Recently, I made a trip to JC Penney's. I was leaving the store with my purchase when I noticed two young girls approaching the exit door right behind me. I stepped aside and opened the door for them.
One girl was a slender blond wearing a tee shirt that said, "Blonds have more fun," and she wore tight white shorts and sandals. The other girl was a brunette, a little heavier all around. She had on really tight beige slacks and a white blouse. (I learned later that they were 19 and 20, respectively.)
As the blond girl went by me, I know she caught me staring at her tee shirt, which was thin enough so that I could see her nipples pressing against the shirt. When the brunette passed by me, I took a nice long look at her butt.
At the second set of exit doors, the blond waited for her companion to join her. I reached around them to open the outside exit door for them, and the blond glared at me.
"Would you like to take a photo of us on your phone so you can look at it later and play with yourself?" She asked.
"I would, but I'm a widower, I have a severe case of ED, so I could only fantasize."
"Oh," she replied, sympathetically, "I'm sorry."
"That must be pretty frustrating for you," the brunette said.
"Yeah," I replied, "but although I can't perform like I'd like to, I still have oral skills."
"Eww," the blond said with a grimace on her face.
"No, let me explain," I said before they could walk away.
"I love giving girls oral sex, and if they like having orgasms, I can sometimes get dates just to do that."
"But what about your own um, physical needs?" Asked the brunette.
"I don't have any. I can't get an erection, so I just take care of the girl and go home."
"Bullshit," said the blond.
"No, it's true. For instance, right now, I would go somewhere with you and give you both all the oral orgasms you need with no reciprocation necessary. I won't even take off my clothes; there's no need to."
The brunette tapped her friend on the shoulder.
"Chelsea, I'd like to see if he can; I've never had and orgasm from oral sex. Vic, my latest boyfriend, only goes down on me long enough to get me wet enough to do it," said the brunette.
"I've never had an orgasm from sex either, Hannah, but I'm not interested; he's old, like my Dad," Chelsea replied.
"It's not sex, Chelsea, it's just a guy eating us out, it's no big deal."
I stood silently by, trying not to get aroused by the fact that these girls, or at least one of them, was actually considering letting me go down on them. I decided to sweeten the pot.
"Girls, let me suggest this; since you would not be comfortable at my apartment, nor having me at yours, I'll get a nice hotel room, we can have some fun and nobody will tell anybody where we've been or what we've done. We'll keep things on a first name basis. I'm Will."
That seemed to seal the deal with Hannah, and she convinced Chelsea to at least go along. They followed me to the nearest hotel, a Hilton Garden Inn. We were parked near each other and I asked Hannah, who was driving, for her car keys.
"Why" She asked.
"You could drive off and stiff me for the room. Once we are all in the room, I'll give the keys back to you."
Since I was paying for a room just to give them oral sex, it seemed fair to her and she gave me her car keys. Once I had checked in, I returned to the cars and the girls followed me to our room. Once we were all inside the room, I gave Hannah's car keys back to her.