The next day was surreal. I had to figure out how my profile was in Irma's inbox. I opened my profile and went to settings. Wow, somehow, I had left the default age parameters. They were set to 18-99! Shit. And Irma, it turns out, is 79 years old. OMG! This was very surprising, and it was the beginning of a fetish for me. I can't look at old ladies anymore without thinking about how they would fuck or suck.
As I was getting ready to start my day, my phone buzzed with a new notification. I headed to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee and checked my emails while waiting for it to brew. That's when I saw Irma's message asking if we could get together later that evening.
It was Monday, and I had to start a new job today. No free time until Friday night. I replied to her message and set up a time to come over.
The week's mundane orientation and training made the days drag on for what seemed like forever. Friday was finally here, and I was excited about what the evening would hold.
I came home from work and had a few beers to relax and think about the upcoming events that evening; my head was buzzing from the alcohol and the excitement.
I stripped and climbed into a hot shower; my cock stood at attention, just as excited as me. It seemed to have a mind of its own. My balls were aching, and my cock was like a steel rod, demanding polishing!
Irma is a plain older woman with a small frame and ample breasts that sag a bit but are still very nice and a small tummy pooch. I'm looking forward to seeing the rest this evening.
The clock is reading 6:38 pm. She's coming over at 8:00 pm, and I'm pacing like a convict on death row now; why am I so nervous? She'd sucked my cock like a pro, but I hadn't seen much of her body, except for the small gray hairy patch between her legs when I noticed she wasn't wearing panties.
It was now 8:05, and I saw her headlights pulling into my driveway. I was in my boxers and a T-shirt when she knocked on the door. My cock lurched with anticipation as I opened the door. Come in, please, I greeted my guest.
Irma smiled and came inside. Her long silver hair was pulled up into a neat bun perched on her head. She was wearing a dress that was clearly handmade and strappy sandals.