A Mature Woman's Concerns

“To be honest. I really had to dig deep to contact you. I’m worried about being too old and unattractive,” she said.

I feel sad. I think of all the women who’ve stopped themselves from seeing me, a male escort of all things, because they feel that way. What mature woman doesn’t feel that way, at least some of the time, in a world that worships an almost inhuman standard of youthful beauty?

All women, deserve sensual intimacy. That’s what I believe. That’s one of the reasons I do what I do, that and I love women. I love the way they feel deeply. I love their bodies in all their myriad forms. I admire the way they struggle for change, justice or merely survival in a man’s world.

I look at her, and for a brief moment I imagine how a typical narrow-minded man might see her, if he were to notice her at all. She’s in her late 50’s. Her copper hair shows silver roots. Her face has wrinkles.

But that’s not my way. Even in this brightly lit coffee shop I see the beauty of her life experience. I see her courage. She is here, after all, talking to me. I notice the care she has taken in her look. Her simple elegant makeup and how her inquisitive blue eyes perfectly match her sweater. Her hands look soft and strong. I imagine how good they will feel caressing my back.

She notices me noticing her and a shy smile reaches her eyes.

I smile in return. “Please don’t worry. You aren’t unattractive at all. I was actually just noticing some beautiful things about you. I’ll share them if you’re up for a compliment?”

Her smile widens and I see her relax her shoulders a wee bit, “Please do. I haven’t had a compliment from a man in a long time.”

I tell her. A small flush rises to her cheeks when I mention the back caressing. I feel a slight rise in my own heat. Desire.

“Thank you.” She pauses. She’s choosing her next words carefully. “But seriously, look at me, is my nice makeup enough to make you actually want to have sex with me?”

She’s bold, wow, I like her sass. But her question suggests some pleasure limiting beliefs, like getting turned on is dependent on looks, like “sex” means intercourse.

“Oh you definitely don’t have to worry about that! I’m like dry tinder waiting for a spark to set me ablaze. And you’ve got plenty of spark.”

She is definitely blushing now.

I continue, “Just so you know, my number one turn on is knowing a woman desires me. Number two is sensual touch. Neither of those things has anything to do with age or looks.”

“Well I’m still considering if I desire you,” she smiles at the little barb she’s thrown my way. I smile too. “But, what do you mean by sensual touch?”

Gah! Our language around sex and pleasure is so meagre.

I reply, “You know, stuff like caresses, cuddling, making out, massage and breathy whispers in your ear. Anything we can do with our bodies that brings pleasure. Personally, I’d love to feel your luxurious hair draped across my naked chest.”

She blushes again. “Well I could probably flop my hair on your chest. But I’m not sure about those other things. I’ve never had much practice.” There is a distinct frown on her face and genuine look of doubt.

Again I feel sad. So many women have barren intimate lives. “Not a problem, we’ll practice them together. I’m a great teacher and no doubt you’ll be an excellent student,” I flash her a sly smile.

“Hmm that sounds like a class that I might actually enjoy,” she says.

“I’ll make sure we both enjoy it,” I say as I hold her gaze. I feel the heat of Desire beating stronger. “One more thing, when you say “sex” do you mean intercourse?

“Of course. Doesn’t everyone?”

“Most people, sure. I don’t. Sex, for me, includes all of the sensual touch we talked about, plus lots more, like sexy talk, flirting and fantasy play for example. Sadly all of that deliciously sexy stuff gets reduced to the very unsexy word foreplay.”

She pauses to consider this, “That makes sense. But to be perfectly blunt what I’m really worried about is that you won’t be turned on enough to get hard enough for intercourse.”

She is a real straight shooter. I like her.

I pause and smile, “I used to worry about that too. But honestly trying to live up to porn star standards of cock hardness is, ironically, a real boner killer. I’m not a teenager anymore. We could be enjoying amazing sex, and I could be totally turned on and still be soft. If that happens I hope you don’t make it mean that you’re undesirable. You’re not.”

She smiling again. Maybe there’s some realization that we’re both human and finding our way.

I like her and I’m definitely feeling my desire for her in my body, heat and pulsations in my cock especially. I say, “And if I can also be perfectly blunt, judging by the way I’m turned on right now, I’m quite sure we’re going to fuck. If that’s what you want.”

She smiles, “That’s definitely something I want,” she smiles and gives me a searing gaze. I meet it and reach across the table to touch her hand.

It’s warm.