My ex-wife's older sister, Lorna, is a ravishingly beautiful woman in her 50s. I'm 27, but her classic female lines are a turn on for any man who appreciates big breasts, broad hips, long legs, blonde hair and a flirty disposition. She keeps her body in great shape and it's not uncommon to see her dressed up; in spike heels and sexy skirt. While I had always had the hots for her, she was married and I, of course, had been married to her sister. But the world turns and one day...
Lorna called me out of the blue and we had a long conversation. She told me that her long time marriage with Rick was on the rocks and that they were in financial trouble. I told her to come on over and have a drink.
She arrived about an hour later, gorgeous as ever, and I gave her a peck on the cheek as she came through the door and welcomed her to my apartment. I told her to sit on the couch. She caught me catching a glimpse of her stocking tops as she sank deep into my old warn sofa. I asked if she would like a drink.
"Bourbon and soda for me, thanks."
I whipped up a stiff one for her as we made some small talk. After her second drink, she started to unwind and tell me what's going on with her.
Rick had gotten into trouble with loan sharks and they had cleaned them out of all their savings. He was a total wreck, drunk all the time, and she was filing for divorce. With all the problems and expenses, she didn't have enough money for food and the necessities.
"So that's my sad tale of woe." She said, daintily placing what was left of her drink on the coffee table. Her outfit rustled as she crossed her legs.
"Is there anything I can do to help? I said in a concerned tone of voice.
"I need to find a job but I have no skills or experience. All these years, I've stayed at home and Richard was the man of the house, but now..."
She was in a delicate situation and I took advantage.
"You know, I'm starting a photography company."
"No, I didn't. How's business?"
"Well, we're just starting out. It's tough for us too. Tyrone Davis...You know him. Muscular, good looking young Black dude...His dad and he used to have a plumbing business.
"Yes, I had them over once to do some work on my plumbing." Lorna recalled.
"Anyway, Tyrone and I've got this startup and we're just starting to break even selling videos on the Internet.
"Would you model for us?"
"I'm flattered Frank, but don't you think you should be getting young girls in their 20s to model for you?"
"I know what you're saying Lorna, but what you don't realize is that there is a big market for mature ladies. In fact there are all kinds of markets out there. Black women, young women, blonde women, brunette women...You wouldn't believe all the different kinds of markets there are. Right now we happen to have a client seeking erotic videos of older women. In the trade, we call 'em MILFs."
"MILFs? I'm not familiar with the term."
"It's not important. What I'm proposing is making a mature erotic video with you as the star."
"Frank, I think you better fix me another bourbon and soda."
She gulped down what was left of her drink and held up her glass for a refresh."
"I'll pay you a $150 modeling fee. I know it's not a lot but if we make a profit we'll give you 25%. How does that sound?"
