Chapter 1. The Perils of Internet Dating

Let me introduce myself. My name is Fotios but most people call me Frank which is easier for the English to use. I originally came over from Greece and I’m a 45 year old professional career person in the finance industry. Commuting into London by train for nearly 2 hours each way to work hard each week-day leaves me little time for leisure. I like to keep myself in great shape by playing football at the weekend and have some weights I try to lift daily. However, I have found that my lifestyle isn’t conducive to meeting women and I’m at that age where I am now thinking about settling down and having a serious relationship.

I’ve tried Internet dating sites before and soon found myself going out with gold-diggers who thought that I must be a multi-millionaire just because I work in banking. I’m quite well paid but not to that extent. Even when I got past that hurdle I found myself meeting ladies who just didn’t float my boat. That is when I decided to be honest with myself and put in my profile that I was looking for the characteristics of my ideal woman: someone younger but no more than about 30, well educated and attractive but more importantly a lady who was muscular and a black belt in Judo. For that was the fetish that I had been keeping secret for so many years until I discovered thanks to the Internet that I wasn’t alone or as weird as I had long thought. I had never ever knowingly met a woman like that and as unsatisfied with the sort of women I was meeting decided to take the gamble and enter it into my profile not really expecting it to throw up anything. Therefore I was surprised to get two matches.

One is a woman in her 30’s who says she is a gym-rat, a fitness instructor and competitor. From her pictures she looks really hot, blonde hair, fit tanned body and she does kick-boxing. However I can’t see being kicked and punched much fun unlike being thrown around and put in holds by a Judo lovely. Also she says she is looking for a guy so they can work out together in the gym each day. By the time I get home from work and had a bite to eat, the last I want to do is exhaust myself at the gym. As tempting as she looked I decided to pass.

As I read the other match my heart began to race with excitement, her name was Jean and she claimed that she had a black belt in Judo amongst other things and a strong body with exceptionally well-developed muscular calves although she wasn’t a gym freak as she called it. Her profile said she was also 45, I was hoping for someone a bit younger but seeing as this was the best match I had, I decided to get in contact. Jean described herself as petite brunette but full-figured with an impressive bust and grey eyes. Her profile had no picture, which always makes me suspicious about a woman’s claims of her looks and I begin to wonder whether she even could throw me around. However as soon as we began to exchange private messages, my enthusiasm grew as it became apparent that Jean’s fantasies complemented my own. She dreamed of playfully dominating a man with her Judo throwing skills with both getting more and more turned on until they ended up making love! She even wrote that she dreamt of sexually dominating a man to the point that he would never, ever look at or want to be with another woman besides herself. Sex with another woman would be ruined for me because no other woman could give me the experience that she could. I was sporting a huge aching boner just reading her words and was eager to meet her to which she agreed. Fortunately she lived in a small town only 15 miles away. Since she didn’t drive, we agreed to meet at her place the following weekend.

I had a very bad week at work, barely able to get things done as my mind kept drifting to my forthcoming date with Jean. Well, I say date but we weren’t going out as we both knew what we wanted. Saturday evening came and with great excitement I drove to the address she had given me. It was a respectable semi-detached in a quiet residential estate. Parking and locking the car I got out and headed down the front path. Ringing the the door bell, it was opened immediately. Standing before me was a rather grumpy-looking little old lady. A pit opened up in my stomach. Part of me wanted this to be Jean’s mother, a mother wearing a Judo gi jacket with a black belt around her waist with bare legs below. Wow her mother was a Judo expert as well, but somehow I knew this was Jean. To be honest the shock of being confronted by a woman in a gi jacket regardless of her age or appearance had my balls contracting. But that face! Wrinkly and crabby looking with a sour down-turned mouth. That poured cold water on the sexual prowess that she claimed online, for how could anyone make love to woman with a crinkly grumpy face like that? I couldn’t even imagine bringing myself to kissing those dried up old lips.

“Well don’t just stand there gawping, come in” she said in a sharp commanding tone in a worn gravelly voice. I hesitated, somewhat perturbed that Joan was not the sort of woman that I was expecting her to be. For a start it was most obvious that she had lied about her age. She looked nearly twice as old as me! She was also quite unattractive to look at. Well, maybe she had been good looking when she was younger but now all I could see were wrinkles, creases, thinning hair and a saggy chin. On the other hand, she wore that Judo gi jacket with confidence, cutting a sturdy powerful looking figure. Deep down, I felt with a twitch of my dick that she might be the real thing regardless of her age and looks. Since I was already there and it was too late to turn back without being rude I decided that I should go inside. I did so with a tingling excitement of what may transpire, the gi jacket having clinched it.

I studied her as she closed the door behind me. Jean was certainly much older than me and less than 5 foot tall. She was no frail little old lady because she had a squat powerful figure with broad shoulders, although they sloped, a thick bullish neck and thick arms that seemed firm beneath the sleeves. She had been right about her bust. The front of her gi thrust towards me like two torpedoes while hanging low in a very exciting manner that made my balls lurch. I also like women with large breasts but never thought that I would ever be able to combine both fantasies. I was too close to see her legs so took in her face. It was oval-shaped and pale with a short slender nose, small but piercing grey eyes with a small firmly set mouth. There were a lot of lines and creases on her well-worn face with a sagging chin and receding short curly hair which was dyed auburn.

“You’re not 45 are you Jean?” I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice. “No, I’m 86. Would you have agreed to meet me if you knew that, boy?” she replied. Christ! She’s almost twice my age and older than my mother! Heck she could even be old enough to be my grandmother! “And the Judo?” I asked with a growing sense of despondency, looking at her gi jacket. It certainly seemed real and I could even make our her name written in gold letters on the belt. “Oh that’s real enough” she snapped. All of a sudden, her hands darted out seizing my wrist and just above the inside of my elbow then pulled my arm straight. Stepping quickly out to the side while turning the way I was facing she whipped my arm out and then behind my back in a single fluid motion as she swiftly moved behind me. “Argh!” I yelped as my shoulder joint was wrenched as she forced my hand between my shoulder blades. “I can certainly kick your ass comfortably” She boasted then ordered “Now get in the living room, boy”.

