Authors note:- This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca Xxx. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
I kept it slow and simple.
White lace, see through panties were pulled up over my pert behind and positioned with care over my moist, plump pussy lips.
A matching see through bra grazed across my nipples as I hooked it up behind me to encapsulate my D cup breasts. He loved lace, apparently.
A grey pleated mini skirt slid up my bare legs, zipped and buttoned into place.
A flimsy white satin top was pulled on and buttoned up, leaving ample cleavage on show just as he had requested.
My hair was checked in the mirror. My make-up overdone, but immaculate. Smokey eyes and bright red lipstick starred back at me in the mirror. His favourite.
I winked at myself and pouted to blow a kiss.
"I am one fucking sexy whore. The dirty old man won't know what hit him," I said out loud.
Red stilettoes were pulled onto my feet. One at a time. Strappy and elegant.
"Show time."
A seventy year old man would be the oldest guy I'd ever let fuck me, so I was a little unsure what to expect. Despite my trepidation I was horny, wet and willing to let him do anything he wanted to me. He wanted a role play where I was his best friends granddaughter who he had always had a crush on. I was to play a nineteen year old, which I could still easily pass for. The role play was to start immediately as soon as we met each other. The back story was that my grandad had died a few years ago and this guy, George was in town to say hello and take me out for a meal.
I closed my hotel room door and walked down to the lobby. My stilettoes clip clopped across the polished marble floor. The evening was beginning to get going and my hooker friends were all in the same boat as me. Meeting a new client for the first time and carrying out their every wish for five grand a night. As I looked around I saw Tammy, Chloe and Sara plus another fifteen sexy high class hookers, who I hadn't really met yet.
I walked into the plush bar and sat at a bar stool listening to the piano plinking away seductively in the corner. I surveyed the room. The clientele were powerful, rich and well turned out. I saw expensive designer clothing, Rolex watches and jewellery to die for. Everything about these people wreaked of money, but somehow I felt like I fitted in, like I was part of the same crowd. I was guessing they were high ranking politicians, policemen, judges, lawyers and influential people in the know. The elite.
Tammy gave me a cheeky wink as I looked over in her direction. She was at a dinner table for two. She was stunningly beautiful as always. Her halter neck dress accentuated her curves. Her lady friend was in for night to remember that was for sure. I smiled at her and looked away. We were to remain professional after all. I could hardly start waving and making rude gestures towards her, it would have looked out of place and tacky. This place was well above all of that.
Chloe was deep in conversation with her pretend boyfriend. She was in for a night of anal and had to pretend to be his girlfriend. She loved ass play and I knew she'd blow his mind and he'd blow his load. Probably in Chloe's ass knowing her.
Sara had disappeared and was probably in the disco area acting out her prom night virgin fantasy for her client. I'd seen her prom dress and it was gorgeous like her. She even fooled me with her doe eyed virgin look, all sweet and innocent, until she opened her mouth of course. She swore like a trooper and fucked like a rabbit. Her guy would probably cum in his shorts before he even got a whiff of her pussy.
I was about to order my usual drink when I heard an assertive, well spoken voice from a guy who had just appeared next to me.
"Rebecca, sweetie pie, how lovely to see you again," said the guy who I assumed was George.
I got off my stool to be courteous and held my hand out to him.
"George, its been a long time. How are you?" I replied.
He kissed my hand delicately. His lips were soft and his hands felt strong.
"My, my you look beautiful. You have grown into a big girl haven't you."
He glanced at my bulging cleavage. I knew exactly what he meant by 'big girl', the dirty fucker.
"Well I am nineteen now George and all grown up, " I smiled bashfully.
He gestured for me to sit down on the bar stool.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked.
"Gin on ice with a splash of tonic and lime wedge please."
"Wow, is that the modern way of asking for a G and T?" he smirked.
He seemed old fashioned and was well spoken and smartly dressed. He looked younger than his years and was slim and in shape. His hair was once dark , but was now mostly grey and cut short. He was respectful and appeared young at heart. Obviously he was here to fuck a girl a third his age, but I liked him from the off.
"I'll have the same," he said to the barmaid.
I caught him looking at her ass as she walked off.
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Was he a boob man or an ass man?'
I wondered.
He seemed to like both.
He started the small talk as though he'd known me and my grandad for years.
"I was so sorry to hear of your grandads passing," he said.
"Yes. It was a few years ago now and it was very sad." I began the role play.
"I'm sorry I never made it to the funeral. I was out of the country at the time. I would have loved to have said goodbye. We were very close and friends ever since school. I guess he's up there with my late wife now," he looked to the heavens.
"I guess so. I remember you coming round when I was younger," I cooed.
He genuinely seemed sad that my made up grandad was no longer with us. I stroked his hand gently as he leaned on the bar, to make some physical contact. He smiled softly at me out the corner of his eye. He was either a good actor or he was reminiscing about a real friend that he'd lost or maybe his wife's passing. I was totally taken in by him and decided to give the old gentlemen my best role play performance, despite him being fifty one years older than my own character.
"You were always such a smiley child," he said. "So full of life."
