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My attraction to much older women was undeniable and might have been classified as a fetish if I wasn't so particular about the older women I was attracted to. I couldn't really explain where it came from, either. I'd never been molested by a silver-haired woman nor did I ever have a crush on my or any of my friends' grandmothers when I was growing up. At some point as a young adult, I just happened to get lucky with a very fit, much older woman who totally rocked my world. Of course I hadn't stopped sleeping with women my age, or of any other age for that matter, but my preference was for active, older women. It may have been fate or it may have been my subconscious at work when I accepted the managerial position at a location of the chain drugstore I worked for that just happened to be within a few blocks of a high rise that catered to active seniors.
I had initially started working for the drugstore chain just because I needed a job and they were hiring. I'd worked my way up from stock boy to cashier to co-manager and it was at that first job where I'd essentially been picked up by a sexy woman old enough to be my grandmother. I'd initially noticed her because she had a very nice physique and didn't try to hide it. When I realized how much older she was, I was actually kind of confused by my attraction at first, but I quickly came to accept it. She came in fairly regularly, so we became friendly and one day, when things were quiet in the store, she expressed an interest in jumping my bones. She ended up over at my apartment for a few hours that day after work and basically altered my perceptions of older women with her enthusiasm and her abilities.
We had a pretty healthy sexual relationship up until, for a variety of reasons, she was no longer able to continue. I managed to score on a few random occasions with other older women, though I was also open to sex with women of pretty much any other age as well. I was never going to turn down the opportunity to get laid, I just happened to prefer the experience and enthusiasm of the older women. So, when I realized that my new position at my new location was going to have me in close proximity to a bevy of older women, I was obviously quite stoked. I was not planning to loiter around outside the high rise hoping to meet them as I didn't expect that would be necessary with the proximity of my store and it being the only drugstore that was nearby. I rented a townhome that was within walking distance of both my job and the seniors' high rise.
It didn't take long before I encountered a couple of unattached, fit ladies who were interested in maintaining an active sex life with somebody who could keep up with them. The first was Gladys and it was on the first occasion I saw her in the store that things started up between us. I noticed her pretty quickly because she was exactly my type. She had shoulder-length silver hair, a very fit physique and was wearing spandex capris that showed off a really nice ass. I would have put her age definitely over 60, but how far over was difficult to guess because she obviously took good care of herself. I gave her a few minutes before just happening to be in the same aisle that she was.
"Can I help you find anything?" I asked. She turned to respond, noticing my name tag and giving me a long once-over.
"How about my g-spot?" she replied. I assumed it was a test question to gauge my reaction. It didn't put me off at all; in fact, I took it as an ideal sign.
"You lost it?" I asked in response.
"No, I can find it. In fact I do quite often," she replied, "but I'd like to see if you can, too."
"While I'd be willing to give it a shot right here in the store," I said, "it might cause a bit of a scene. Do you live nearby?"
"I live in the high rise," she replied, appearing to be pleased that I was taking up her challenge, "but I can't have you come there. People love to talk."
"Well, luckily I live within walking distance," I told her, "and I'm only working for a couple more hours."
I took the notepad from my shirt pocket and wrote down my address and phone number, indicating to her through the window the direction of my townhome. I let her go back to shopping as I went about my responsibilities with a smile on my face and thoughts of her naked on my mind.
I had allowed myself time to get home and change my clothes before expecting Gladys, so I slipped into jeans and a t-shirt with no underwear and made sure that I brushed my teeth. I was ready and anxious by the time the doorbell rang and I was happy to see that Gladys looked as scrumptious as she had earlier.
"Can I get you anything?" I asked as I locked the door behind her.
"An orgasm would be nice," she replied.