This is a re write of an older story of mine. Enjoy!
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I leaned against a wood paneled wall of the up scale bar, waiting for the band to start playing. At 41, I felt out of place here but a good friend of mine played drums for the group featured tonight and I had agreed to see them on their opening night. I was standing on a raised foot rail, about 6" off the ground, and along with my 6'-1" height, I had a good view of the stage area. As I scanned the crowd of twenty-somethings I was saddened to see so many young ladies in short skirts and tiny dresses yet not one was wearing hose. I shook my head and took a sip of my Morgan's and coke, that's when I saw her.
Like me she was older than most of the people in here, probably in her mid forties. She looked to be about 5'-8", not including her heels, with nice curves all around. Her outfit is what caught my eye though. She wore a tight black spandex top that was straining to contain her nice round C cup breasts however I could tell she wasn't wearing a seeing how her nipples threatened to pierce the clingy material. Her red cotton and black lace trimmed skirt fell a few inches above her knees. Then there were those magnificent legs, nice and shapely incased in semi-sheer black nylon. My eyes followed those lovely curves down to her red four inch open toed pumps. When I managed to tear my eyes from her legs I could see her looking right at me.
Busted! I stepped off my perch and watched as she seemed to glide toward me, her moves were hypnotizing. If I didn't have a woody before, I did now! The lights suddenly dimmed and the crowd erupted as the band hit the stage. She said something just before she got to me but the crowd drowned her out.
"What was that?" I said leaning toward her.
"Do you like my outfit?"
"Absolutely!" Was she kidding? She's the hottest lady I have seen here so far!
"What do you like best?" She asked with a seductive smile.
"I'd say it's all good but I'm a leg man at heart so I'll go with the hose and heels."
She placed her left foot up on a chair in front of me, running her hands up her sexy leg, from ankle to thigh.
She smiled and said, "I love wearing hose to get reactions like this from guys."
With that said she ran a hand across the front of my jeans and squeezed the prominent bulge there. Her heels put us almost eye to eye and she leaned in to whisper in my ear.
I looked around but no one was paying any attention to us, they were transfixed on the stage.
"I have a secret," she purred, "I'm not wearing any panties and these hose are crotchless."
She then nipped my ear and pressed her lips to mine stabbing her tongue into my mouth. I kissed back as our tongues wrestled. Her right hand kneaded my hard cock through my jeans with more enthusiasm as her left leg wrapped around my hip. I was in heaven.
"This must be uncomfortable," she said squeezing my rigid member again.
She unzipped my pants and freed my cock from its restrictive confinement. I just moaned. My right hand slide along her left leg feeling those incredibly soft nylons. As my hand reached her pussy, she let out a gasp and kissed me again. She wasn't kidding, there was nothing between my hand and her smooth warm sex. Her hand moved up and down my cock with long slow gentle strokes. My index finger found her swollen clit and lightly circled it. Her hips began to rock to my motions. I let my finger slide down her moist cleft, feeling her lips part as it went farther. I withdrew it back to her clit and continued circling her throbbing love bud.
"You're making me so fucking wet!" she growled.
I kissed her cheek, her neck, and her shoulder then ran my tongue back up to her ear lobe and nibbled it.
"Turn around," I whispered.
She did as I asked, flipping her skirt up then pressing her beautiful hosed ass against me. Trapping my cock in a nylon hammock between her ass cheeks, she rocked her hips back and forth in time with the music. It felt amazing. I moved my right hand up her thigh to her wet pussy. My fingers went to work on her moist folds. My left hand cupped one of her firm breasts and I rolled the erect nipple between my thumb and fore finger. Her hip movements increased with more urgency. I slide down the wall a few inches, allowing my cock to move under her dripping lips. She clamped her thighs around my hard on and it glided along her slit. The juices flowing from her coated the shaft as the head brushed the nub of her clit. She ground her hips back and forth against me, grunting each time the crown of my cock scrapped her throbbing clit. I moved down the wall again and felt my cock moving back along her drooling pussy. When the head reached he wet opening I thrust upward almost lifting her out of her shoes.
"OH Fuck!" she screamed but her voice was lost in the din of the crowd.
