About myself: 40-year-old man living in London for the past 6 years, originally from Delhi. Check my previous stories to know me better.
I got an email from a Tamil elderly gentleman called Murthy. He wanted me to write down his imagination/experience story with a lady half his age. Murthy never confirmed whether what he was telling me was true or fiction.
Now, coming to the story.
Murthy, aged 57, was going through a divorce with his wife (reasons to be disclosed later). He decided to move out of India for a few months. He was hoping a change of scenery and new ladies would help him get out of this phase in life quickly.
Murthy was always a colourful man with ladies, always trying to get more. Doing so, he made a bad reputation in the local area and among his friends. In the new city, Murthy decided to join a yoga class in a fitness centre. Murthy had a good level of success with ladies in the past at yoga classes.
But with time, he has grown older with a bit of a belly, glasses, grey hairs, with a typical old Tamil man look. Now that the old man’s look was not helping him with the new ladies. As much as he has to rely on his clever tactics with women, he has to rely on luck as well.
Murthy joined a yoga class with the hope of meeting foreign ladies, but the class was full of Indian ladies. Murthy had his eye on a few middle-aged ladies in their 40s. But most of them decided to ignore him and stayed in their herd.
Murthy saw a girl called Madhuri in her late 20s. The problem was that her husband, named Ronny, was coming to the same gym. He was physically much stronger than Murthy. Ronny will drop her off at the session before proceeding to the gym.
About Madhuri – 28-year-old dusky beauty from Nasik (skin complexion like Deepika Padukone), married to Ronny for the last 3 years. Madhuri was of medium height with a figure of 36-32-38, big thighs and ass.
Murthy tactically chooses his yoga location behind Madhuri, in a way that he can admire Madhuri but use the excuse of looking at the instructor. Madhuri noticed the old man giving her glances whenever he could. Still, he was also very careful not to make her feel uncomfortable.
He always pretended to look at the instructor. Murthy also noticed that Ronny doesn’t accompany Madhuri to classes any more. Murthy tried to talk to Madhuri, but she ignored him like others.
One thing Murthy failed to understand was that women were not ignoring him for his age or looks. They were ignoring him because of his shady behaviour. A few times, Murthy can feel Madhuri speaking to other ladies (whom Murthy had approached previously).
They were laughing about Murthy glancing at women. For a normal person, this might be embarrassing. But Murthy was so focused on Madhuri that any conversation about him, positive or negative, meant Madhuri was thinking about him.
Maybe Murthy had no feeling of getting embarrassed or feeling ashamed. One day after yoga class, Murthy saw Madhuri on her own and tried to talk.
Murthy: Did you feel tired after today’s session?
Madhuri: Huh? (looking at Murthy)
Murthy: My muscles feel tired.
Madhuri: Maybe because of your age?
Murthy: I might look old, but I am young at heart.
Madhuri: I can tell from your eyes and glances.
Murthy: What do you mean?
Madhuri: Look, you are much older than me, hence you want to keep things respectable.
Murthy: Same here.
Madhuri: It doesn’t feel like.
Murthy: How do you explain this to me?
Madhuri: I don’t like it when you try to talk to me again and again, keep distance from me – I am married.
Murthy: I am married as well.
Madhuri: Also, in class, you cleverly look towards me.
Murthy: I was looking at the instructor.
Madhuri: I know, but also at me.
Murthy: I can’t close my eyes if you come in the middle of me and the instructor.
Madhuri (now getting angry): Look, old man, don’t try to be clever with me, or I will let Ronny deal with you. In this age, you will struggle with broken bones.
Murthy: We don’t need to go up to that stage, sorry.
Madhuri walks away with a smile, thinking I have taught a big lesson to this old pervert. But she was wrong; Murthy had faced similar situations in the past. Madhuri was surprised when Murthy didn’t change his sitting location or his behaviour in the next class.
After class, he tried to keep a distance to cool things down a bit. After the next yoga class, luck was with Murthy. Madhuri seemed a bit worried, looking at her phone, while the other ladies walked off, leaving her alone. Murthy saw that as an opening and started again.
Murthy: You seem worried.
Madhuri: You started again, old man.
Murthy: Just trying to help you.
Madhuri: I missed an important call from work, and now my phone is not calling back. I might need a recharge.
Murthy: You can use my phone for a call.
Madhuri: Okay, but don’t expect any favours back
Murthy: Work call for you must be important at this moment?
Madhuri called work and deleted the number she called – handed the phone back to Murthy.
Madhuri: Thanks.
Murthy: I thought you were innocent, but you are a clever girl.
