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::: My Last Hot Flirt Session :::

I used to be a bellman at a small yet upscale hotel.

One day a lady my age and her close-to-ninety year old mother checked in and I grabbed their luggage and was leading them to their upstairs room.

As we approached the stairs the mother asked me if we had an elevator.

We didn't and I said, " Ma'am, I am the elevator."

This elderly woman paused and a big, false teeth flashing grin swept across her wrinkly face and she said to me " you're the best damn lookin' elevator I've ever seen."

I chuckled cringingly (hehe) but as we continued on I noticed this older lady constantly gazing at me amorously with her mouth agape the whole time. I sat down their luggage and hung their clothes and quickly scampered out the door. Forget the tip.

After getting back to my station I cupped my hands over my face, took a deep breath and shuddered trying to shake off this somewhat embarrassing "smiling granny" make that was just put on me.

Later on in the evening as I was walking by a table in our dimly lighted lounge area something bony and stabbing shot out and latched on to my leg and pulled me into an empty seat.

It was the horny skeleton hand of this senior seductress mother I had helped earlier in the day!

Only now she meant business.

She was quite lit, slightly drooling, and seemed even less inhibited than before ! She had a hungry wildcat look in her wincingly bad-make-up-job eyes, flared nostrils and her smeared, bright red lipstick lips were drawn back in a vampirish ready to bite way!

She leered at me lustfully for several seconds before knocking back something that made her stiffen and cough. She then raspily growled (though surprisingly sexily I must admit ) " You're sitting down with me honey."

I sat and stared in stunned silnce at this woman's almost centarian nympho boldness and her massively craggy, overly powdered,  ghastly white face.

This lascivious old vixen then lessened her death grip and began caressing my thigh and moving her skeletal fingers closer to my loins. Despite my mental revulsion my manhood seemed to have an "age blind" mind of it's own and I ... I realized ... I was actually starting to get turned on! EWW GAD !

"Oh No...No, this is sick” I thought desperately to myself. "This can't be happening...it's got to be a bad dream!"

This antique coquette then started pursing her lips and half closed her rolled back eyes ( mine were as wide as saucers ) in what appeared to be a pitifully sad attempt to recreate a long ago remembered sultry sexy face ... all the while closing in on my swelling glans with her carnally craving claw when suddenly... her daughter burst onto this twisted torrid tryst scene with a ferociously angry glare ! The daughter raged at her mom " Mother, you're disgusting!"

I sprang up in shock and when the daughter fixed her fuming "and YOU !" look on me I stuttered and stammered " "I ...uh...uh ..I have to go the bathroom! "

I began running spastically down deserted halls looking for a dark housekeeping closet to hide out in until my shift ended, thinking "why?" "why me God?" and "how did this happen?" I eventually slinked out the back way and swerving in and out of traffic raced home to ingest the most powerful drug or cleaning chemical I could find to lobotomize that part of my brain that might remember this sordid sexual-self-image threatening nightmare I had just been through.

But now years later I realized what a gift this elderly lady had given me. I hadn't had anyone flirt with me for 20 years previous and I also knew I would never be hit on again. I don't exactly have wet dreams reminiscing about this event (except when I fantasize that it was really Jane Fonda doing this to me) but I now appreciate this aging woman's courageous show of affection rather than feel repulsed or threatened by it.

Written by: ~ Joe Bauer

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