Tina didn't fully close the door as she left and I could hear Lucy and her talking. I decided to take her advice and be ready for her when she returned.
I went into the bathroom, took off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. At 6'2", 195 pounds, I was still in good shape for my 52 years. My muscles still had definition. My circumcised cock, still mostly filled with blood and hanging between my legs, isn't especially long at six inches but is thick. I had been told by women friends in the past that women like big but prefer thick to long. My package seemed to fit the bill.
I splashed water in my face and dried it with a hand towel. I used Tina's toothpaste and my index finger to brush my teeth and tongue as thoroughly as possible without a brush. I had showered and cleaned up before coming to Tina's but didn't want anything to inhibit what I was expecting would come next. I then pulled out a Viagra tab that I kept in my wallet for just such unexpected occasions, popped it in my mouth and swallowed. Feeling ready to go, I walked out of the bathroom at the exact moment that bedroom door swung inward.
I know Lucy from parties that Tina had thrown in the past. Lucy had done some work for Tina; she and her husband, Ed, were good friends with Tina and her boyfriend. Lucy is about 5'3" and 120 pounds wet. Her breasts aren't huge but nicely proportioned to her frame. Her ass is, well, perfect. At Tina's holiday party last year, I caught a side view of Lucy as she looked at the titles of various cookbooks on top of Tina's refrigerator. The way she stood, hands on hips, chin upward, breasts pointed outward and butt curved just right... Well, I got an instant erection. I thought about her in that position for days and even masturbated thinking about her.
Now here she was coming into a room in which I was standing naked with a semi-hard on. "Hello? Tina told me to....," she was saying before she was completely in the room. She saw me and my cock. "Come up and say "Hello," she finished slowly. "I'll bet you didn't expect to see me come through the door." She was looking at my now hardening penis.
"I, uh, sorry, Lucy," I stammered. "Let me get my clothes on."
"No, slow down," she said, still eyeing my erection. "Yours is the first real-live cock I've seen since I married Ed. That's 24 years ago. Don't take it away so fast."
She walked over and stood about two feet away. "Can I touch it?" Lucy asked. Her voice was quieter, less confident than it had been minutes earlier.
"Yeah, I guess."