Mrs Robinson seeks younger men for paid sex

After my husband of 35 years passed away, it felt like I had died with him.
After spending two years on my own, I felt very alone and wanted to meet someone as my husband had said he didn't want me to be lonely if he passed away before me.

At 57 I could hardly throw on my stilettos and mini skirt, and go drinking in bars and clubs so I joined an online dating agency only to find a mass of raging horny men who were either passed it, destitute or just plain weird trying to take advantage of lonely hearts.

Then one day whilst out with having drinks, a friend recommended select escorts to me. I thought it was a ridiculous idea at first to hire companionship. I didn’t think much about it until a month or so later when the same group of friends at the pub invited me to London to see a show and do some shopping for a long weekend.

The friend who had recommended select escorts to me, was doing her own thing and had a separate engagement for the first evening instead of the theatre. She didn’t exactly say what she was doing but made it quite clear she had other arrangements.
That evening our group of golden girls as we prefer to call ourselves all congregated in the hotel reception waiting for our taxi to whisk us off to the restaurant and then onto Drury lane to see ‘les miserable’.

We were all brimming as we looked at each others outfits all hoping we’d successfully outdone the next in the wardrobe department, when all of a sudden the most beautiful specimen of a man finely dressed walked into the reception.
The entire group of weekenders all dropped their jaws and started to blush feeling a little embarrassed hoping that no-one had seen the glint in their eyes, as most of them were married.

All of a sudden our other friend seemed to appear from out of thin air as I was transfixed on the man with curiosity to know who this man was and where he was going.

She walked confidently towards to man and spoke to him on first name terms. He spoke in a gentle voice to gesture her and then the both of them strolled towards the lifts.
The penny dropped he was a select escort; I was gob smacked and envious as hell. All that evening I could not concentrate on anything else my mind was running overtime imagining what they could be getting up to.

The following morning at breakfast before our shopping trip our friend was in the restaurant smiling like a Cheshire cat I could see from her glow she definitely got the cream last night.
A few of the girls made sly remarks but I could tell they like me were plain jealous.

To have a young fit stallion whose job it is to please women with their every desire is the ultimate power trip for any middle aged woman. During the return trip back to the midlands, my friend took me aside pretending to show me the buffett carriage and recommended that I join select and take advantage of a good thing.
Since joining select six months ago I treat myself to a weekend away once a month to see a ‘friend’, and always return brimming from ear to ear like a cheshire cat.

Meow. Mrs Robinson

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