Surrogate Grandpa

I'm writing this because I saw a story here about a girl who had sex with an older man. There was a comment to it that stated that nobody would ever really want sex with an old man. This is definitely not true at all. Here is my own true story about sex with an older man.

First I'll tell a little about myself. I'm 22 years old and a female. I was born in Lithuania and was adopted by an American family when I was 2. That's all I really know about that portion of my life. Physically I'm 5'2 and my weight stays around 115 or so pounds. I have shoulder length dark blonde hair and blue eyes. I have self esteem issues and insecurity but people tell me that I am pretty.

This all began early last summer when I was home from college for a couple of months. Being back home with family was nice but I was kind of bored and kind of lonely. I only had a couple of real friends from high school and they were all gone. After a week of being home I was kind of done with spending all of my time with family. I am not much of a drinker and don't care for bars or clubs so instead I decided to try to meet someone from a dating site. Having used them before I knew what to expect.

So I made my profile, told some details about me, uploaded some photos and then submitted it all. I spent some time looking at some of the guys' profiles and eventually got bored. They all seemed to be the same. After a few hours I began to get alerts telling me about new messages. There were already 7 new messages. The first six that I saw were exactly what I was expecting. Two just asked straight out if I wanted to fuck, two more were nothing but dick pics, and two of them seemed to know less English than I did, judging from their grammar and spelling. That's a joke, btw. My English is fine and I know nothing about Lithuanian or Russian.

But the seventh one was different. Yes, he was older. I didn't just immediately discount him and instead read what he had to say. His message to me was more than just the usual paragraph or less. His info said that he was 61 and widowed. The words that he wrote told me more. I got that he was lonely even though he didn't straight out say that. He said that he wrote to me fully expecting to not hear back from me but that he just wanted to say that I seemed very nice and that he thought I was pretty. Not in those exact words, of course but that's what his message essentially said. I thought about it and I looked at his photo. I could see that as a younger man he would have been attractive. And he seemed so friendly. I wrote back.

We exchanged a few messages. I began the endeavor hoping to find someone fairly interesting with the hopes that I would find someone to keep me company and hopefully sexually satisfied until I went back to school. After a few messages I no longer cared about that and just enjoyed our exchanges. No, I never even thought about him as a sexual possibility. That first evening of messages led to a phone conversation. He was so nice to talk with. A fun sense of humor and well spoken made it a very nice conversation. Short story, he asked me if I wanted to meet and I said yes.

The next night was Friday and we had plans to meet in the park. I thought it was safe enough as it was a public place and I didn't want to have to explain myself if I saw someone that I know, as opposed to going out to a bar or some place (kind of a small town). I dressed casually in shorts and a v-neck pink top. That's how I met Stanley.

When I first saw him I knew immediately that the picture I had seen was not recent. His voice told me that it was definitely him, though. We sat and talked for a while and eventually I asked him how old he really was. He confessed that he was 73 and only lied because he thought I would not be interested in him at all if I knew his real age. I didn't let that bother me though. He was just as friendly and funny in person as he had been on the phone.

I should take this moment to describe Stanley. Just as his profile had said he was a tall man, much bigger than me. He had a definite dad bod. He had less hair than in the picture and it was all gray now. In our conversation I learned that he had been widowed for 18 years and had lived alone since. His wife was the only woman he had ever been with. Before he retired he had worked for a small trucking company in the office. He was a deacon in the local Baptist church and had been for quite a long time. When I asked about his kids and grandkids he said that they were all moved away and that he rarely saw any of them.

Anyway, that's how our evening went. Eventually it was getting near sundown and the mosquitoes were becoming an issue so we made plans to meet again the next night and I went home. It was honestly an enjoyable evening.

The next night the plan was for me to go to his house. I was looking forward to it as he was very nice to talk to and I liked his sense of humor. I took a bath, did my hair and makeup and decided on a pretty sundress to wear, one of my favorites. In warm months I love to wear them. I don't like to wear a bra (I'm just a B cup so I can get away with not wearing one) and a sundress is a great excuse to not wear one. This one is above my knees and the the front dips low but also has straps over the shoulders. Revealing but not slutty.

I had the address so off I went. His house was small but nice and in a clean part of town. I got there and he met me at the door. He seemed so happy to see me as he invited me inside. I got the tour, he offered me some iced tea and we went and sat on his couch to talk more. He told me more about his life, including about his wife and what she had been like. I confessed that he reminded me of my grandpa (adopted), which he really did. Thankfully he was not insulted but instead just asked more about him.

I told him about how my adopted grandma hated me. She really did. My grandpa had met her when he was serving in Germany. She had been born in Poland and had somehow gotten to Germany. My guess was that she hated me because I was Lithuanian. When I mentioned that to Stanley he said that there was probably some bad blood, cross border cold war stuff going on with her. Anyway my grandpa was always very sweet to me. When my grandma would be a bitch to me grandpa was always there for me to cry to.

Stanley was very interested in it all so I asked if he wanted to see photos of them. I went to my car and got my ipad. Back inside we sat again so I could page through my photos. I slid over next to him and we shared the screen. One of my photos was an old one of my grandma, so she was pretty young in it. Stanley commented on how even young she looked like a bitch. At this I just laughed and kind of snuggled over against him. I showed him more pics and he put an arm around me. It felt really nice.

So we sat and talked for a while like that. I was leaning into and against him and he had an arm around me as we talked. He shifted a little and then his hand was on my bare shoulder. I didn't mind. His hand was so warm and felt firm. We kept talking and eventually he began little caressing movements. I definitely noticed but I tried to keep talking like it was nothing. At this point I'm still cuddled up against him as it's all happening. The caressing motions went farther up my shoulder and I soon figured out that he was trying to move the strap of my dress. Of course I knew that he was trying to to adjust my dress top. I knew that he could probably see right into my dress at that angle. I was getting turned on by the skin contact and also knowing that there was a chance that he could see my nipple. I didn't move or stop him. I just stayed in that position and eventually I just stopped talking. I just stayed still and let him continue. I knew how I was enjoying it but I also wondered about him. How long had it been for him?

The hand on my shoulder eventually went down my arm. I didn't stop him when it moved off of my arm and was then caressing my very hard nipple. I didn't stop him at all and let him have everything that he wanted.

Stanley was a very attentive lover. I believe him when he said that his wife had been the only sex he'd ever had but he definitely knew what to do with me. He loved to suck on my nipples and seemed to know exactly what to do with his fingers. He asked nothing of me and only wanted to please me.

The first time (each time) was incredible. It was always missionary with him but I loved it that way. When Stanley fucked me his big, warm body would be pushing me down into the bed but not so much that it was uncomfortable. He penis was longer than average and when he would stroke in and out of me slowly it was truly incredible. None of the hyper, spastic motions of younger men, Just the slow steady motions of someone who really cared and wanted me to enjoy it.

I remember the first time with him so well. He was on me, in me, and I was so lost in it all. I was already close to an orgasm as he was fucking me that I was very surprised when he came inside me. It immediately set me off and I had my own huge orgasm. You know, we never even discussed it. Stanley would fuck me and cum inside me and I loved it. I use bc so it wasn't an issue anyway, it's just that most guys my own age either wear a condom or cum on me or in my mouth.

So that was my summer last year. From June until August we carried on our secret until I had to go back to school. Sadly, he passed in early October. I won't lie, I was a mess when I heard. I went to his funeral and tried to keep it together so nobody would question who I was or why I was weeping my eyes out.

So that's my story.

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