"You used to make me laugh whenever you came around," I giggled.
"You're still laughing and smiling now, which is nice to see," he said.
The drinks arrived and we clinked glasses.
"Chin, chin," he said.
"Cheers," I replied.
He was a like an old English country gentlemen, the way he spoke and the words he used.
As we sipped our drinks I gave him a sultry look over the rim of my glass. We got eye contact and I looked deep into his brown eyes. There was years of experiences in there, but I thought most were non sexual. I imagined him being with his wife, making love. I imagined it was loving and sweet, but very vanilla, maybe missionary with the lights out. I wondered if he'd ever had a blowjob or tried anal or anything kinky. I was sure I'd find out by the end of the night.
A waitress arrived and told us our table was ready.
"Shall we?" he said politely, gesturing for me to go first.
We took our drinks and I seated myself facing the room with my back to the wall. It was a habit I'd got into and allowed me to survey the room and see if trouble was coming my way. George was courteous and pushed my chair in for me. The waitress did the same for him and he thanked her.
"What's good to eat around here then?" he asked me, as the waitress walked away and he looked her up and down, like he had the barmaid.
"George! I can see you looking at her ass! Behave yourself!" I chastised him.
"Mmmmm, but it's so pert and bouncy," he chuckled.
"You dirty old man, she's much too young for you," I giggled.
"She's not too young legally."
"Well she's not much older than me George," I replied.
"I'm sure you're old enough and mature enough to realise an old man still looks at the ladies through young eyes. Although I loved my wife Polly very much I still lusted after eighteen year old girls."
"I bet. You men are all the same."
"Oh yes. I love their tight, firm young bodies. The female form is delightful to look at and even better to get your hands on."
"I guess most people look at the older generation and forget that they were once young too," I said. "I bet you had your pick of the ladies when you were younger."
"Well I had one or two in my time Rebecca."
"What sort of girl did you used to go for George? Blonde or brunette?"
"Always brunette's. Its not true what they say about blondes having more fun you know."
"I know. I am a brunette myself in case you hadn't noticed." I flicked my hair forwards over my shoulder to emphasise the fact.
The waitress returned and we ordered our food and a bottle of wine. We continued our conversation.
"I'm guessing you like slimmer figures judging by the girls you've been ogling at tonight?"
"Yes, but not too skinny. I prefer the athletic body like the waitress," he said turning around to look for her.
"Pert asses and big tits?" I asked
"Rebecca. Such language. I prefer pert bottoms and big breasts, yes. Nothing too big. Of course its been a long time since I've seen a perky pair of young girls breasts. I was always faithful to Polly after we were married."
I leaned forward a little to allow my top to gape open. The first few buttons were undone, so I knew he would get an eyeful of my heavy chest and flimsy bra which struggled to contain me.
"That's sweet that you were devoted to each other. Not many people do that these days. And yes I agree girls boobs should be perky rather than huge."
He took a long look down my top.
"I love lace underwear too," he grinned. "In this modern age there seems to be too much emphasis on seeing girls completely naked. I prefer a little left to the imagination. I love to see a girl in a lacey pair of panties and matching bra."
"Are you saying that because you just looked down my top George?" I said, moving back and covering my cleavage with my hand, pretending to be shocked.
"I'm so sorry Rebecca. What must you think of me?" he sounded embarrassed.
"Like I said. I suppose you never grow out of looking at young girls tits or underwear. I bet you like to look up girls skirts too if you get the chance"
"Well its funny you should say that. The other day I was in the waiting room at the doctors and there was a young slip of a girl sitting opposite me in a short skirt similar to yours. Do you know what Rebecca, she sat there with her legs apart, quite un-ladylike and I could see her little cotton knickers. They were beautiful," he smiled as he reminisced.
"What colour were they?"
"Purest white, like a little virgin. All crisp and new," he licked his lips.
"I bet that got your blood pumping," I motioned to his crotch.
"Rebecca, really. What sort of a thing is that to say to your grandads best friend?"
"So did it or not?"
"Well.....I had a little stirring down there yes."
The food arrived and we started to eat. George sampled the wine like the chivalrous guy he was and said it was acceptable. He poured it and we continued.
"It still works then?" I asked.
George almost choked on his wine. My comment made him cough.
"My god Rebecca. When did you become so worldly wise? You can't ask an older gentlemen questions like that."
"Well, we were talking about girls boobs and panties. I don't see the difference really."
"I'm a little old fashioned when it comes to this sort of thing. I forget that it's all about the new age woman and equal opportunities these days. You young girls all talk about sex likes its nothing."
"Exactly. So does it still work or not?" I smirked, sucking food off my fork.
"Yes my dear. It's still in working order and yes I did get a little aroused seeing the young girls tighty whities." he replied.
"I bet you wish you'd seen more of her, don't you?" I quizzed.
"I don't understand. See more of her? ......... oh I see. Yes that would have been exquisite," he said, suddenly realising what I meant.
"I bet you'd have had to look twice if she'd been panty less. Seeing her meat on display like that," I started to up the ante.
