Jojo Turns To An Unlikely Older Man

Jojo Is such a nice lil hottie. Everyone has their personal taste in women and I'm no different. Jo has a nice tight body and being 21, you can only imagine. Her waist is proportionate to her body and her ass always looks great. Especially in a string bikini. She has nice firm breasts, running at 34b's. That's what I like. They're all natural and fun to play with.

So that's her but let me tell you who I am. I am 62. That's right. Rather old. But, I don't even look over mid 40's. So my age really doesn't show. The other issue is that Jo's my granddaughter. Now, before you lose your mind, she's my granddaughter through marriage. It's my wife's son's oldest daughter. The only thing is, it's not his biological daughter. She's from his wife's first marriage.

I know, I know, sounds crazy. Trust me, it's crazy for me too. Her and I never really associated with each other while she was in her teens. At least, up until recently. She'd be at her dads or a friends house while we had family functions. Of course now that she's in college, she has a man in her life, Omar. Really nice guy from over in Asia. His dad's very successful. It wasn't until I hosted some awesome St Patrick Day parties and she had turned 18 that she started coming around. She would gravitate towards me and we just kind of hit things off. Still though, I never gave it much thought.

All of a sudden, she's making time for functions. At first I didn't think much of it. I would ask where her boyfriend was and he seemed to always be somewhere else. The whole time, she'd be chillen with me just talking shit. Cutting up, having a good time.

Fast forward to this family wedding. I seriously wanted and tried to get out of attending. My wife wasn't having it. At the reception, we were just hanging out, her and I. She stayed by my side almost the whole night. We even knocked out a couple dances. I was surprised that no one really took notice. Later on, we had gone to the bar and she ordered a Bacardi diet. I didn't know what it was so I asked her. She explained that it's just Malibu and Diet Coke.

So the evening passed along uneventful and I told her I was going back to the bar and get another drink. She said, "I'm coming too."

I stepped up to the bar and ordered her a drink and then myself. She had said that she didn't want another and that she was fine. I told her no problem and turned back to the bartender telling her to just fix mine. This is when things begin to turn.

As I'm waiting, Jo leans in and in a low soft voice tells me, "Thank you for remembering." That, caught me off guard. Completely. Anyone else wouldn't have said anything when you think about it. When she said it, it became one of those "signals", like eye contact, that women give off when they're into you. At the time, I just kind of brushed it off as a mere coincidence.

"It's no problem" I responded. We went back to where we were hanging out and on my way, I gently took a hold of her waist guiding her through the crowd. She didn't flinch or try and push my hand off. Nothing. Which, I was good with because the soft skin of her side felt incredibly fantastic as you can only imagine.

Not much more else happened that evening. Which, I wasn't surprised at. We all went out to a couple clubs to just hang out some more. She wasn't at the one I had gone too which was probably for the best. I didn't want it to look awkward the two of us having together some more.

It's what's next that took me by surprise. Out of the blue, I get this phone call a couple weeks later. "Hey, are you busy right now? I have a flat tire over here at my apt and no one's available to help me out changing it?" She pleaded.

Now, who am I to turn down such an opportunity? I mean, a damsel in distress is always a man's dream. Well, at least in some porn it is. "Sure, give me a second and I'll be on my way over. Be glad to help."

Luckily I had just gotten out of the shower right before the call so all I had to do is throw on some clothes. Off I was. To save the day. Ok, that's a bit cheesy.

I arrive and walk over to her car to see which tire needs changing. I text her as I walk back to get a jack and the impact gun out of my truck.

-Hey, I'm here to hook you up. Shouldn't take me long.

I start jacking her car up after retrieving the spare. It didn't take me long at all to do. It helps having that impact in my truck. Each one of my tires has eight lug nuts so it's definitely a time saver. As well as a whole lot less labor intense.

After finishing up, I go knock on her door. She opens it. "Hey, just wanted to let you know that I was done and wondering if I could wash up real quick." So she lets me in.

