Casual sex

I’m 75 years old so there’s really no such thing as casual sex. However, I’ve not been able to go to a strip club in a year, have finally broken the tie that bound me to my ATF, and have only ventured beyond the grocery store for dire emergencies. But I’ve now been fully immunized for a month and started feeling as if I might enjoy some female company.
I carefully reviewed each web site claiming to have beautiful young women eager to jump on the bones of an old man, and took the time for some critical reading. My first observation: a lot of these “escorts” had put on the proverbial “pandemic 20” lbs. (or more). Lots of big girls and that’s never been an attribute of my choosing. So I began a process of elimination. It wasn’t too long until I found the perfect candidate - 26 year old blond - 5’6” tall, 120 lbs., a photo of a very attractive woman wearing a thong and nothing else. She had placed her right arm strategically across her chest, implying a level of modesty missing from many others.
So after narrowing my list with her at the top I called the number printed in the ad. She answered and I first asked if I’d reached the woman on the web site I’d chosen? Yes, it was her. Yes she was willing to come to my house. Yes she was available for the time I chose. “ I charge $200 an hour. How much time do you want?” I asked her to plan on 90 minutes with me - $300. That’s fine she said but “I do require 50% to be paid up front”. I ran through my list of reasons why I don’t like paying before the act and she, very logically described men who get cold feet, college boys who giggle, and police who ensnare. I agreed, sent her $150 via a popular money transfer. She called, confirmed that she received it and then said, “Now I need $100 for condoms, lube, and massage oil.” No I said. I have all of those things and if it’s your intention to rip me off, I’ll just end it now and write the $150 off to experience. “She pleaded, please; the service I work for insists..... Forget it I said and hung up. That was 5 days ago. Today I got a text message from her : “Still interested?” I wrote back and she’s agreed to play by my rules (as far as payment goes). Now we’ll see how the rest of it goes.
It’s been over a decade since I hired as escort. For almost 10 years I had a job where I traveled and I would usually check into a hotel, pull out the copy of that city’s yellow pages and turn to the section after engineering - escorts. I’m looking forward to seeing how today’s professionals stack up.