This is a story about a woman who finds dirty old men very appealing.
As a young girl, still innocent, however of legal age of 18, I met a man that changed me forever. He was a much older man, seventy eight actually, and we had a sexual relationship for quite some time. Now a grown woman, with much more experience and knowledge I still feel a quiver when the possibility of reliving that part of my life presents itself.
There are several senior communities in my area and from time to time many of the locals will hear about an elderly person who may need assistance with the daily chores of living or just some company now and then. I offered my time and I was asked to contact Mr. Charles Graves, an 81 year old man who no longer drove and was becoming somewhat of a recluse. I was asked if I would give him a call and set up a visit.
I called Mr. Graves and told him who I was and that I thought I might come to his home and spend some time with him. I had met Charles before and he was not what you would call a pleasant sort of fellow. He was a pudgy little man, bald except for a few grey hairs. He wore glasses, and had few teeth if any. He had large hands and thick long fingers that always made me shudder when I saw them. Charles was known as a grump. During my call he told me there was nothing he needed and I said I would come and just keep him company for awhile. He reluctantly agreed and we decided that I would stop by the next day at 10:00AM.
The next morning I got up early and showered. I choose a very pretty blouse with a nice neckline and very soft fabric. I thought a skirt would be nice and I picked a black slim fitting little thing. I have always been complimented on how lovely my legs looked in a tight short skirt. My goal in visiting Mr. Graves was to bring him back to enjoying life. Perhaps an attractive woman, dressed to emphasize her best qualities might do just the trick.
I am a very well endowed woman. My 44DDD's needed good support but I liked pretty things so I picked up a nice lacy number that lifted my lovely melons and gave some beautiful cleavage in a sexy red, and of course I had matching panties.
I dressed and took a look at myself in the mirror to make sure I was all together and I was pleased with my choices. I did notice that because the fabric of my blouse was thin you couldn't help but see my very large nipples. The cold morning air had perked them up and they were at full attention. Of course it was also something else. The idea of visiting Mr. Graves was exciting me. I guess I just couldn't hide my secret. Oh well it was a secret so I really had nothing to worry about.
I combed my hair and checked my face and although I didn't wear makeup I never left the house without lip gloss. A dab of lightly tinted gloss adds a slight fullness and glisten to my lips. What man wouldn't want to kiss a mouth that asks to be kissed? I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and I knew it was time to leave.
The ride to Mr. Graves took nearly twenty five minutes, a little longer than I thought so I was about ten minutes late. I pulled into the driveway and as I looked towards the house I thought I saw someone at the window. I opened the car door and didn't realize my skirt had ridden up my legs and exposed most if not all of my thighs. As I put my leg out of the car my skirt went up even more and with my legs spread, one out and one in, my crotch was in clear view. The person at the window couldn't help but get a good look. I stepped out of the car and pulled my skirt down.
I walked up to the entry and was ready to ring the bell when the door opened. Mr. Graves was standing there and I must admit I was surprised to see that he wasn't fully dressed. He had on a white tee shirt, boxers, black socks and slippers.
"Good morning Mr. Graves, how are you?" He looked somewhat annoyed so I walked into the house and waited for him to close the door behind me.
"You're late, you said 10:00AM, and I thought you weren't coming so I took off my good clothes, no sense in getting wrinkled just sitting around." He closed the screen door and I heard a click and figured he locked it, then he closed the front door and he locked it and put the chain on."Can't be too careful these days with break-ins and all."
"Oh, I completely understand your right to make sure you take every safety precaution."
"Well, now that you're here we might as well sit down."
Mr. Graves walked passed me and motioned to me to follow him. We walked thru his sitting room and I was surprised to see a magazine lying on the floor next to the chair that was entitled "Big Jugs "and a picture of large naked breasts. I immediately felt a twinge of excitement.
We walked into the kitchen, it was clean and tidy except for sink full of dishes. Mr. Graves picked up a cup from the table and walked over to the counter and poured some coffee.
"I made this fresh this morning, you want a cup?"
"No thank you, I'm not a coffee drinker."
He walked over to the table and sat down in the chair.
"Well, how are you doing Mr. Graves? We don't see you very much out and about?"
"I keep to myself and mind my own business."
