The Tinderbox

How did it come to this? Aged 48, separated from her husband about 15 years too late and sat in a hotel bar waiting for a tardy online date to arrive. Carla Rudd smiled wryly as she finished her G & T and got up to leave.

She'd picked up her coat and was about to leave when a warm hand touched her arm. "Excuse me, is it Carla?" said a soft, smooth yet commanding voice.

Carla turned round to see a slightly ruffled yet handsome man standing apologetically behind her. Ryan had chosen his profile pictures carefully, but Carla still liked what she saw.

Ryan was a shade over six foot with a figure that hovered somewhere between average and slim. Perfect. Carla wasn't looking for someone who wanted to spend more time in the gym than he did with her.

Ryan had kind blue eyes, short, tousled blond/brown hair and a couple of days' stubble. He looked a touch over his 32 years, but Carla was happy to narrow that 16-year age gap physically at least.

Although she'd never had a thing for younger guys, seeing the same old faces on her dating feed had caused her to broaden her age requirement to freshen things up.

Carla's online chats with Ryan had been fun and flirty, and they'd quickly arranged this date. She'd picked a charcoal dress that flattered a body she never seemed to be happy with and opted for heels to boost her 5'4" frame.

Seated opposite one another at a small table in an intimate corner of the bar, Carla's nerves evaporated as Ryan showed himself to be as charming in person as he was online. The drinks flowed as easily as the conversation, and the more the two relaxed, the more risque the chat became.

Carla hadn't had a one-night stand since her early twenties, but with every cheeky grin and flash of those gorgeous blue eyes, the thought crept closer to the front of her mind.

As Carla and Ryan shared another knowing look, she flinched as she felt Ryan's toe make contact with her knee. She had a quick glance around her before letting her knees fall apart, noting a look of pure desire on Ryan's face.

His foot moved tantalisingly along Carla's thigh and up her skirt, causing a surge of longing through her genitals. As his foot approached her crotch, Ryan's eyes never left Carla's, who squirmed and allowed a smirk to become a giggle.

Ryan's big toe was now stroking her expertly through her silk knickers (had her done this before?) and she felt her colour rise as her arousal grew. He kneaded her clitoris, applying gradual pressure that tantalised at first then began to set the wheels of orgasm in motion.

Enough. Snapping her legs closed, Carla grabbed Ryan by the hand and strode purposefully toward the check-in desk. A room quickly secured, the 8-floor journey in the lift was a frenzy of kissing and groping, which continued across the deserted corridor and through the door.

They were naked by the time they reached the bed, the head of Ryan's thick cock glowing a deep purple, while Carla's clitoris throbbed as it demanded release.

The first time was fast and frantic, the scratching of an itch for both of them. Ryan's member found Carla's slick folds and slipped inside effortlessly. His girth felt exquisite.

The light slapping sound as Ryan thrust in and out was punctuated by the couple's grunts, groans and moans. Carla gripped Ryan's biceps and tensed up as climax approached.

Ryan's come face pushed her over the edge; seeing him completely vulnerable in that moment drove her arousal even higher and a huge explosion of pleasure paralysed her before waves of orgasm pulsed. Ryan continued to pump, wringing every last ounce of enjoyment from the act as Carla's hips bucked in unison with his.

The first was followed by a shared shower, where the second occurred. Slower this time, more sensual. Up against the shower screen amidst steam and suds.

The third was a mutual masturbation session that saw Carla and Ryan tease one another repeatedly to the brink of ecstasy before achieving a wonderful simultaneous orgasm. Ryan's semen was long since spent, but his climactic grunt and involuntary jolt told Carla all she needed to know as he massaged her clitoris through her aftershocks.

Carla lost count of how many times they made love that night and the following morning. Whether it was seven or eight mattered not as the couple checked out of the hotel spent and satisfied.