As an avid granny lover and being relatively young (45) I decided three years ago to open a small shoe shop that specialised in shoes for elderly ladies. Everyone said I was mad and would go bust in short order. But the point is that elderly women really do appreciate the very personal service and I have been proved right.
At first, my perverted objective was just to look up their skirts. But what amazed me was that quite a few of my late sixties to eighties ladies freely opened their legs and enjoyed me looking at their covered and uncovered old cunts. And if I showed them some interest and flattery a select few wanted me to help them sexually.
One such lady was Beth. She was smart in her late seventies -- overweight, big bust, and lots of wrinkles. To make things easier for my ladies (and to look up their skirts), I use an old-fashioned footstool, one end for me to sit on, and a raised plinth for them to place their feet.
As I was holding her ankle to put on the shoe, she mentioned that I had nice soft hands and it made her feel "warm inside" I think that was what she said. She then went on to ask me why I specialised in shoes for the elderly and I told her that seniors were greatly unappreciated and I enjoyed their company very much.
"So, you like us old biddies?"
"I do very much Beth, especially elderly ladies such as yourself. It gives me great pleasure in looking after their needs."
"Well then, would it be too much to rub my calves"
As I gently caressed her lovely fat calves she said: "You really do like us oldies" and lifting up her leg, asked me to stimulate her thighs.
Giving me the invitation to finger her cunt. I didn't because other customers were browsing. So, I suggested that she came back for a private fitting tomorrow after the shop was shut.
On the dot of 5.30 the next day, in she walked. This time she was dressed in a nice flared skirt and jacket and sat down.
"Now, young man, I don't want you to think I am some kind of sex-crazed granny, because I'm not. But yesterday, you made me feel so desirable I could barely contain myself. But first, what is your name?
"Brian, at your service Beth"
"Well Brian, when you were massaging my calves yesterday, I had the naughtiest thoughts. I won't tell you what they were, but I would like to continue where we left off. Would that be okay with you?"
"As I said Beth, I am at your service and to serve you, if that is what takes your fancy?"