In the 50s and early 60s there used to be lots of women’s foundation specialists’ shops that sometimes also sold shoes. In almost most cases they catered for the older plumper/fat ladies. Today, these shops are very thin on the ground. This story is fictional and caters to my fetish for very hairy elderly/mature ladies who wear girdles and have a very high sex drive.

Having sold my last business selling erotic lingerie for the larger mature lady on line, I was looking through the businesses for sale ads and to my utter surprise found this advertisement.
For the connoisseur specialist of old-fashioned traditional service
We are delighted to have for sale a very traditional ladies’ shoe and foundation/lingerie business.
Established for nearly 70 years in a busy London suburb, the owner now wishes to retire and would like to sell the business to a person who enjoys providing a traditional intimate service to a mature cliental. Current turnover is £………. with net profits of £………… Email your interest to …………………….and please include your expertise/ interest in purchasing this business. If you do not hear from the owner within the next 14 working days, you may assume that you do not qualify.

I thought I was a natural shoe-in so to speak, with my expertise of lingerie and mature ladies and so it proved when I received a positive reply inviting me to meet the owner – a guy called Jack. He said it would be best to first meet a local hotel so he could give me some background. I was to go to reception and they would direct me to him.
Jack, it turned out, was a sprightly looking 70-year-old and he made me feel very welcome.

‘Well, take a seat Pete. I asked you here to outline what I am selling. I bought this shop 20 years ago and it was very old fashioned but I must own up to the fact that I was also a randy fucker and it provided a good excuse to handle lovely mature ladies in the flesh.
Well, after a couple of months, some of my ladies -who ranged from early 50s to late 70s – told me in confidence that a lot of their husbands lost interest in them and it was really nice that I made them feel attractive even though they were old and overweight.

From that, I began to provide up close and very personal measuring and they loved it when I gave then orgasms. That in turn lead to providing footwear using the old method of a fitting stool that offered the exhibitionists to show off their nice hairy cunts.
Now, don’t run away with idea that all my customers were like that, the majority weren’t, but it did not take long to find the ones that were.
And as word got around the horny rich biddies in this town, they wanted the full works. Of course, I couldn’t keep up and so hired a couple of young studs who were only too pleased to oblige – for a price which my customers were prepared to pay.

As this went on, I then refitted the shop to cater for a wide variety of client interests. The fitting rooms were enlarged to accommodate a comfy sofa and one with all tiles for the water sports lovers’
‘Really’, I queried, you mean to say, some of you old birds love piss sex’
‘Oh yes, Pete, but not that many maybe 5 or so who are regulars.
‘So, Jack from what you’ve told me, you are really running a lovely part-time high-class brothel for old ladies who want to get their rocks off. And I presume all the takings go through the till legitimately?’

‘You’ve got it Pete. Now you can understand why I can only sell this place to someone who will really enjoy pleasing old ladies in all ways.
He went on to tell me that of the highly sex old birds who visited did so because they got a big kick out of showing their cunts when being measured for shoes which could take up to a hour at a time because they wanted you to finger fuck them, maybe more and talk dirty.

I told Jack that I was very interested as I too adored lovely plump old ladies who wanted to show off and more. So was agreed to meet him at the shop the next day.

From the outside the shop display and signage was attractive but plain and conservative. The only difference was that outsiders could not view inside the reason for which I now know.
Inside however, it was totally different – very plush and inviting. There were the usual rows of shoes and just two fitting stools, a counter and very nice displays of bras, girdles, and an array of knickers.
Jack introduced me to Doreen a matronly and big busted lady who acted as manageress and two young male assistants, one of which was measuring a lady for shoes.

Jack then walked me though the back behind a curtain to the fitting rooms. Two of them were simple cubicles with just a curtain as in any fashion store, the remaining four were his specialist’s rooms as he had outlined to me.
‘Listen’, said Jack.
Coming from behind the locked door I heard the following.

‘Oh Jason, do you think these knickers are too tight, my cunt hair is sprouting all around my crutch’.
‘Your hairy fanny is absolutely lovely Lucy – you know I just adore it. Here let me have a feel.’
Oh, oh, you have such long fingers honey, go on fuck me. Yes, that’s it, ram them all in’.

‘See what I mean’ said Jack. It’s a service all my horny old birds absolutely adore – and keep coming back for more. You seem to be ideal person for this place, Pete. But before, you make a decision, why not work here for a couple of days to see if it is to your liking?’
Thinking it over, I said yes, what granny lover wouldn’t?

Bright eyed and an expectant cock I clocked on at nine the next morning and by 11 had served 3 customers with no action. But then, Doreen came over and introduced me to Mrs Hayes, a tubby lady in her early sixties who for all intents and purposes looked so unlike a horny oldie.
‘Hello, Mrs Hayes, nice to meet you.’
‘Doreen said you might be buying this place and would like to meet the more broadminded type of customer. I’m looking for some new low-heeled dress shoes. Maybe you bring some for me to try on in cubicle 2. Would that be okay?

Doreen winked at me and told me that Joan (Mrs Hayes) was a hard-core exhibitionist and will expect you to murmur words of appreciation about her pussy and how it looks and a she will definitely want you to play with it’. And if she really likes you will expect you to fuck her arse and make her cum by tweaking her clit. Got it’.
After loading up with several boxes of the shoe type she requested, I went into cubicle 2 and saw that she had made herself comfortable. In fact, she looked fucking adorable. With nice smiley chubby face, she had taken off her coat, and was wearing a very low-cut simple shift dress that showed off a nice heavily wrinkled cleavage and with the hem at least 3 inches too short, her nice fat legs.

‘Pete, isn’t it? My name is Joan. Now what have you got for me to try on?’
Sitting on the foot stool, he watched as she pulled up her dress even further. Placing her foot on the stand, she opened her other fat leg revealing her cunt with an enormous salt and pepper bush and as she pulled her dress up further his cock sprung up. For her hair went up to her navel and down into her inner thighs and best of all, into the crack of her shit hole.

‘Well, Pete, do you like what you see?’
Putting my hand over her incredibly soft pubes, I answered: ‘Joan, your cunt hair is so soft and long. I’ve never seen anything like it before.’
‘That’s because I pamper it with conditioner’
Sitting closer to her open wrinkled thighs, she laid back into the chair and slid her shit hole onto the edge and then parted her labia lips revealing her massive clit. It was over an inch long and it looked just like a little dick. I leaned forward and gave it a short suck.
“That’s it sweetie. Keep going please. It feels so good.”

So, I went for it full force. I licked and sucked on her clit till she was thrashing around and screaming that she was going to cum. I kept at it and within another minute she was bucking and moaning. Oh fuck, yes, “I’m cumming Pete, I’m cumming!” With that she really got wet and her juices ran all over my face. She was panting and could hardly catch her breath.

‘Oh boy, you’re good. Now, as a reward you can shoot your cum up my shithole’
After a few days of being thoroughly tired out I could see why lots of young men were employed. Needless to say, I did buy the shop and have a nice group of ladies who I service personally.

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