By Rajah Dodger (c) 2017
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Nelson walked out of midnight karaoke at the strip club, forty dollars lighter, buzzed, and horny. After two wrong turns in the parking lot, he found the right Prius and made the drive to his hotel without incident. Once he was in his hotel room, though, he still had the problem of being horny. Time to fire up the computer and check out some porn.
On a whim, he did a web search for escorts. To his surprise, there were three different websites just for escorts in this one city. Adjusting his crotch, he reflected that he could have skipped the strip club. Two of the sites were membership only, but the third one offered review highlights for free and had over five years of reviews on line. Nelson settled into the chair and registered for a free account. Once logged in, he saw a section for "providers" who offered "late night specials". His eyes lit up and he started reading in earnest.
The locations weren't given in specific terms, and Nelson wasn't familiar with the city, so he opened up Google Maps and then picked out three listings of providers who looked to be within a reasonable driving distance. After a bit of fumbling with the website's messaging system, he sent off near-identical requests to all three women, apologizing for the lateness of his request and also asking whether they offered a discount to senior citizens. Hey, it was worth a try - at worst he'd wind up jerking off and going right to bed.
Much to his surprise, two of the three providers responded. One of them - Mireille - offered him a discount for writing a review and also a senior discount, so he quickly agreed to her terms for an hour of her time. After getting clear directions, he went to find his car and hit the road. The drive wasn't too bad - there really wasn't a whole lot of traffic on the main roads - and once he got to her neighborhood he could go as slowly as he wanted without attracting attention. Eventually he found the right street and slowly pulled up into the driveway of a duplex. The left-hand door had a dim yellow lightbulb and the Mickey Mouse placard she had specified, so Nelson went there to knock softly.
The entry of the duplex was in shadow; the door opened a crack and a soft voice inquired "Yes?" He responded as they had agreed, "Prince of the City, at your service." It sounded awfully silly at two in the morning on a strange porch, but it got him in the front door.
Inside - well, she could have used a maid service. If a woman could be a bachelor, he thought, this is what her house would look like. However, when Mireille closed the door and turned to face Nelson fully, his criticisms dissolved and floated away. She had that kind of mature beauty that transcends age, and the curves barely hidden by her peach-colored robe promised to keep Nelson awake as long as he had stamina. Red-faced when he realized he'd been just staring, Nelson reached into his jacket pocket and handed over an envelope with the agreed amount. Mireille put the envelope into a cabinet drawer without bothering to open and check it.
"Call me Miri," she told him, and they sat together on the living room couch, her right leg crossed over the left, one bare foot bobbing. Miri gently drew out of Nelson his likes and dislikes, what he was doing in town, and how he found himself looking for companionship after midnight. For his part, while he answered her questions without particular thought, Nelson marveled at the aura surrounding Miri. His cock had risen to full erection shortly after entering her house and it showed no signs of letting up, pulsing almost in time with the bouncing of her foot.
Miri leaned toward Nelson, her robe puckering and presenting soft deep cleavage, and slid cool fingers around the back of his neck while she merged her lips with his. The kiss was slow, intimate, almost too much for Nelson to take as his head whirled. Her other hand found his lap, tracing the outline of his erection, and he bucked against her. She broke the kiss, smiled, and purred into his ear. "Someone's hungry, and Mama Miri needs to be fed too. Stand up for me, Nelson."
It seemed to take forever. It seemed no time at all. Soon Nelson was naked, grey chest hair on display, his erection proud and urgent as Miri's fingers danced around and beneath it, her breath warm and moist as she kissed each of his rudimentary nipples. His hands rested at his sides, fingers twitching, as she continued to inch slowly down his chest and stomach. Nelson's cock jerked, a thick droplet clinging to the tip.
