I had a female friend who ran an escort service. One winter night she called me and asked if I'd do her a big favor. She had just received a call from a 66 year old widow who wanted to have a man visit her and asked if I'd call her.
I had never done anything like this before, but was excited by the idea. I told her, "Yes." I' was 22 years old at the time.
The woman explained to me that her husband had died over a year ago and that she had not had sex in all that time and was "very horny and needed a man's cock inside of her!" She explained that she was on a fixed income and could not afford the "escort charge."
I was so turned on by now that I was willing to visit her for free. I had been with women a few years older than me, but one that was 44 years older and so up front with what she wanted had me hard in my pants. I called my friend and told her the woman cancelled due to lack of funds. I then called the woman back and got her address. It was about 10:30PM and I told her I'd be over after I showered.
She asked what I looked like. I told her I was 6'4" tall, 195 lbs., shoulder length brown hair with Hazel eyes. I told her I had a mustache and that people had told me I looked like Sam Elliott. She cooed and said she was getting wet and asked me to please hurry.
I had no idea what she looked like. Fat and ugly or thin and beautiful. But by now it didn't matter to me. The thought of fucking this grandmother was driving me wild! I couldn't wait to get there.
I got out of the car and walked through the snow to her apartment door. It was a full moon and the snow glowed brightly under it's light. I knocked on the door. I heard her voice say, "Just a minute."
Then she called for me to come in. My heart was pounding as I opened the door. It was dark inside and it took my eyes a minute to adjust. It was a basement apartment and there was a long flight of stairs leading down. At the bottom was a soft yellowish glow coming from the right and there at the foot of the steps was my prize.
She was about 5'1" tall, petite with short grey hair, large glasses and wearing a full length, black silk nightie. She nervously clutched her hands together in front of her. She was wrinkled, but not unattractive. As I descended the stairs she moved back towards the direction of the light. I turned the corner and entered her living room.