"Hey,
63y/o widow here looking for some fun with the right guy.
I am NOT a slut and not interested in nude picture exchanges with anyone.
Please provide a face pic in your reply and you will get mine back.
The right guy would be between 35 and 45 and have all his own teeth!
If we get on and I like you then I shall want to meet you, if you just want a quick shag for tonight then look elsewhere. I want to get to know someone via email first, we can discuss likes and dislikes in those rather than me listing them here. Looking forward to hearing from any guys interested in an old gal like me.
K x"
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I've been pretty busy lately, not had much time to date and the type of women I'm interested in don't seem to be easy to find, practically impossible in fact. I have been emailing this one lady, Katy, for about a month now. She is sweet and very funny, we get on really well. We seem to like similar things despite the age difference and I feel comfortable telling her anything, I think by now she know's about all my weird little fantasies I have going around in my head most days, and in return I have been allowed to hear some of hers.
When I first saw her picture I got quite excited, she was exactly my type. The picture was taken outside a theatre in the west end of London. She was wearing a gorgeous blue dress which showed off her body perfectly. She is a large lady with ample breasts and lovely wide hips, I could tell from the picture that she has a bit of a belly. Wide hips usually mean a big bum, and I absolutely love a big bum! In one of her emails she confirmed she has one then proceeded to send me a picture of it, which was totally unexpected yet very well received. Her long dark hair, big brown eyes and pretty face are just the icing on the cake.
I've not been with another woman for a while and I am quite a shy person at the best of times. I am glad we have had this last month of emails back and forth to get to know each other, it will make meeting her much easier to deal with, I'm filled with excited nerves now, not the bad kind of nerves!
As I approach her front door I quickly adjust my shirt and ring the bell. She comes to the door and lets me in, my heart is in my throat. We have spoken about this moment a few times and she knew I wanted her to take the lead. Before either of us uttered a word she leaned into me and kissed me deeply, our tongues writhed around together. She tasted like strawberries, my favourite! I had an instant erection standing there by her front door. It was only when she broke away from the kiss that I noticed she was wearing a silk robe. In our emails we had pretty much gone through our first meeting, what each of us wanted to happen and what we would be wearing. So it wasn't really a surprise that she was wearing the robe as it was one of my requests, I did wonder, however, if she had met any of my other requests. I was excited to find out.
"Hello Katy" I said.
"Hello baby" She took my hand and led me into her living room.
She sat me down on the sofa and walked over to the dining table, poured us both a glass of wine and came to sit next to me. We toasted our meeting and spoke for a while about random things. She kept moving about next to me, reaching for this and that, from the coffee table to the unit next to her. Each time she moved her arms the robe opened further and further, just as I had asked for. I had been there around fifteen minutes when I glimpsed my first flash of nipple. She had leant forward to put her wine glass down and as she sat back the robe opened just enough to show the top of her dark pink nipple, her areola was larger than I had imagined, which is no bad thing, the circumference of it must have covered over a third of her whole breast, it looked incredible, and with her nipple just sitting there poking out the top of the robe, I was getting very turned on indeed.