Roger had counted himself so lucky, months ago, when he'd answered an ad looking for an "older gentleman" who could...shall we say, satisfy the needs of a younger woman. Of course hundreds of people had probably answered her ad, but she had written back to him!
Her name was Amelia. She was young, only 35. Brunette, blue eyed, and on the larger size, all of which he liked. She sent him a photo when he requested, and when he first saw it the very idea of doing her got him hard. Then the trouble started, when she asked to see him. He'd lied about his age, see. He said he was 65, but he was actually a few years older. He'd been worried about scaring her off, or her thinking he couldn't handle what she wanted. He also had a gut on him, and not a lot of hair left. He wasn't ashamed or anything, but he was concerned she wouldn't like his appearance.
So he made excuses about the photo, said he didn't have a camera and didn't know how to email one. A weak lie, he knew, as he took photos for a living! But she didn't have his last name so it's not like she could Google him.
They first gotten together after a month of talking. She knocked on his door on a Saturday afternoon, wearing a dark blue polo and jeans. Simple, classy and not too revealing. She didn't know how it was going to go, she told herself. She might have to leave. When the door opened, she was in shock.
Roger was...well, not what she expected. He was definitely older, but she doubted he was only 65. He had a shock of white hair around a bald head, with wrinkled skin and a gut. But most alarming of all were his clothes, or lack thereof. He was clad only in a pair of boxer shorts!
Roger stepped aside and invited her in, and she did step inside after a moment of hesitation but she clearly was having second thoughts. Roger could see it in her eyes, she looked ready to run. Her eyes kept flicking towards the door. He reached out to hug her, and she backed away.
"I...uh...look, I'm really sorry, but I think I've made a mistake," Amelia said.
Roger smiled, and continued his approach. "Now honey, I know I probably look a bit like your grandfather, but don't you know not to judge by appearances?"
Amelia put her hands up defensively, keeping him away. "Look, I'm sorry, I don't want to be rude, but this is just...this is too much for me to handle. I'm going to go."
Roger was worried, but they'd been talking for a while, and he knew how badly she needed release. She'd confided in him through their messages, and he knew if he could just get his hands on her...
So he offered her a backrub. Told her clothes on, standing. She didn't need to lie down or anything. Just to relax her. She seemed unsure, but he was determined, so he gently turned her around so she was facing away from him. He gathered her long hair up and moved it over her shoulder. The he started rubbing her shoulders and upper back, gently. Lovingly. He moved slowly.
He could feel her relaxing under his hands. He moved down to her lower back, rubbing there too. Then he moved back to her shoulders and massaged the tops of them, with his fingers trailing perilously close to her breasts. He could feel her stiffen again, so he slowly moved back down.
Take it easy, he told himself. You want this to be her choice too. If at all possible.
He asked her if it felt good, and she just moaned in response. A better reaction that he'd hoped for! He reached down and put his hands inside her shirt, touching her skin instead. She didn't tense up at all...in fact, her head lolled back. She was into it!
He moved his hands up to where her bra strap was, and began massaging there, moving his hands towards her sides at the same time while pressing with his thumbs towards her spine. He inched his hands around slowly, to see if she would stiffen or stop him. She didn't. Once he was halfway around, he quickly slid his hands the rest of the way, cupping her breasts in his hands.
"Oh God!" she exclaimed, jumping. She reached up to grab his wrists, trying to pull his hands off her. Roger gripped tighter and brought his mouth to her ear, pressing his entire body against hers.
"Shhh, shhh shhhh it's okay Amelia," he said gently. "Don't worry, its fine."
"No...but I...this isn't right..." She stammered. She could feel him against her, feel his hard cock pressing into her backside. She shouldn't have let him touch her, she realized now. But he didn't let go. He massaged her breasts, making her gasp and he felt her nipples growing hard. He moved his lips down and started kissing her neck.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered in her ear. He released her breasts so he could unhook her bra, all the while she was stammering at him to stop. But she didn't really mean it, he could tell.
He reached back around, pushing her bra out of the way so he could grab her mounds, skin-to-skin. They felt amazing. Firm and round, with such hard little nipples. She was still saying no, but she wasn't pushing on his hands anymore, and she wasn't struggling at all. He knew once he had his hands on her she'd be into it.
Roger knew he needed to take the opportunity now, before it slipped away from him. He ran his hands down her belly, rounded and gorgeous. He ran them around the waistband of her pants, moving towards her backside again. He enjoyed the feel of her skin, touching every part he could. He grabbed her left hand and placed it on the crotch of his pants, wrapping it around his cock.
She jumped, startled, but didn't immediately try and remove it. Her movements seemed unsure, tentative. In truth, Amelia was freaked out. Inside her head was screaming at her to leave, to run. Why she had let him touch her she had no idea. Yes, she needed release, but not like this. Not here, not with this man...she had to do something, now.
Quickly she moved away from him, pulling her shirt back down. She'd rehook her bra after she got away.
"I'm sorry, really, I am - I didn't think this through, I don't know what I'm doing..." she moved towards the door. "I need to go."
She turned the handle and was about to open it, when a huge hand smashed against the door above her head and shut it closed. Startled, she whirled around.
There was someone else in the room! He was tall, young, and looked incredibly strong. His dark skin glittered in the sunlight coming through the window, but not nearly as much as his eyes were glittering. He looked her up and down, and she had the sudden feeling of being horribly exposed. His hand was still on the door above her head. She felt very small.
Roger stepped over to where they were, shaking his head. "Ah, so close. I do wish you hadn't tried to leave, my dear. I was hoping I could surprise you with Zach. But now that you two have met, we should probably take this to the bedroom." With that, Roger started down the hall and gestured at the two of you to follow.