Madhuri: Shut up, why will you say that?
Murthy: You told your office you were in a meeting and working from home, when obviously, you are nowhere closer to work.
Madhuri: None of your business, and get lost (getting angry).
Murthy: I will, but as I am an honest person, I will report to your work.
Madhuri: You don’t have a number or proof – silly old man.
Murthy: I can get the number (even though he knew he can’t) from the mobile network. The proof is the class chart, which shows your name clearly with date and time.
Madhuri: No, you won’t do that.
Murthy: I will do that.
Madhuri: What do you want?
Murthy: Few drinks with you.
Madhuri: You don’t feel ashamed of asking a married lady half your age for drinks.
Murthy: You didn’t feel ashamed of lying to your work.
Madhuri: I will go with you for one drink only after a yoga class
Murthy: Great, we can go to the bar next to the fitness centre.
Madhuri: Are you mad? I will be embarrassed if someone sees me with you around here.
Murthy: Then where?
Madhuri: I know a bar, a 15–20-minute drive from here, in the middle of nowhere. During the day, it’s empty, so hopefully 10 minutes with you for one coffee won’t bring much shame on me.
Murthy: So, Friday after yoga class?
Madhuri: No, not wasting time on my Friday with you, old man. Next Wednesday, we will finish here at 11 am, and I will give you the address to meet me there.
Murthy: Good, Thanks!
Madhuri: Don’t contact me before then, don’t try to speak to me in front of other class members.
Murthy: Okay.
Madhuri: You know you are a rascal to make me do that.
They both left separately. Murthy was excited for next Wednesday and started working on his tactics. Madhuri had a tingling, exciting sensation. She knew Murthy was a creep, and deep down in her fantasies, she always wanted to be with an older man.
On the agreed day, after class, Madhuri took time to collect her belongings. Murthy met her outside the fitness centre.
Madhuri: This is the address. Meet me there in 20 minutes.
Murthy: Sorry, but it will take me an hour to reach there by bus.
Madhuri: You don’t drive or can’t take a taxi?
Murthy: I got a monthly bus pass, so why take a taxi?
Madhuri thinks, now this bastard wants to come with me in the car. If she doesn’t offer her lift, she will be wasting another hour waiting for the old man. She decided to offer him a lift with one condition.
Madhuri: Listen, I am really busy. I can’t wait at the bar for 1 hour, so I’ll jump in my car.
Murthy: Yes, we will have more time in the bar then?
Madhuri: Only 1 drink, don’t forget. Sit in the back seat and hide yourself by bending till we cross the local area – as I said before, I don’t want to be seen with you.
Murthy: Not a problem
Murthy hid himself in the back of the car for a few minutes, till Madhuri asked him to sit normally. They started talking:
Madhuri: Where is your family?
Murthy: They are in South Africa.
Madhuri: What are you doing here then?
Murthy: Exploring life.
Madhuri: More like perving on young women.
Murthy: I will describe admiring beauty, and you are beautiful.
Madhuri smiled – Who doesn’t like compliments? What do you like about me?
Murthy: You have a pretty face, deep eyes.
Madhuri: Surely you don’t see that in yoga class.
Murthy: I admire your rear and your chunky thighs.
Madhuri: You are such a creep!
Murthy: As I said before, you come between me and the instructor. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I do manage to see your bums.
Madhuri: You are disgusting. I am half your age, probably the same age as your children.
Murthy: Few things, you are not my children, you are a woman who happens to be very beautiful. Hence, I can’t stop myself
They reached the bar, as mentioned by Madhuri – it was on a highway with fields around it. Not many people were there on Wednesday, early afternoon. They ordered 2 beers and found a corner seat hiding from plain sight. Madhuri didn’t want to see Murthy. They carried on talking:
Madhuri: Where is your wife?
Murthy: Getting divorced.
Madhuri: Let me guess, an affair with another woman?
Murthy: How did you guess it?
Madhuri: A dirty pig like you can’t control himself.
Murthy: With a beautiful face, you have a sharp brain – impressive! (He completely ignored her comments)
Madhuri: How many affairs have you had?
Murthy: Quite a few, but my wife found it last year. She is such a silly cow to leave me.
Madhuri: Really? Are you not overconfident?
Murthy: I was keeping her happy in every way.
Madhuri: Doubt it, at this age.
Murthy: You should try the goods and then give me the feedback.
Madhuri: Shut up, I am happily married!
Murthy: I never said you are not happy, just offering you a bit of excitement on the side.
Madhuri: My drink is finished, and I am going.
