Here I was, a thirty-eight year old woman, no male companion in my life, no children and definitely nothing in the works.
(Or so I thought)
I had given up everything to get where I was. A successful career woman with an important job that paid 'big bucks'. I'm not complaining, by any means, but sometimes I wondered what it would be like being a stay at home mom, living in a nice little house in suburbia with two and a half children and a handsome hubby to take care of me.
My name is Marla and at thirty-eight I still had my youthful shape as most women that don't have any children. 36"-c's, 23" waist to 35" hips. My bottom is rather large, but I'm told it's just perfect. I stand 5' 8" and weigh in at 130 lbs. I have short sandy blonde hair and very large blue eyes. I have never had much trouble finding male partners when the need arises.
Once, when I was out of town on business, the need arose. Being on the road can be very lonely sometimes and I just needed a man to cuddle with. I had eaten dinner alone and decided that tonight I would find someone to take away the boredom and relieve some of the stress that had been building up since the last time.
I went to my room after dinner and took a long hot shower. As the water caressed my body I could feel the excitement building with the anticipation of being with a man. After I showered I put on some sexy clothes that I had brought just for this occasion. I wore a black thong that undid at the side, a hot black lace demi-bra, strapless, and a short black, low-cut skirt that would rise above my crotch if I raised my arms.
I put on much too much make-up and wore my hair up. I looked in the mirror at the slut that I had become. Some lucky guy was going to get all that he could handle, maybe more.
As I walked into the little bar in the hotel I could feel all of the males checking me out. I looked around the bar to see if there was anyone of any interest. Most of the males were young enough to be my son, if I had one. 'I was not looking for a May-December kind of affair', I thought to myself. I was just about ready to give up and go elsewhere when I spotted an older gentleman sitting in the corner by himself. He was sipping his beer and occasionally he would sing along with the music to himself. He was late forties, salt & pepper hair, a cute little moustache and was in very good shape. 'Must work out,' I thought.
I sat at the bar and asked the bartender to send over what ever it was that he was drinking and ordered a
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