I fked a granny

I was on a work trip to Perth. After finishing work, I sat in my hotel room, drinking my coffee and browsing through the app. I noticed a few ladies online—some a bit older than me. Since I wasn’t from the area and was only there for a day, I messaged everyone I could. I was feeling so naughty.

By the time I finished my coffee, I got a response back. Then another. A warm smile spread across my face. Perth is really quick… at least they respond, I thought to myself.

I’m from NSW. Back home, I’ve messaged plenty of women, and only a few even replied. So I didn’t have any hope when I sent those messages. That was what gave me courage, too—because I was sure nobody would respond.

But Perth surprised me. The first message was from an older woman. The second was a little older than me.

First come, first served. I responded to the first woman—let’s call her Ms. A. She asked for my number immediately. I mean, it was fast. Even though I hesitated, I gave her my number, and she called right away.

She said, “One should introduce themselves and get to know each other by talking. Besides, I’m too old to type and don’t want to spend all day messaging.”

What she said made sense. We talked for a while, and then she said, “Let’s go for a drink.” I didn’t have time to process it. She’s very old. So just a drink, I thought. I hung up and responded to the second message. Let’s call her Ms. B. We chatted for a bit, introduced ourselves, and talked about each other’s profiles. She got intrigued and said she wanted to try it. Since I’d already agreed to meet Ms. A in the evening, I agreed to meet Ms. B afterward.

I got into the shower, thinking about meeting Ms. A. She was much older than me. Maybe she was lonely and wanted someone to take her out for a drink. That meant I could take her out, have a drink or two, return quickly, and then meet Ms. B.

I got ready and went to meet Ms. A. I picked her up from her place, and we went to a pub of her choosing. Even though she was in her seventies, she looked stunning. She was well-dressed for the evening. I didn’t know what to expect, so I had also dressed nicely—like for a fancy dinner.

At the pub, she ordered wine, and I got a beer. We went upstairs. Since it was a weekday, we were the only ones there. We sat and chatted for a while—about this, that, and world peace. She bought another drink, and we continued talking. It was my first time going out with an unknown person so much older than me, so I went with the flow, not hoping for or expecting anything.

While sipping her second drink, she asked about my app profile and the details I’d listed. I gave her a brief overview, and she shared her side as well. By the time she finished her second drink, she said, “I want one more, but I might not be steady after that. Can you support me?” I agreed and got her another. We tried a bit of dancing, then continued talking.

When she finished the third drink, she whispered in my ear, “I want to try your massage. Let’s go to my place.”

Mixed thoughts ran through my mind. Massage? What kind of massage? A regular one or an erotic one? Can she even have an erotic massage? I’m sure she doesn’t mean sex. With all these confused thoughts, we reached her place.

We went inside. She prepared the bed and asked how she should dress for the massage. I told her to dress however she felt comfortable—whatever she wanted.

When I walked in, she was already on the bed, face down, completely naked. I was about to start, but then I remembered my next meeting. To avoid getting oil on my clothes, I asked if I could strip down to my underwear. She nodded, fine with it. So I did, and then I began massaging her back, starting with her shoulders. She had a well-maintained body.

I worked my way down, massaging her glutes and legs. Then I asked her to turn over, and I started on her breasts. I could feel the change as I massaged her nipples. They were the breasts of an older woman, but once I began pressing and circling them, they firmed up a little. I loved the sensation, so I lingered there longer than planned. Soon, I heard soft moans escaping her. The sound grew, coaxing me to spend even more time on her chest. Naughty thoughts crept in. I licked one nipple. A deep, throaty sound answered me. I asked if I could continue, and she said yes. This was a whole new experience for me. I stood at a crossroads—I couldn't proceed the way I normally would, given her age, but I couldn’t stop either. So I kept licking her nipples, teasing them with light bites.

Then I felt her hand on my thigh. Something came over me, and I shifted closer to her head. Her fingers grazed my hard cock through the fabric of my underwear. She pressed, explored, and then tried to reach inside from the side. I pulled down my underwear to give her access. I must have lost my mind—there I was, naked in front of an older woman, her hand wrapped around my stiff cock, stroking it like an expert, yet with the enthusiasm of someone who hadn’t touched one in years. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I let her take the lead. Let her play today, I thought. If I move too much, I might hurt her. Better she does what she wants, and I just enjoy it.

Moments passed, and she brought my cock to her mouth. She kissed the tip, teased it with her tongue, then took it in and started sucking. It felt like heaven. So smooth. I guessed she must have removed her dentures—that would explain the silky glide. She went on for a while, and I thought, What now?

She asked me to lie down, and I did. She climbed on top of me, lowering herself slowly onto my hard cock. Then she began to rock her hips—slow and steady. It was one of those sweet, unhurried moments. No rush, no deep pounding. Just a gentle rhythm, savoring every inch. She paused, then surprised me by licking my entire body, from chest to stomach. After that, she resumed riding me. Eventually, I came inside her. I think she finished too—I couldn't really tell. We lay there for a while, then freshened up. I said my goodbyes and left to meet Ms. B.