"Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday to Me."
Tomorrow's my big 5-0, and I'm going with a sexy theme.
I've been widowed for 5 years. My late husband was awesome, but our sex life was pretty plain. To be honest, I had become very vanilla too.
My best friend Eve and I had a conversation about 6 months after Kirk passed away.
I'll always remember her saying, "Gillian, if you want to spice up your sex life, you've got to be daring, super daring."
Together we came up with a get laid game plan for me that has turned into humongously bold. I've done this so many times over the past few years and the results have been awesome.
It works something like this. If you don't ask, you won't get it. Be open to everything (at least once) and enjoy every second.
The result, I've been fucked and have had more spine-tingling orgasms than I can count. I've gotten twisted up in all sorts of positions, got fucked on beds, couches, tables, toilets, back seats of cars, balconies, docks, boats, hot tubs, saunas, and in the ocean. Done kinky things that Kirk and I never did. I've been fucked in the ass, tied up and spanked. I've had cum shot all over my body, hair, face, tits, belly, and ass. I've had MFM and FMF threesomes. Not only that, but I've had men cum on me while I masturbated, and I even fucked a man while his wife watched while masturbating. I've used every toy imaginable. I now have a dedicated space in my walk-in closet.
I've loved every moment of my new sex life.
I masturbate all the time now. I hardly ever masturbated when Kirk was around.
My plan for tomorrow evening is this; afternoon masturbation session in my tub, followed by dinner at the Empire Hotel Restaurant and Bar (more about that later) and a trip up to the room with a lucky man (or two) that I've booked to fulfill all my birthday wishes.
The next day...
I've got a nice warm bath ready with music playing, candles lit, and bubbles everywhere. I love soaking and getting off in the bath. I start by getting naked and looking at my body in the mirror. I might be 50, but aging has been good to me. I have shoulder-length curly blonde hair, with just a few gray hairs. My face is still smooth, with a few crow feet wrinkles around my blue eyes. My tits are firm, and my nipples could definitely catch your attention.
My nipples are super sensitive, and they are my go starter move while masturbating. About a year ago, I shaved my pussy. Didn't know what to think, but I love the look. Men definitely enjoy how it looks. My ass and legs are what I call "muscular athletic."
Since the dawn on my renaissance sex life, I've been taking care of my body with exercise and a pretend diet.
Before I jump into the bath, I put on my mellow classic rock tunes to set the mood. I hop in the tub, lean back, and rest my head on my water pillow. I make sure my nipples stay above the water line. Seeing my nipples gets me in the mood, so I start to touch and pull at them, and soon enough my clit joins the fun with some circling fingers. Sometimes when I'm in the tub masturbating, I like to use one of my many new toys. Tonight, will be old fashion, eyes closed, tweaking nipples and clit rubbing with my go-to fantasy of being fucked from behind by a big cock. I feel myself getting close. I move my hand from my tits and take two fingers and fuck my pussy. My fantasy man is pounding me faster and faster, then I feel him shooting his is cum deep into my pussy. I come hard, legs shaking, moaning, splashing water all over the floor. What a great orgasm!
Time to get ready for the Empire. My outfit is a pink thong, mid-length form fitting black dress with no bra. My nipples become so hard when I'm hunting, they instantly attract attention from my prey. The Empire has been the scene of my greatest successes. I only go about twice a year. I would rather not look like a prostitute. However, the return on investment has been exceedingly high.
I've used a couple of strategies in the past. Most often, after doing some reconnaissance, I sit at the bar beside my target. The clientele at the Empire is diverse. Local vs. Business Travelers, Married vs. Unmarried, Straight vs. Gay, Wanting Dinner vs. Wanting to Fuck. I've becomed skilled over the years of identifying those who want to fuck. I've had my setbacks, but more often than not, the fucking and associated antics are awesome.
Since it's my 50th birthday, I hope to enjoy the night with another "oldster". I've noticed that older guys tend to be better in bed and surprisingly adventurous.
I catch sight of my target at the bar, drink in hand and looking over the menu. The menu hints that he plans to stick around for a while. This gives me a chance to work my magic. Occasionally the spell is cast quickly, and other times requires some work. I'm motivated not to leave empty-handed. It is, after all, a birthday celebration, plus I have a $300 per night room booked.
I sit down, order something to drink, and ask for the menu. My prey is now aware I'm going to be around for a while. When I started doing this, I waited for the prey to introduce themselves. Occasionally I had to drink and eat slowly. Being an expert now, I break the ice. I usually wait until I have a couple of sips of liquid courage and pretend to read the menu over. The menu hasn't changed in four years. I keep an eye out for things like wedding rings or if someone turns a bit away from me, which totally screams 'leave me alone.' So far, so good. Time to take a leap of faith!
The bartender swings by and tops off my drink, drawing attention to me. Time to act.
"I'm Gillian," offering my hand.
"Hey there, Gillian! I'm Stephen."
"Great to meet you, Stephen! Got any ideas for dinner?"
"Are you a carnivore or herbivore, Gillian?"
"A carnivore."
No irony there, I smiled to myself.
"I come here often, so I suggest Wings and Ribs Combo with mashed potatoes and a colored veggie to convince me it's a somewhat healthy."
A local on his own, promising. I also like his menu choice.
"I'm convinced, the combo it is."
I raise my glass. "Cheers, here's to cardiovascular disease."
We click glasses and then bump the bar with them. We each have a sip.
Stephen kicks off the chat.
"What brings you here tonight, Gillian?"
"Can you believe it? I'm hitting the big 5-0 today!"
"Seriously, no party and no friends or family around?"
"Nope, keeping it low-key. I'm a widow and my kids live across the country. I'll celebrate with them when I see them later this year."
He knows I'm single and maybe a little desperate. Your move, Stephen.
"Sorry to hear that, Gillian."
Empathy, very interesting.
"Hey Gillian, we shouldn't waste this evening. Daniel, can you please see if you can me and my guest a table?"
"Of course, Mr. Allen."
"Mr. Allen? You must be a regular."
"You could say that, I live at the Empire."
"Is there a story behind that, Stephen?"
"Yep, I manage projects for the Cedar Canyon Hydro-Electric Dam, and I handle the turbine installation. I've been hanging out here for around 4 months, and I've got roughly a month left."
Time to be bold.
"No friends or family?"
"I have some work friends, but I'm currently single. Like you, I have kids scattered across the country."
Bingo!
"Mr. Allen, your table is ready. Patrica will seat you."
"Thanks, Daniel."
Patricia approached us.
"This way please."
Patrica led Stephen and I to the table.
"Whoa," I mumbled.
"Hey Gillian, everything okay?"
"All good."