"I'm sorry, I can't do this. You're just too young."
"Too young? Really?"
"I'm sorry. You seem nice. Maybe under other circumstances. But it just wouldn't feel right."
She sighed. Our webcams were both on, and even though I could only see her face, I couldn't deny that I wanted to see more. Was she really naked from the waist up? There was a tantalizing hint that she might be. I could feel my cock stirring. Damn....
An idea popped into my head. I jumped up and asked her to stay online, that I'd be back in a minute. She laughed and said she'd stay.
I rushed back as quickly as I could, and sat down in front of my webcam. She looked at me, did a double-take, and laughed out loud. A quick application of talcum powder in my hair made my black hair mostly white. I had a pair of thick glasses on, and I made my voice quaver when I spoke.
"I'm sorry, my dear. I just sent my whippersnapper son to his room. The idiot thought your ad looking for a mature man meant him. I knew all along you were really looking for someone more like me."
It was my only chance. She smiled, which was a good sign - and didn't log off, which was an even better sign. But she still looked doubtful. I told myself to stay in character...keep her smiling.
"Don't worry, dear, I'm as old as Methuselah." And that's exactly how old I felt looking at her. But if she wanted to show her sweet little body off to an old man, I'd try my best to be that old man.
"Now be a sweetheart and move your webcam down."
She paused. Then finally, "Okay. We can both pretend you're the mature man I advertised for." She slowly panned down. Holy smokes...she was stunning...perfect.
I panned down with my webcam. She looked, then stopped and frowned.
"That's not an old man's cock." Poof, she was gone.
Goddammit. Ah well, the vision of her hot little body was burned into my brain.