Since I retired from a stressful, full time career, and relaxing for several months, I have started a new, part-time profession of companionship for retirement home residents (a job I acquired through a friend). I have met a few wonderful individuals and am amazed at an entire network of promiscuity which exists, until recently unbeknownst to me, and many others.
This was my first appointment of my new career and it was at a fairly prosperous retirement residence where I was filling in for my friend P, who was unable to make the appointment. P had given me an idea of what I could expect, so although quite nervous, I was somewhat prepared.
It is important to note that I have had a very sexual active life. My husband of many years has always been satisfying, but as long as I can remember, I have had a high libido, which has demanded more (much more) sex than I am able to receive at home. I enjoy different situations and seem to have high (if any) limits. I have been with many men, of all ages and must admit I have a definite infatuation with seniors. I think perhaps it is my ability to dominate and pleasure many who have not enjoyed sex in a number of years.
I visit a gym daily for a routine aerobic workout and use a variety of skin and body creams that have kept me in fairly good shape. My 36 bust line has grown to a 38 and the C cup has sagged to a D, but my girls are still perky enough to turn heads in malls and restaurants. My butt has stayed firm and my tummy is fairly flat. This coupled with my 170cm (5'-7") height, my short brownish red hair and a constant 58Kg. (129 lbs) weight has given me great self-confidence.
The home I was visiting is about 40km. From my house (a proper distance to keep anonymity). I walked into the lobby and was greeted by an employee, who asked if she could be of service. I dress very conservatively and always act prim and proper (even prudish in many cases), as I have always been very careful to guard my 'other' side. I explained that I was looking for 'W', as we had an appointment (for obvious reasons I will not use full names in these references).
She pointed him out to me and he smiled as I approached. I joined him on the couch and we chatted a little, mostly about him. I explained about P not being able to make it and he said she had telephoned to explain. He added that he was quite pleased when I walked through the door. (P is quite heavy and a bit shorter than I am). I asked him what he wanted to chat about and he suggested we go upstairs to his suite.
I agreed and he led the way. I watched him walk, a bit slower due to his age of seventy something, but he had a thick head of hair, walked upright and was fairly thin. I felt shivers running through my body as I anticipated what might happen.
We entered his suite and I was impressed with the quality of furniture and belongings. He offered me a seat as well as a drink. I chose a soft drink and asked him what he and P normally talked about. He explained that talking was one of the last things they did. I kept silent, as I had never done this before and wanted to make sure I was not crossing any lines that should not be crossed.
I was surprised when W openly said that P would satisfy him in a 'special' way. I explained that I assumed that and he smiled, telling me that I would do well as it appeared I had the right assets. He asked me for my coat, which I forgot I was still wearing and I saw his eyes drop to my breasts, as I stood and removed the garment.
I was wearing a tight red sweater, which accentuated my breasts. A black skirt, just above my knees looked quite normal, but unbeknownst to anyone at this point, I wore nylons and a garter belt, which matched my white lacy panties and bra. I sat down again after W motioned to the chair. I saw him stare at my legs as I sat and deliberately crossed them slowly, allowing my skirt to hike up more than it should.