She was dressed not to conservatively you could say. Not sure if that was for me or if she dresses like that always. I mean, she had all

her clothes on but it just seemed edgy for her. Don't get me wrong, she fucking rocks everything she wears but today's youth dress so much differently from when I was around that age. Yeah, the 80's had its own trends too.

"I can't thank you enough. OMG, I have so many places to get too and I can't believe how quick you did this for me." She said with that look. It wasn't so much a look of innocence as it was more....inviting.

"It was no problem. Maybe one night we can meet up and grab something to eat. Whenever you are wanting to get out." I knew I was risking it but I figured, it's an innocent suggestion and it can go one of two ways. Let's see which way.

"No problem. How about this Saturday night? I'm not doing anything." Was her quick response. That took me off guard. I mean, I wasn't quite expecting her to have thrown it out there so fast.

"A....sure. How about we text later on and set up something more concrete. But I'll pencil in Saturday night for sure." That was all I could come up with at the moment. My mind was still trying to process this whole situation between us. After all, I really wasn't expecting something like this to begin with. I mean, what about Omar? I know they're still together and pretty solid from what I'm understanding. It's rather intriguing.

A couple days pass by and I get the text. "Hey, we still on for Saturday night? I have this really cute outfit that I want to get, but I'm not so sure that I should. It's a bit out of my comfort zone if I was around family. I mean, I want to really enjoy my night and just be myself for a change. Any preference on the shoes?" Now, don't ever leave a loaded question such as that. I have no issues deciding.

My response, "I love a really nice sandal strap or stiletto style. I'm sure you'll pick a winning pair to match. As far as the outfit goes, get whatever you want to wear out. I'm sure that we won't be running into anyone and based on your outfit, we'll decide on where we will go." I left it open for her to decide what she was comfortable with. All women are picky when it does come to shoes. This way, she can pick which style that she's most comfortable with. "I'm thinking we can go grab something in New Orleans. This way we are out away from everyone and we can relax and enjoy ourselves." I threw that out there so we can see how comfortable she really wanted this to be.

"That is perfect. I want to really enjoy myself and not have to answer questions if we"re seen out. I'll be ready around 5:30. Can't wait." Again, I was not expecting this at all. I mean, it's an hour away and well, New Orleans is quite the town to enjoy a great meal.

Seemed like the rest of the week just dragged on a bit but I was ok with that. It gave me time to really think things over as well as, give her an opportunity to back out if she was uncomfortable. Apparently, that wasn't going to be the case.

I showed up at a little before 5:30 and knocked on her door. When it opened, I was just blown away. Like, FUCK! She had on the most incredible outfit that I had ever seen her in. "WOW is all I can say. You look fucking incredible. I mean.....WOW!" I was just blown away.

"I'm glad that you like it. I got it off this site called Nothing But Style. I was kind of worried but then you did say to not hesitate so I just went for it." She explained.

She had on this top. It was a black sheer floral that has just these two draw strings that tie in the middle of her cleavage. But not tied tightly. Long flowing sleeves that give it a kind of 70's vibe as the ends flared out. No bra because it just didn't look good with one on. A black leather short skirt with a wide leather belt. All complimented by a silver purse and silver strap sandals. She was definitely rocking it for sure.

I stepped up and said, "Well, let's get on the road. We'll grab a nice meal at Brennons and then see where we want to go after that. It'll be up to you and the mood that you're in. I won't be drinking too much since I'll be driving." I figured let me lay out the plans and see how this goes.

We left out and it wasn't long before we sparked up a good conversation. I asked how Omar was doing and how things were going between the two of them. about school and she doesn't need to attend class. That she we talked about school and how she actually does it all online. I didn't realize that we finally progressed to that level finally. It was after the small talk that things took a crazy turn again.

She stepped up with, "So tell me. You've obviously had your fair share of experiences. How do you feel about how a woman should act in today's environment? I mean, what if she wanted to be adventurous. Say, more adventurous than the norm?" I wasn't expecting this to be a topic of conversation.

"Well, things are so much different today than say when I was your age. We didn't have the internet yet so there wasn't such an openness when it came to someone's sexuality or acceptance. It was still all kind of sheltered and judge mental. As of today though, that's all changed between social media, influencers, porn, and of course sexual acceptance. I mean, your generation definitely has the edge on so many things." At the moment, that was all I could think of without this conversation taking the wrong turn.