“Argh argh! OK OK!” I yelped as Jean drove me before her down the hallway and through a doorway on the right. Stunned to find myself in a painful lock inflicted by a grumpy looking little old lady, a stiffness suffused my groin as she forced me into the room. “Woah!” I yelped as her foot swept away my feet from under me dumping me on my knees. “Argh!” I cried as she yanked my hand right up while her body pressed against me forcing me flat onto my face. A quite hefty weight descended onto my back as she sat astride me while she forced my face into the carpet. “Not bad for a 86 year old eh?” she said in a strong confident voice while I squirmed beneath her. “OK OK you made your point Argh!” I yelped as she pressed the lock. “No, I don’t think so. I saw the look of disappointment in your face and how you wanted to run off. Well, boy, you can lie there and realise that I’m more than what your were looking for while you suffer for a bit” she said. That’s precisely what she did. She sat on my back with my arm in a punishing hammerlock using it to keep my face in the carpet, unable to think of any way to get out of it without her breaking my arm. For what felt like a good 10 minutes, she kept me in that humiliating position exerting her authority while my dick steadily got stiffer in the knowledge that this was precisely the fantasy I wanted to experience, although admittedly with a younger more attractive woman. Yet as the minutes dragged on with Jean periodically pressing the lock, her age and appearance no longer mattered as she continued to restrain me with ease while increasingly turning me on.

“You see how easy it is for me to dominate you, Frank?” Jean asked in her low gravely voice. “Yes, Yes” I yelped as she pressed on my wrist once more. Chuckling she released my arm and I felt the weight lift from my back. I turned over onto my side and tried to stretch the kinks from my arm. “Come on, get up, boy. I haven’t got all day” Jean said with impatience “Or I’ll make you get up and you’ll won’t enjoy that”. She had one leg in front of the other slightly turned to my position. I saw a deep crease down the side of her shin and behind this was a large thick calve, highly toned and clearly very muscular. So she wasn’t lying about that either. The calve muscle jiggled as she tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for me to get up from the floor while staring at me sternly. “Even though I am an old, elderly woman who is old enough to be your grandmother” She explained in a condescending manner “and may be I am not as attractive as I was once. By the time I have done with you at the end of the night, you will realize and fully accept that there is no other woman that you would rather be with except me. You will be madly in love with me and it will be all down to my Judo and sexual skills alone. For that is something that you have always fantasized and longed for and I will make it a reality” The boldness of her statement sent an uncontrollable wave of stiffness along my already hard dick. “As for me. I will finally have a toy-boy that I will love and playfully dominate. So long as you keep me turned on and satisfied physically and sexually” she added.

With statements like those, I was eager to get to my feet and test her abilities. As I began to rise my eyes became level with her chest. My erection couldn’t help lurching at the way the front of her white quilted gi jacket thrust out so far and so low from the rest of her body like the joint nose-cone of some strange plane. “Men are always after my breasts” she remarked noticing my attention. I quickly glanced up to her face in embarrassment at getting caught staring. “Why don’t you try and touch them if you dare” she challenged in a tough tone thrusting her double low slung torpedoes forwards as she stepped towards me. I didn’t know where to put my hands but Jean solved that problem. The little old bulldog of a woman grabbed the front of my shirt with both hands. Quickly turning around in front of me with her forearms crossed by her shoulder, she leant forward and thrust her hip into my groin. “Haiii-Yaaah!” her sudden cry took me by surprise. “Woah!” I yelped as in an instant I was hurtling over her shoulder turning upside down in the air and over onto my back the floor coming up very fast to meet me. BLAM! My back slammed into the carpet. “Offfff!” the jarring impact knocked some air from me. Wow! any doubts that this eighty-something woman didn’t know Judo or was capable of using it was dispelled in an instant.

With a stiffening throb in my groin I got up to face Jean with growing enthusiasm. Immediately the sturdily built old woman stepped in and slipped an arm around my waist and seized my wrist with the other while pressing her side into me. Because I was so much taller than her, I couldn’t help staring down the deep ski-slope formed at the front of her white jacket which was right in front up close and almost intimate. The distraction was broken when I felt an ample sized buttock pressing against my groin. “Haiii-Yaaah!” she shouted again as I went dizzy as the room spun around me while I was whipped over her hip falling head over heels in a moment of not being control of my body. BLAM! Once more my back slammed into the carpet. Jean still had hold of my wrist and without a smile she stepped one foot over my prone body while kneeling on her other leg bending my arm back against the side of her body and applying pressure against my elbow joint with her forearm. “Argh! Argh!” I yelped as I was forced onto my side facing away from her and staring at a large rippling toned calve. Almost face to face with it, it really was very wide and well-defined, so amazing looking that I had to put my free hand on it. It felt sensationally hard under my fingers. “Argh!” I yelped as Jean pressed her forearm against the back of my elbow making it feel like it would break. “I get perverts trying to touch my calves as well. They soon regret it” She said maintaining a stern look in a manner that sounded final. I swear her calve flexed when she said that creating more lurches in my dick. “Are you a pervert Frank?” she asked while maintaining her dominance over me with the arm-lock “By the look of that bulge in your trousers, I would say you were”. “Oh for a woman like you I’ll be anything you want me to be” I moaned lustfully getting turned on by her dominant nature. It didn’t matter that she was so old or not pretty, she was really turning me on in the manner that I had always fantasied.