From the very first feelings I had about my sexuality I realised I had a strange fetish toward older men, the fatter, the hairier the sweatier the bet...er, well within reason but I understood this fetish very well so much so that I avoided almost all contact with people my own age or younger than me in any sexual manner it was something that didn't turn me on at all and was definitely out of my comfort zone unless I was extremely desperate, so this particular day was a Saturday morning and I was. I could almost feel myself pouting there as I waited for Gary.As I sat, I noticed that the men in the crowd would glance my way, some longer than others. One young fellow was so distracted he slammed right into the street lamppost just to the left of the bench I was sitting on. He tried to recover gracefully but, when I started giggling at him, he made an embarrassed and hasty exit. But no one stopped to talk to me and I would have thought that a pretty girl would have attracted a bit more. I let that slide because i call girls ugly all the time but then she sees a picture of my friend Angela and said she's cute, she likes girls? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I snatched my phone away and hadn't talked to her for weeks. When I went home l that night I couldn't think bout anything but her. I knew it was wrong. I needed to feel her tongue all over me and that started me wanting my boyfriend to eat my pussy. Before that day i was content with him not wanting to and even not. I went into her spare bedroom and got ready. I stripped naked, leaving only the pumps and the thigh highs on. I put my clothes in the closet in that room, so in case our guy came into the room, he'd have no suspicions that anyone else was in the apartment. I looked at myself in the dresser mirror. Steven was right, I was a babe! Not bad for a 46 year old woman! Not skinny, but certainly not fat. Voluptuous, or "zophtig" to use an old term. Curves in all the right places and breasts that some.