She responded, "Well, I have this friend. And she's like, very much wanting to experience different things. I mean, her boyfriend I'm not to sure would at all approve of these things but she still wants to see if it's for her or not. Does that make any sense?"

I gave it some thought for a minute. She's fishing for sure unless she's talking about her roommate which I doubt. "Look, first of all. I'm not sure that I'm the kind of guy that you want to have this conversation with. I'm pretty blunt and I have been known to color outside the lines so to speak. Some people would call it perverted. I mean, I believe that a woman should most definitely not hesitate to explore. She shouldn't hold back and at least seeing if it's something that she wants to experience. You, or I should say, your friend, she can't be afraid to be open minded, uninhibited, or anything else for that matter. So many women went to watch Fifty Shades of Grey. They didn't go for just the hell of it. The series opened up Pandoras Box so to speak. Most of those women want that experience and yet, can't enjoy it. Their husbands are way to judge mental or it's really not their style. Hell, most husbands or partners won't even let them have a dildo or vibrator. Their mindset is, what do you need that for when you have me?"

"Open minded?" She asked.

"Yeah. Being open minded is really referring to lifestyles. It could be sharing partners, bisexuality, even bdsm. It just all depends on what it is you're into. Uninhibited means that you're not afraid to let your guard down so that you can enjoy a different kind of experience per se." I'm thinking, wow, she's either got a kinky fucking friend or this is about to get deep.

With that, she instantly scooted over and gave me this kiss. Let me tell you, a passionate kiss while driving can lead to bad things. Really bad things. That's when she continued, " So you REALLY like my outfit? I picked it out just for you. I figured if anyone would appreciate it, it would definitely be you. Look, I even wore a thong. I never wear thongs so this is a first."

As she lifted her skirt to show me. She had on this gorgeous silver shiny thong on. No doubt that if she bends over enough, it's going to get well noticed. "It even match's my purse just like my shoes do. Though, I think it's kind of making me wet right now."

I'm stunned. Who is this incredible hottie that I'm with tonight. She's well outside the box and I wasn't really expecting any of this. "Well, I absolutely love the outfit and you look stunning. Everything really looks great on you. I'm seeing a side of you that I don't think anyone else ever has seen before." Was my response.

She continued, "I'm going to be honest. It wasn't my friend that I was asking about. It's me. I was asking because I wasn't sure how you would respond. If you'd judge me. Or look down on me. Omar isn't very receptive to different. I think that where he's from, he's more old fashioned still."

She was getting straight to the point. The door is open so now we're going to walk through it. "Let me say this. Since you are asking, why not just go straight to the point. We're both obviously adults here. I clearly look at you as on equal grounds. Age isn't a factor apparently so just come out and say it. What is it that you want to experience?"

She thought for a second. Apparently choosing her words wisely. "I want different. I mean, I don't know exactly what it is but I'm finding my arousal points changing. I mean, I don't know how to describe it. All I know is that I want new experiences. Something no one normally would adventure into. I do get aroused by many different thoughts. I just haven't been with anyone who's.......experienced."

I replied, "Ok, so you're good with being open minded and uninhibited? You want to step outside of the vanilla world so to speak. You do realize that you're taking a big chance talking to me about this. I mean, I'm respectful in every way there is. I'm just saying, I color way outside of the fucking lines. Quite a bit more than you may realize."

"That's why I am talking with you about this. I know a lot more than you think I do. Your wife talks more about you than you realize. How you are. How you play. What you've done in the past before you both met. I've been paying attention." She stated.

She was serious and to the point. At the same time, she started stepping into it. She had hiked her skirt up a couple times already. Now, she's turned and is positioned more sideways in order for me to get a glimpse of her incredibly firm orbs. Her nipples we definitely hard and showing it. She even has her left leg fully cocked sideways on the seat halfway sitting on it and her right is elevated. She's full on showing off that shiny thong of hers. I'm definitely getting the message.