I held her there for a few moments as we both enjoyed our union. Her pussy clamped down on my shaft and we moaned in unison. I then thrust into her in time with the music. Her hips met my thrusts with increasing force. The velvety grip of her pussy was incredible. Squeezing and releasing, clenching and relaxing with every movement I made. My hands continued to stimulate her breast and clit as I increased the speed that I pumped my cock into her.
Her movements became erratic then she began to shudder. The muscles of her pussy clamped down on my rod as her orgasm crashed over her. I could feel the heat increasing inside her as the juices flowed out. I couldn't take any more and I shot my cum deep inside her. Her pussy milked my cock for every last drop. But even after my orgasm subsided, she continued to clamp her vaginal muscles around my cock. I was drained.
Suddenly she pulled off me, leaving my drenched cock swinging in the breeze. I fumbled trying to cover myself and stuff it back into my pants before someone noticed. She kissed me on the lips and put something in my shirt pocket. I was stunned for a moment then went back to wrestling my semi hard cock back into my jeans. When I finally succeeded I looked up and she was gone.
"Shit!" I exclaimed.
I looked around for her but she was lost in the sea of bodies. I hung my head thinking to myself I missed a great opportunity for an amazing night. I put my hand in my pocket and retrieved the napkin she put there. I pulled it from my pocket and it read:
S1001
signed with a "C" and a heart. 'When did she have time to write a note,' I wondered. It was then I noticed that the napkin wasn't from this bar. It was from the five star hotel across the street. I smiled and thought, 'It looks like it's going to be a great night after all. She must have wrote it before coming here in search of a playmate.'
I headed toward the bar to pay my tab. It took a few minutes to wade through the crowd and several more to settle up before exiting the building. Crossing the busy street, I entered the hotel lobby. It was lavish with plush furnishings and elaborate decorations throughout. The first elevator I entered didn't go to the tenth floor, neither did the one next to it. I was beginning to feel I'd been had by a beautiful woman so I asked a bell man how to get to Suite 1001. He directed me to a set of ornate glass doors that led to another elevator that went up to the Suite levels. The elevator ride to the tenth floor seemed to take forever. I stepped off into a short hall way branching right and left. The bell man said go right to find the suite I was looking for. At the end of the hall I stood in front of a large set of double doors. 'Suite 1001, this was the place,' I thought knocking firmly. In moments the door opened and there she was wrapped in a soft cotton robe, drying her hair with a towel.
"I was beginning to think you weren't coming," she said with a devilish smile.
"Sorry, I made a wrong turn in the elevator."
"Get in here," she laughed.
I walked into a room larger than many peoples houses. It too had an extravagant décor with fine antique furniture, lush area rugs, expensive paintings and other pieces of art.
"Wow, nice place. You come here often?" I asked as I walked around the spacious room.
"I'm indulging myself for a weekend. Is that ok with you?"
"Hey, it's great. I think people should indulge in whatever makes them happy."
When I looked back at her she was staring at my pants, grinning. "What?"
"I think you might want to take a shower," she said nodding at my crotch. Looking down I noticed the large wet spot.
I nodded and headed to the bathroom. It to was impressive, Jacuzzi tub for at least four, a shower equally roomy and mirrors from floor to ceiling. I showered in record time, anticipating what was to come next. As I toweled off I re-entered the bed room. I hadn't paid much attention on my way to get cleaned up but I stopped now to take in the view. Like every other part of this suite, it was breathtaking. The bed was enormous with large twisting columns at its corners, a thick comforter partially turned back, revealing the ridiculously high thread count Egyptian cotton sheets as well as a small mountain of pillows in different shapes and sizes stacked against a carved teak wood head board. One could imagine being able to play a good game of rugby on this bed.
"Make yourself comfortable," hearing her voice coming from the living room.
I lay down on the bed feeling the coolness of the expensive linens on my skin. I closed my eyes and relaxed.
I heard the clicking of her heels on the marble floor and the unmistakable swish of nylon as she walked into the room. My eyes opened to a lovely sight. She had her red heels back on but that was the only part of her 'bar outfit' she was wearing other than her nylons and now a sheer black nighty. She looked amazing.
She handed me a glass of Champaign then touched her glass to mine and said, "Cheers!"
