch'. Something she said that morning has been at the back of my mind the whole day. It suddenly came back to me.

'Knocked out'...yes, that was the word. She said she was knocked out and slept like a log. The idea took shape.

We met in the drawing room fifteen minutes later and Rekha was looking very good in a light green sari. I walked to the fridge, took out two bottles of breezer and poured the drink into two glasses. We settled down into our seats.

I asked her how things were at her bank. She said things are fine for the moment but she would have to go back to work sooner than later. I told her that Murthy's recovery would be very slow and they will have to make some arrangements. She said that Murthy has a widowed cousin sister who lives alone in their native place. They are trying to get her to come and help his rehabilitation at home.

It was when I took her glass for a refill that I spiked her drink with the sedative. She was more relaxed after the first drink and I guided our talk to Hollywood.

I asked her who her favorite actor was and she said Tom Hanks. When she asked me about my favorite, I looked into her eyes and said Jennifer Lopez. She blushed a little and said in mock despair, "Oh, no, you too uncle!" We left it at that.

After dinner we sat in front of the TV and watched an old Hindi classic for a while. Rekha said she would go to bed and asked me for a sedative. I gave her a mild one and after taking that she bid me a good night and left. I switched off the TV and went to my bed room. I thought I should wait for a couple of hours, so setting the alarm, I tried to sleep.

It was past midnight when the alarm woke me up. I got up and after a quick face wash and a glass of cold water to ensure that my reflexes are sharp, I made my move. As I opened the door quietly, I found Rekha was now sleeping facing me.

I stood still for a full minute with bated breath. She continued to sleep peacefully. I moved closer to the bed and examined her. She was fast asleep, breathing evenly and appeared to be dead to the world.

I now looked at her attire. She had a thin, semi-transparent cream colored nightie. She was resting on her right side, her right palm resting between her head and the pillow. Her left leg was bent at the knee and her left thigh lay partly exposed. Her small but perky breasts were clad in a bra and were moving evenly with her breathing.

Her lips had a slightly wet and glossy look and were attractive. Her face was relaxed and her cheeks looked a little chubby. It is a face that invited a tender caress and a soft kiss, but...not yet. Her throat was bare and smooth and as I bent forward closer, I could see that the top hook of the nightie was off and the nightie was slightly open.

Very carefully, I put my hands to work and unhooked the second hook. I held the two halves of the nightie between the first and second hooks and separated them gently. Not satisfied with the result, I unhooked the third hook too. Now the nightie opened better at the top exposing her bra clad boobs.

Her bra was cream colored and soft. At the top of the bra cups the swell of her bare tits was visible. Her tits were small but perky and looked in good shape. I made the slightest contact with the tip of my right forefinger and touched her left boob. Waiting for a full minute, I gently pressed my finger tip. Her tit felt tight and had the right density and I was elated.

I now proceeded to caress the exposed portion of her left boob with my finger tips. Because of her posture, I was able to insert my finger between the two cups of her bra and access the sides of her boob too. Her breasts were good to touch and I now wanted to touch them completely.

I examined the bra strap and found that it is the elastic type and the strap on her left side was resting quite close to her left shoulder. I managed to get a light grip on the strap without touching her body. Slightly lifting the strap by a few millimeters, I eased it to the side, slipping it off her shoulder on to her lower arm.

I was now able to slip the bra cup off her left tit. Her aureole was light brown and small. Her nipple was the same color, lighter shade and was relatively larger in proportion to her boob, both in length and thickness. It was not yet stiff or rigid. It is the kind of nipple, I love to suck and keep sucking. I looked at her tit to my heart's content.

It was decision time. I looked into Rekha's face. She was dead asleep and looked knocked out. I let my finger tip brush lightly against her nipple and waited. I rubbed again and it started stiffening. My forefinger traced the circle of her aureole and felt the skin there. Holding her nipple lightly between my thumb and forefinger, I rolled it. It stiffened and her breath stopped for the fraction of a second and resumed.

She was still sleeping well. I now brought my right hand slowly to her left breast and cupped it lightly in my palm. It was warm, smooth and tight. I squeezed it gently, once. Rekha gave a low moan in her sleep, it was like a sigh. I let my palm enjoy the sensation of her breast and the feel of her stiff and erect nipple. I squeezed again. I kept squeezing lightly and at intervals. Rekha continued to sleep.