I dove in head first seeing the opportunity. "Ok, I understand. I just wanted to make sure that we were on the same page and that I wasn't misinterpreting anything. First of all, you look fucking incredibly hot. I mean, over the top. I never expected this in the least. I mean, I've been having my thoughts about you so I'm glad you took the initiative. I never would have, out of making sure I didn't overstep my boundaries. So, let's get some understanding and lay down some ground work. I want you to remember two things. Yellow and Red. These are what are called safe words. When you say yellow, you're telling me to take a pause. You want a minute to digest things. When you say Red, that's full on stop. No matter what it is. It's a limit that you aren't ready or comfortable to cross. These are what they call safe words. Understand?"

She responded, "Yes. So do you have anything in mind? Like, what can I expect?"

"Well, I'm not going to tell you. That would defeat the purpose of the adventure. See, half of what you are looking for is spontaneity. No heads up. That's what you're going to see first hand. That it's not always the actual act but rather the not knowing as to what's going to take place as to when and where. It heightens the euphoria of the experience. Similar to Grey with Anastasia. It was all in her mind, and it was all on impulse." I told her. Now the groundwork and foundation is laid as we pull up to the restaurant.

We enter and the place is huge as well as packed as always. If you've never been there, i highly recommended that you take the time to experience it at least one time. Service is as outstanding as the flavor of their food. Always a great spot for a date.

"Since we're in this booth and no one can see you from the waist down. Not even the waiter, hike up your skirt completely. Th table cloth is shielding you and this way you can enjoy opening your thighs and feel how invigorating it is. This is to see if you truly are uninhibited." I told her as she looked on. Without hesitation before I even finished telling her. She already had completed the task. I continued. "See, there is no doubt that our waiter has gone back and has already discussed you with the other staff. See, he's going to point out your top and how see through it is. It's just basic instinct for him. That's not an issue now, is it?"

"No, I wasn't expecting to be in such a lit up place but this is what I was talking about. See, there's no way Omar would even think of letting me step out in public appearing like this. I mean, a bikini top is one thing. But this is pushing the envelope." She stated with a glimmering smile. After all, she radiated in the room as packed as it is.

"Well, let's see how you enjoy where we're going next. Let me pay out the tab. Why don't you use the restroom before we leave if you need to." I offered her. New Orleans is finical when it comes to public restrooms so you definitely take advantage of one when you can.

We headed to the French Quarter. It's not a place I venture to very often unless I'm going to The Cats Meow or staying at The Royal Sonesta. But there is a couple others that I like to stroll into. One is this bar called The Dungeon. You have to know where it is because it blends in to the background and there's a walkway for an entrance. Another place that's my favorite is Jean LaFittes. It's at the end of Bourbon. A piano bar basically. Very dimly lit and open. A great place to sneak away too which is what Jo and I did. We hung out a bit to get comfortable with each other. Her kisses are incredibly intimate and alluring. I have no doubt by now that she's enjoying being with an older guy who isn't afraid to take the lead. Trust me, I didn't either.

"Are you having fun?" I asked her.

"Yes, this really is what I needed." She replied.

"Good, on to our next destination. Let's roll", I told her as she looked at me perplexed.

We headed out and this is going to be the icing on the cake. See, I had a previous wife who enjoyed the swinger lifestyle. So I know of the places that are "different" so to speak. I would have to say that hands down, this is the ultimate prize place, Colette's. It's a swingers club. Membership required and you byob. They have a bar that has mixers, ice, and pours for you.

We arrive and I turn to her and say, "This is it. We don't have to go in if you don't want too. This is the definition of different. But we're at our final destination for the evening. Now's your chance to walk away before I corrupt your fine ass."

She looks at me and without hesitation replies, "Finally. Quit making me wait. Let's go." Outside are a couple guys just chillen. I'm sure assigned to the door. A couple is off to the side smoking a cigarette. She was the dead give away by how she was dressed as to what Jo can expect. She left nothing to the imagination. Of course, broadcasting a nice 38DD boob job gets your attention quick. Jo looks at me in shock for a second but doesn't lose stride.