I got to thinking about the strangest places that I met someone to hook up with. On this particular occasion I was home visiting my mother and we went to lunch. A couple of doors down from the little bistro was an art gallery and she wanted to go in. What do you do? she is your mother and if that is what she wanted to do, then I went in with her.

She looked around and asked a lot of questions. The shop owner was a bit older than me, and he and I struck up a casual conversation while my mom did her snooping. I was standing a bit close to him and he just ran his hand over my stomach, which is quite large, and mentioned to me that there was going to be an art showing at this local pub and that I should come, he was going to be there and he could show me around.

I had an early dinner with my mother and excused myself and went down to the pub. Lots of artist types, and the lady artist that was showing her stuff. I found the man from the gallery and we chatted it up. While we talked he would touch or rub my stomach. Going from painting to painting, he had the brochure in his hand, he would swat me from time to time, asking me if I liked this painting or that one. I stopped to look at this one painting, the price was right and I decided to buy it for my mother. My new friend put his arm around my shoulder while I paid for the painting, and when the transaction was completed, he hand ran down my back and over my butt cheek. He squeezed with his hand, then his hand went up over my shoulder again and he asked me if I wanted to go someplace else, before I spent any more money.

We went to another pub, had a beer, we came close to kissing several times. We sat on the stools at the bar and while his hand was on my thigh I put my hand on his, but did not move his hand away. At that very moment, I had this desire to kiss him, so I did. We finished our beer, walked out and went back to where our cars were parked, I put the painting in the trunk of my car and we left in his car and went to his condo.

The sex was electric, he liked to kiss so we spent quite a few minutes kissing while our hands did their work. I had to break off the kiss to lean down and kiss something so much more important. The moment I took him in my mouth I surrendered everything. I wanted him to know that what I was doing came from deep inside of me, I took as much as I could in my mouth as he gently caressed my cheek.

Eventually, he pushed me away and had me lay on my back and he started to kiss me where it really feels good. His hands were magic, his white hair was soft as I ran my hands through it, he had broad shoulders, he was wonderful with his mouth. Before I lost control, he stopped and we went into the shower. After soaping ourselves down, and using our hands to wash each other, he turned me towards the side of the shower and he hand me extend my arms and bend over as he got down behind me and he kissed me and used his tongue and lips to treat me to an over and above experience.

We went back to the bedroom, wrapped in huge soft towels, he laid one down on the bed and put me on my back near the edge of the bed, got some enhancer creams out of his nightstand and using his fingers he started me on the way to receive his wonderful manhood. He was gentle and firm and soon he was totally part of me, slowly and deliberately penetrating and withdrawing and penetrating again. He used his hand while he worked to entertain my feeble manhood. The rhythm picked up, bent over all the way to get a kiss, and finished with all his glory.

55 years old, a bit over the hill, but thanks to my mother's curiosity I hooked up and had a wonderful time, great sex and made a new friend. It's a hook I know she set up for me to come and see my her more often.