The widow has a daughter: part 1; The seal of approval goes two ways. By bart23233. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. For me, turning 40 was a real issue. My friends were throwing me a big four-oh party and it kind of got out of hand there were a lot of people there. Many of whom I didn’t even know. Let’s just say that we passed small and intimate way back in the dust. As I moved through the crowd, a woman who appeared to be about 45 caught my eye. She was one of the many people I didn’t know. She was in shape and had a great body. I decided that at 40, I was allowed to chat up women who were 45. I move over to her and introduced myself. She told me she was Linda. As it turned out, she was friends with a couple I knew and they’d invited her to the party. I asked if she brought her husband, and she replied that she was a widow having lost her husband a year ago. I expressed my sympathies. She said that it wasn’t needed as she’d made it past the first three months and worked her head through it. He was gone and she had to move on. “So, what’s the hardest part now,” I asked. She leaned in and said, “No sex. I really miss that part.” “A good-looking woman such as yourself should have no problem solving that,” I said. “It’s harder than you think. After all, you haven’t offered now have you,” she asked with a provocative smile on her face. “Never let it be said that I have no manners. You have my offer to help in that area at any time,” I said. The room was crowded and everyone was on top of each other. Someone passed by carrying a couple of drinks and offering up a “pardon me”. In the bustle of the room, I felt her hand rubbing the crotch of my pants. It wasn’t an accidental bump against me, she was groping for treasure. “Just checking to see if it were a valid offer,” she said. “Seems it was very real.” By this time, she had a firm grip on my ball sack and my cock was swelling to full size. It was kind of fun. This had never happened before, even at drunken frat parties at college. Even college girls had been more discrete. By this point, she’d released my balls and was gently rubbing my cock through my pants. She rubbed it from end-to-end, slowly. “Okay, you have my attention and a bit of pre-cum,” I said in a whisper at her ear. She smiled. “I want more than that,” she whispered back. The room had pretty much cleared. She stood in a corner, me facing her. Releasing my cock, she unzipped my pants and reached in grabbing my cock. She gave it a good tug and then fondling the head, said, “Yes, I see we do have a pre-cum situation.” With that, she released my cock, zipped my pants and slowly licked her fingers which carried my pre-cum. “May I call you,” she asked. “You can call me for anything at any time,” I replied. With that she glided away and starting chatting with other guests. It was just as if nothing had happened. I was really hoping that she called. Then I remembered that we’d not exchanged numbers. Not-to-worry, I could always get her number from our mutual friends. Sitting at my desk the following Tuesday, the phone rang. I picked it up and a woman said, “I’m in the market for some pre-cum. Would you be able to help me with that,” she asked? “Yes, Linda. I can absolutely help you with that. I’m in a meeting with my boss right now, may I return you call,” I asked. “What’s your number?” I jotted down the number and promised to call her back shortly. I rushed the remainder of he meeting with my boss. As he left my office, I picked up the phone and called Linda. She picked up. “Hello, Linda. What can I do to help you,” I asked? I was sure she could hear the smirk in my voice. “Perhaps I could offer you dinner tonight.” “No dinner. I told you I was horny not hungry. Do you have any offers that don’t involve food?” “Perhaps I could come to your place and we could start with my pre-cum and take it all the way to post cum,” I said. “Take down my address. Let’s say seven,” she said. She proceeded to give me her address whi