Let me introduce myself, I'm Nate. Actually my parents named me Nathaniel, but it never stuck with me. Family, friends and everyone else calls me Nate.
First, let's get the statistics out of the way. I'm 5'11," weigh 167 pounds, have brown hair, blue eyes, and I would consider myself physically fit despite my lack of any exercise regimen. I graduated from college 3 years ago which puts me at my current age of 24 years.
Although I did my share of partying during college, I did manage to graduate with a degree in Social Services. This qualified me for my current position as an employee at a Senior Center.
For several years I had no complaint about my love life. I met Kristin in my Junior year of college and the two of us remained together. Being young meant we both had very active libidos. Our sex life was good. Actually, it was better than good. The truth is we both liked to fuck, and we did it often.
About 3 months ago that started to change. Kristin seemed to have lost her interest. The frequency became less and less. More often than not she would fain a headache or tiredness. Finally one night she told me it just wasn't working anymore, and she felt we should end the relationship since she didn't see it going anywhere. The next day she left.
I was devastated! Looking back I now realize this was more so due to the abrupt end of my sex life. Yes, I missed Kristin, but she was right. We weren't headed anywhere. However, this was not an overnight revelation.
When Kristin left, I became very sullen to say the least. This became very noticeable around the Center. People would ask me what was wrong and I would tell them "nothing." After about a month of this, one of the women cornered me. Jean was a very caring and thoughtful individual who worried about everyone around her.
She told me, "look Nate, we've know each other since you started working here. I know that 'nothing' is not what's bothering you, and it's time for you to come clean." After a considerable amount of coaxing and prodding, I finally told her what had happened with Kristin.
Jean was very understanding, sympathetic and encouraging. The more we talked, the more I started to snap out of my funk. Having a woman, any woman, flatter you with compliments is always a boost to any male ego. The fact that Jean, despite being 67 years old, was still a very attractive woman helped even more.
In no time at all, Jean became one of the focal points of my life. She became a true confidant always willing to lend an ear and offer advice. While this was happening, I started to notice changes in Jean also.
First it was the hair. It had a new style and some color. The color change wasn't dramatic, but it was enough to notice. Then the makeup changed. It was no longer just a smattering of lipstick. Now she was applying all her makeup, and her face just lit up. Finally there were the clothes. Usually you could count on stretch pants or a sweat suit. Now she was wearing dresses and skirts.
Up until now I had never noticed what a great pair of legs she had, but I certainly was noticing now. Along with the legs, I found myself gazing at her ass. Most women would kill to have an ass like that. Most guys would kill to grab an ass like that! She may have been almost 3 times my age, but she was certainly getting my attention. I have to admit that several times she became the inspiration for a jerk off session.
I grew to look forward to seeing Jean, and the multitude of conversations we had. I would gladly stay beyond my work hours to spend time with Jean. Of course, it was sometimes hard to carry on a conversation with those legs and that ass right in front of me. All I could think of was how great that ass would feel in my hands, and to wonder what it would be like to crawl between those gorgeous legs.
As you would expect, our conversations started to include some flirting and some sexual innuendos. Jean told me I was "incorrigible," but she was just as adept at keeping up with me and throwing in a few of her own zingers.
One day we were so involved in conversation that it became closing time for the Center. Not wanting to relinquish my hold on Jean, I suggested we go have something to eat.
Jean told me "a young man like you shouldn't be taking an old woman to dinner when there are so many attractive young women available."
I told Jean, "Any guy, no matter what age, would be proud to take a woman as attractive as herself to dinner." So...off we went!
Once we were seated, I suggested we order a bottle of wine.
Jean agreed, but added, "I hope you're not going to try to get a poor helpless woman drunk so you can take advantage of her."
I feigned surprise as I responded, "Who, me?" We both laughed.
As dinner progressed there were several times her hand was on mine, or my hand was on hers. Before long, I felt her leg rub up against mine. At first I thought it was just an accident, but her leg stayed right there. Once I was past the shock, I began to enjoy it more and more. Actually, enjoy probably isn't a very accurate description. The contact of her leg against mine was causing some major excitement.
Almost instantly my penis came to life. I tried to control it, but it had a mind of its own and was trying to tear through my pants. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. How can a woman who is old enough to be my Grandmother cause me such excitement and desire?