Murthy: One more, and then let’s finish.
Madhuri: Okay, I have some time before I start work.
Even though she was resisting, she was enjoying the conversation, and Murthy could sense that. Then Madhuri discussed about her life and job for the next 15-20 minutes. She confessed that she wanted to be a model.
Murthy: So you always wanted to be a model
Madhuri: Yes, but that dream is dead.
Murthy: You are beautiful, and you can still do it.
Madhuri: Ronny won’t allow me, nor my in-laws, nor my parents.
Murthy: Why did you marry Ronny then, if he can’t allow you to live the life you want to?
Madhuri: He is from a financially stable family compared to us; he gave me a good life abroad – that’s why.
Murthy: I used to be a photographer and model scout!
Madhuri: Don’t lie.
Murthy: Let me show you my professional camera.
Madhuri: I am not interested.
Murthy: See the pic of my equipment.
Madhuri: Okay.
Murthy: Even you are interested in seeing my equipment.
Madhuri: Bastard, I am going if you talk dirty to me.
Murthy: I mean, camera.
And Murthy showed his professional DSLR camera to her with a stand, which looked quite expensive. But in reality, he found it a tourist place with a broken lens, which he managed to replace very cheaply.
Madhuri: That thing does look impressive.
Murthy (He knew she pretended to be intelligent when she was thick): This camera made a few models.
Madhuri: What kind of models?
Murthy: Leave, because you will get angry.
Madhuri: Tell me.
Murthy: I only take sexy or nude pictures of women for certain types of magazines, and they pay very good money.
Madhuri: I knew you were a dirty pig.
Murthy: Would you like to try that?
Madhuri: What?
Murthy: Camera and modelling.
Madhuri: I cannot lose my dignity with these kinds of pictures.
Murthy (He knew she was getting in his grip): You can wear an eye mask or sunglasses with a face mask
Madhuri: What kind of dresses?
Murthy: Bra/Panty, sexy nighties or nude
Madhuri: What payments?
Murthy: 250 bucks
Now Madhuri started thinking, but declined the offer on the grounds of his marriage/image/respect.
Madhuri: Time to go.
Murthy: Take my number and call me if you change your mind.
Madhuri: I won’t change my mind.
But she still takes note of Murthy with his number. Murthy started counting coins in his wallet to pay for drinks and was short of a couple of bucks. Madhuri started getting irritated with this cheap behaviour. Which woman pays the bill for drinks?
Murthy: Can you lend me 2 bucks?
Madhuri: Should I pay the whole bill?
Murthy: You don’t need to. I need 2 bucks.
Madhuri: Don’t you feel ashamed of asking a woman for money?
Murthy: It’s better than the police arresting you for not paying the bill.
Madhuri laughed and gave him 2 bucks. They settled the bill, and Madhuri went her way. Now Murthy took his money bundle out, gave a tip to the bartender and took a taxi to his apartment.
Murthy loved getting embarrassed by women all his life, but at the same time, he would go under their skin and make them think.
One day, while Murthy was in the apartment watching some porn and making himself happy. He got a call from Madhuri.
Murthy: Hello.
Madhuri: Hello.
Murthy: How are you, Madhuri?
Madhuri: You recognised me?
Murthy: From your sexy voice!
Madhuri: I can hear some sexy noises in the background. You started your dirty business again?
Murthy: Ah, I am close to climax
Madhuri: I don’t need to know that. Finish your business and then call me
Murthy made himself cum thinking of Madhuri and knew she would be under him sometime. Murthy calls her back
Murthy: So, how can I help you?
Madhuri: Did you help yourself first?
Murthy: Yes!
Madhuri: I was thinking about modelling, if my face can be hidden so that no one recognises me.
Murthy: That’s my guarantee.
Madhuri: Few other things – You won’t make me do or wear anything that I am not comfortable with?
Murthy: Anything we do will be with your consent.
Madhuri: I want money up front.
Murthy: You will get money just before we start.
Madhuri: Okay, when to do it?
Murthy: Take my address, and can you come tomorrow at 11 am, after Ronny has gone to work?
Madhuri: Don’t talk about Ronny. I am already feeling guilty for calling you a dirty pig
Murthy: Even in guilt, you can enjoy
Madhuri: Shut up with your nonsense, and I will see you tomorrow at 11 am
Murthy knew after this phone call that sexy time with Madhuri was coming soon. He needs to get things done correctly, and he should be able to get her.
Please get in touch with me at [email protected] for feedback or meetups. As mentioned before, I am from London, UK, with occasional visits to Delhi.