Rocket1010
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Maximillian (Max) Luger looked at the invitation one more time wishing there was some way to get out of attending the annual social gala for the arts. It was a function his wife cared about and he didn't mind attending but it seemed that since she passed away a couple of years back, it was more of a bother. His friends, each year, tried to fix him up with a date and each year he was disappointed. This year he told everyone he was going stag and that way he could leave when he wanted and wasn't saddled talking to some woman just for the sake of being polite.
After his shower, he stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, smiling at his 6'-2" height and his nakedness. For a man of 70 he was still fit and trim. His greying hair was neatly cut and looking at his abdomen, he noticed some fat beginning to show around his mid-riff. The workouts at his home gym had paid dividends over the years. While most of the men his age had paunches around the mid-riff, his was generally flat. He found that women liked his appearance too.
Glancing down at his flaccid manly appendage, he chuckled, seeing it was still thick and meaty, wishing it would get more of a workout these days. But ever since his wife passed, sex with the opposite sex had ebbed. Grabbing it, he stroked it and watched as it grew to a solid ten-inch length. "Maybe tonight will be different," he mused, turning from, the mirror and preparing to dress for the evening. Selecting a grey suit and starched white shirt, he adjusted his red power tie, wondering what the evening would bring.
Arriving at the gala, he talked with some friends at the front lobby of the immense hall, noticing that almost all the attendees were captains of industry. He himself followed his father in the shipping business and was now one of the most successful businessmen in the city, as well as now being one of the most eligible bachelors. The hostess greeted him by name and guided him to his table. He greeted people along the way, noticing the sexy stares of the women whether they were single or married.
Arriving at his table for six in the front of the stage, he noticed Glen and Wanda Campbell and three ladies had already occupied the chairs. He greeted the Glen with a hearty handshake and kissed Wanda on the cheek before turning his attention to the three women.
He noticed they were all of different ages but each was dressed to the nines. The older woman had well-groomed gray hair while the other two women had blond hair. He noticed there was some resemblance between them and wondered if they were related. He noticed that each had a pearl necklace hanging around their neck that looked to be very expensive. The necklace on each woman hung low, stopping at the top of what appeared to be an ample amount of cleavage showing. It was obvious by the swell of their dresses; they each had a set of generous white fleshy mounds hidden under the fabric. For a moment, he wondered what they looked like without the dress covering them. But he caught himself and saw the open chair was next to the older woman. Before he sat down, he made it a point to approach each of them and extend a warm handshake.
"Hello. I'm Max and I'm glad to meet you," he said extending his hand to the older woman first. "And who might I have the pleasure of meeting?"
After his shower, he stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, smiling at his 6'-2" height and his nakedness. For a man of 70 he was still fit and trim. His greying hair was neatly cut and looking at his abdomen, he noticed some fat beginning to show around his mid-riff. The workouts at his home gym had paid dividends over the years. While most of the men his age had paunches around the mid-riff, his was generally flat. He found that women liked his appearance too.
Glancing down at his flaccid manly appendage, he chuckled, seeing it was still thick and meaty, wishing it would get more of a workout these days. But ever since his wife passed, sex with the opposite sex had ebbed. Grabbing it, he stroked it and watched as it grew to a solid ten-inch length. "Maybe tonight will be different," he mused, turning from, the mirror and preparing to dress for the evening. Selecting a grey suit and starched white shirt, he adjusted his red power tie, wondering what the evening would bring.
Arriving at the gala, he talked with some friends at the front lobby of the immense hall, noticing that almost all the attendees were captains of industry. He himself followed his father in the shipping business and was now one of the most successful businessmen in the city, as well as now being one of the most eligible bachelors. The hostess greeted him by name and guided him to his table. He greeted people along the way, noticing the sexy stares of the women whether they were single or married.
Arriving at his table for six in the front of the stage, he noticed Glen and Wanda Campbell and three ladies had already occupied the chairs. He greeted the Glen with a hearty handshake and kissed Wanda on the cheek before turning his attention to the three women.
He noticed they were all of different ages but each was dressed to the nines. The older woman had well-groomed gray hair while the other two women had blond hair. He noticed there was some resemblance between them and wondered if they were related. He noticed that each had a pearl necklace hanging around their neck that looked to be very expensive. The necklace on each woman hung low, stopping at the top of what appeared to be an ample amount of cleavage showing. It was obvious by the swell of their dresses; they each had a set of generous white fleshy mounds hidden under the fabric. For a moment, he wondered what they looked like without the dress covering them. But he caught himself and saw the open chair was next to the older woman. Before he sat down, he made it a point to approach each of them and extend a warm handshake.
"Hello. I'm Max and I'm glad to meet you," he said extending his hand to the older woman first. "And who might I have the pleasure of meeting?"