The devil made me do it. It was so much fun having sex with that young man. Let me tell you what happened when I got very naughty.
My name is Violet. I'm forty-one with a trim, trainer-maintained body. My measurements are 34B-26-36. I'm five foot six and a hundred and twenty-seven pounds. Men tell me I have a pretty face and I keep my brunette hair styled in a modern way. I tell you this to show that I'm attractive enough to catch the young university student I was with last night without the trick I played on him.
This was the first one-night stand in my marriage. My love life with my husband used to be great but now is very dull. I'm pretty sure, he's having an affair. I'm often on business trips as the V.P. sales of a successful software company that markets to universities. That is why I'm in this hotel near the university and will be here until Friday.
So last night after my dinner, I came into the hotel bar which was packed with happy students who were celebrating a victory by the university soccer team. I had on my grey skirt, blouse and jacket, normal business wear, and was sitting on a stool at the bar, drinking a few scotch and sodas. Not to say, that I was drunk in any way but let's just say, the alcohol reduced my normal inhibitions.
Over on the other side of the bar, there was lots of beer drinking and laughter with guys and girls having great fun. I spotted one young blonde-haired, tall young man among the revelers who occasionally came up to the bar and ordered a soft drink. I guess he didn't want to shout out a soft drink order from the waiter around his hard drinking buddies. He was well-built like an athlete, and I found out later that he was on the team. He also seemed rather shy when any of the girl students talked with him. He seemed so yummy.
Like I said, the devil popped an idea into my head. How could I get him to have sex with me? I didn't want a drunk jock like his buddies. I wanted this cute, nice guy. The next time he came to the bar for another soda, I said, "Hi, it looks like you are celebrating a big win."
He blushed and replied, "Yes, we won and we're leading the league now."
"Good for you. Do me a big favor, I'm in town on business and don't know anybody here. Please sit with me and talk." He hesitated. "Please, I'm sure we will have an interesting chat."
He looked back at his teammates and then turned back and said, "Sure, but I'm likely going to go pretty early. I don't like to stay out late on school nights. I have to study hard to get through." He sits down on the next stool with his back to the revelers.
"Good for you. And my guess is that's why you aren't getting drunk like your teammates."
"Yes, that's right. You noticed?"
"You came up to order your drinks from the bar. And don't get the idea, I'm looking for a hookup with a young handsome guy like you. You see this big diamond wedding ring. I am very married." He laughed and became more at ease. "By the way, my name is Violet."
He said, "I'm Blake, nice to meet you." We shook hands and chuckled at the feigned formality.
We had a great chat about his history which for a twenty-one-year-old, had been a good life with an ex-girlfriend back in his hometown. He is studying engineering and was interested in the software my company sells.
After a while, I asked him, "You athletes must get therapeutic massages when you are stiff or injured, right?"
He said, "Yes, they have three massage therapists on staff in the athletic department. We players really need it."
"The reason I ask is that I'm stiff all over and especially in my neck and shoulders after my plane trip yesterday. You must know something about massage because you have so many. Could you do me a huge favor and massage the kinks out of my shoulders."
"Sure, I'd love to help. Turn around."
"Blake, I don't feel comfortable doing it out in public here. You understand." He nodded yes. "Let's go up to my hotel room and do it there. But once again, I will say that this is just for health reasons not sex. I am a married woman, Blake." Before he had a chance to say anything, I got up off the stool. I said to the bartender, "Put both of our drinks on my room." In turned to Blake, "Don't think a thing about it. My company picks up the tab."
In the elevator, standing beside him gave me an amazing feminine feeling with me small beside a tall, athlete. I said, "Do you have a girlfriend here? A handsome guy like you must have all kinds of opportunities."
"No, between sports and my schoolwork, I don't have time. Maybe when I go back home in summer, I'll find a girlfriend."
We got to the suite. It's a one bedroom with a small sitting room with a sofa and small dinning table. I looked around and said, "Let's see. Where should we do this? Hey, why don't I sit in one of those dining room chairs, and you give me like a chair massage? I see those at the airport." I pulled out a chair and sat on it backwards, leaning against the back. I had to spread my legs around the back of the chair and the hem of my skirt rode up my thighs. Looking down, I could see the crotch of my red panties and I was sure he could too. I continued, "There. Let's give this a try." On the wall to the side was a mirror and as I lay my cheek on my arms facing it, I could see young, handsome Blake standing behind me. He hadn't noticed the mirror.
Blake worked on my neck very nicely. His hands are so strong. I moaned as he worked the stiffness from my neck. "You have a great touch, Blake."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Hey, no ma'ams here. That's for my mother. I'm Violet, remember."
"Of course, sorry Violet."
"Okay, to do my shoulders, I'm going to have to undo a few buttons on my blouse and pull the fabric off my shoulders." I bared my shoulders and Blake began to work on the muscles. My skin was dry and the massage wasn't going well. "Blake, I imagine your massage therapists uses oil, right?"
