I am a 52 year old grandmother and work in sales at the local mall. I have a client that comes to see me when he is looking for a gift for his wife or his daughter or some other female in his family. This time he comes and says he is looking for a gift for his girlfriend. I look at him and he says he is looking for something nice for her, but not too nice so she doesn't get any ideas. It is her birthday and she is going to turn 25 and he was thinking of some earrings, nice but not too nice.

I have known this man for several years and I have met his wife and once I met his daughter and now he is asking me to find something a 25 year old girlfriend, that is younger than my daughter. Since he mentioned her I asked him some questions, where did he meet her, was she really a girlfriend or was he pulling my leg. He assured me she was a girlfriend, like a sleeping with girlfriend and she worked for him and he was as surprised as anyone but she wanted it so he took her up on it. I couldn't help but take the wife's point of view and told him so.

Move forward, that conversation that day and looking for a gift broke the ice in all kinds of ways. He brings me a gift, a gift card to a local restaurant and says that if I felt like it I could invite him. Oh, so now he is hitting on me. Well he does, and more, and basically he says that he wants us to go out. I ask him if his wife was ok with that and he answered the old standby what she doesn't know can't hurt her. And "oh, by the way, I have always admired you". But now that we are talking he talks up my looks and my grandmother figure and well while he is at it he tells me that the first thing he notices is my cleavage.

He talks me into meeting him and he talks me into riding with him in his new car and he stops at the Drury Inn and says he has a room already and he really wants to get with me, that he has been dreaming about it since we talked at the mall. He is not a man without experience and I find myself on the hotel bed naked with his hands on my breasts and his lips on my nipples and his hand goes down to my thigh and up between my legs and he gets between them and gets in position and he gives me a full court press. The thing is so good that I forget where I am and I have an orgasm, an honest to God real sex orgasm. He withdraws his wet thing and I spend several minutes taking care of it, cleaning it until I feel like putting it in my mouth and sucking him until he is hard.

We spend the afternoon at the motel, looking out the window from the seventh floor at the highway and the restaurant that we had lunch. His penis gets hungry again and after sucking my breasts and feeling me up some more he asks me to get on all fours and he gives me a fucking from behind. I enjoy it, despite the fact that I am too old for that sort of thing, he enjoys and tries hard to cum, but he has to get me back over on my back for that. I get fucked twice that afternoon, and I get to lay naked on the bed with a naked man. After sex I ask him about his girlfriend, the one at work that he bought the earrings for.

He says she is nice, but she never shuts up and she wants to tell him everything and all he wants is what he got that afternoon, some serious fucking. He still sees her and he still takes her out but she is a bit boring to him. I ask him to contrast and compare, face, boobs, hands, blow job, missionary, doggie style, which does he like. He likes me he says, 52 years old and nowhere near as good looking as she is. He wants me, all 178 pounds, big boobs, blonde hair and blue eyes, thick thighs but he wants me instead of her. He knows how to make you feel good.

I get a gift card every once in while, I say thank you and we agree on the time. We go to lunch and enjoy a good time and then we go to the Drury Inn and spend the afternoon. I haven't had this much sex in many years and he swears he hasn't either. He lies, but why not believe him.