I've always had a strong attraction to Milfs, unlike girls my age they have a beautiful seasoned flavor surrounding them. Looking for the perfect Milf branched out to sites that specialize in meeting older women. Now my idea of who qualifies as perfection may differ than others, it just comes back to taste; no one is right or wrong, opinionated on flavors of age. Everyone seems to want money; I get it, and takes cash to run sites, so payed to get the most bang so to speak.

 

The profile asked many diverts questions, which answered truthfully, and to the best of my ability. Then it came to profile pic. I decided to go verified, felt foolish holding a sign in the mirror but approached the situation as if sending out a resume. I have to admit was surprised at the response, but again most were unverified, and wanted pictures. So I again changed my profile to verify only, hitting pay dirt we'll call her Dorothy. Her picture was in a light yellow sundress, from the cleavage amply endowed, holding her little sign, like myself no face. Simple message "Interested" I wish, I could tell you my response was witty, clever, or even humorist, but no! My answer was "Me to", not poetic, proper grammar out the door. That was on Monday, every few hours after that checked my mail, nothing from her, I really started kicking myself over "Me too" by the way correct grammar. Come Thursday received a message "I'll be on Friday, 6pm don't make me wait" That kind of pissed me off, but have to confess out of curiosity logged on at 5:45 pm but need to back track have gotten ahead of myself.

 

Her profile stated she was born in 1969 no month so without using fingers put her at 45 or 46 depending on the month. Height 5'5" shorter than me, weight 138, auburn hair, Dorothy's joining date was 1/23/16. Her occupation was stated as Office working, meaning who knows? Negative, in the section devoted to what ones looking for was written "No casual sex" what's meant by that? I am honest, joined to be with my 1st Milf, not what I'd call encouraging. Friday she messages me, we send a few back and forth, and then tells me to go to chat, and she'll invite me into a private room, I'm clueless, but do as instructed. This message pops up with an invite so naturally hit yes right. Only problem it wasn't her, another one pops up I press yes again this time it's her. Now theirs 3 of us in the room, Dorothy types "What the hell u doing" I respond saying something lame, she then informs me it wasn't for me. They fuss for a moment, I took the opportunity to look at the others profile, and she put it in an interesting way! The other woman left, Dorothy and I chatted for a bit, and then asked me to turn on my cam, and she would too. In my judgement, she was a beauty, auburn hair falling to her shoulders; little laugh lines around her eyes. She told me others could see the cams, but not our discussion. If I get invites answer no. We talked till around 9pm, she was about 2 hours away but would meet me half way, gave me an address, and said "Sign out now" Things could go good or bad at this moment.

 

I ride a motorcycle, when needing a car borrows moms, but this late she'd have a fit, and frankly it hard to impress a woman with an old bike. Roll the dice and hope for the best, right? Then the next question how does one dress? I'm a blue jean and flannel kind of man, so went with what I know. The meeting place was a Denny's, guess lots of people just in case I was a weirdo. Arriving went inside; the waitress asked me 1 person, said was meeting someone here, spying Dorothy went to her table. I was embarrassed when her 1st request was to see my ID, before sitting. After exchanging polite pleasantry, she informed me she wasn't interested in casual sex. My thoughts; here it comes I just wasted my Friday night. To my surprise she informed me she was looking for a cub, and then asked if I understood what that was, like I was a moron. OK I'll admit seven months ago no, I was intrigued yet a touch embarrassed at the whole idea. Dorothy expressed what she expected from her cub, picked the check up, saying she'd contact me for a date, then just left.