The idea of a man putting his hands all over me appealed to me but not a drunk man and just about all of the men around there were showing definite si...n of alcohol usage, so instead I went to the nearest bar to get a drink.What I hadn’t expected (probably should have) was for the men who were also queueing to get a drink, to want to get a feel of my interesting parts. At first I pushed the hands away, but when they came back to my butt I thought about me being on the London underground at the. "That should be cleaned, she said and tossed it into the bathroom sink with surprising accurracey and landed with a loud rubbery thud. Seated still on the edged of the bed, slightly reclined, I watched her race about collecting clothes. At fifty she still a strikingly beautiful woman with a long slim dancer body which she often wished were a little fuller. Her tits were small and tight and sit firmly on her tan freckles chest. I suddenly reached out and took hold of her hips; my face was mere. “OK, hang on, I’ll get a dock leaf.”“A what?”“Wait, and learn,” he said, stooping to pick a large dark green leaf. “Come with me,” he said, holding out his hand again. They walked back towards the house and she sat where he indicated. “Press this against the stings, they’ll go pretty quickly.”She sat cross-legged and pressed the cool leaf against her thigh as directed. “It’s not doing much. Are you sure this is the right thing?” she asked.“Lie back and I’ll do it for you. Just don’t complain,. I was really nervous as I prepared for our blind double date, so much so, that I unwittingly downed a couple of very strong Gin and tonics, mostly G with only a splash of T. My hubby cautioned me to slow down since we meeting at bar to get acquainted first; we would be drinking more, a lot more, once there. I protested that I was simply taming my nervous jitters, but even I could hear my speech beginning to slur as my tongue swelled with intoxication. In fairness to me, we hadn’t seen any face.