Liz, just tell yourself, it's his damn fault you are here in this hotel bar looking to hook up with a strange man. Revenge is the name of this night. Yes Liz, you researched the five-hundred-dollar credit card charge in Chicago and found it was an escort service. Fuck him. I've been faithful for eighteen years. Not that I haven't had offers to break my vows. I take care of my forty-one-year-old body and people call me pretty.
If I had discovered he had a mistress, I would divorce the bastard in an instant. An escort isn't the end of the world. But, I must even the score. He's out of town this week and here I am looking to hook up. The bar is empty. Maybe Tuesdays are a bad time for this. I'll wait until nine and then head home.
Dammit, I spent a lot of time getting ready. I haven't worn a skirt and blouse in a long time, and I spent an hour on my makeup and hair. Hell, I even bought a new bra and bikini panty set. I almost died when I saw my long pubes sticking out the sides of the panties. I trimmed those back and toyed with the idea of shaving my entire crotch. But my husband likes a full bush. He might get suspicious if I shave it off.
I wonder what I should do when a man arrives. How the hell do you signal for a hookup. Do you smile and lick your lips? Do you run your fingers through your hair. Do I buy him a drink? I'm new at this. I'll just have to wing it.
This is my third glass of wine. I'm feeling good but nervous. Taking the Uber here was a good idea. I'll need one later. The last thing I need is a DUI. I can have a few more glasses of white wine to get my courage up.
Oh, there is a lone guy coming in and sitting at the other end of the bar. Too bad, he can't be thirty. That's way too young. But he is quite a good-looking young man. No way he would hook up with a foxy forty gal like me. He's ordering red wine after discussing the choices with the bartender. He is dressed casual but upscale. All around, he oozes some class. If I was ten years younger, I'd be all for that.
Dammit, he caught me looking his way. Geez, I feel a hot blush on my face. He's breaking into a confident grin. I'm sure women fall all over for him. I'll just wait for a man my age. I peak over and see him checking his cellphone. Ah, he's got a wedding ring on. Oh, oh, eye contact again. Oh, my goodness, he's coming over.
"I see you are drinking a white. This French burgundy is amazing. Can I offer you a glass?"
My throat is seized up, but I nod yes.
"Bartender, please bring the beautiful lady a glass of that great Burgundy." He turns to me. "My name is Edward. And you are?"
"I'm Liz. Nice to meet you. Do you live here or are you visiting?"
"I'm on business. I have a start-up and I'm visiting some of my investors."
"Good for you."
I give him a big open smile and lick my lips. My god, I haven't flirted in forever. No way he would be interested in me. He's looking down at my cleavage. I lift my chest up to display my assets better. If I'm going to have sex with someone tonight, why not this good-looking guy. He seems to be thinking about something.
"Could we go over to a booth to talk and negotiate?"
I get up and he puts his hand in the small of my back and with a small push, guides me towards a booth. Negotiate? Holy shit, I just realized that he thinks I'm an escort. Of course, I'm sitting there dressed to the nines with lots of makeup and alone in a hotel bar. I sit in the booth and he comes in beside me. What should I do? Why not play along?
"Do you work for an agency or are you an independent?"
"I'm an independent."
"I could tell. You are very classy and very sexy."
"Thanks."
"Well, I'd like to spend a few hours with you upstairs if you aren't booked out."
My god, this guy is a real hunk. Having sex with him could be a lot better than with some other guy, if one ever comes in.
"No, I'm available."
"Sounds like a plan. Aren't I a lucky guy. Let's chat for a bit and I'd like another glass of wine." He signals to the bartender. I put my hand over my half-full glass as a sign for no.
"Why don't you undo a few buttons of your blouse? I'd like to get a preview of what's to come."
My face is hot with a blush again as I undo half of my buttons. My new pink, lacy push up bra comes into view. His hungry eyes are drilled into my chest and a thrill of adrenaline surges through me.
"Very, nice. Yes, sweet."
The bartender puts a glass of red wine in front of Edward. He lifts his glass for a toast.
"Here's to a lust-filled life."
I smile nervously and clink my glass to his and sip the delicious wine. I can sense he is a very lusty guy. My crotch is waking up at the prospect of being on the receiving end of that young, alpha male energy.
"First. Let's get the money thing out of the way. I'll give you a thousand which I know is way too much but I'm bloody rich and I hate bargaining. Okay?"
"Sure, fine."
His hand goes from the table and under to rest on my thigh. I bite my lip as he gives my leg a squeeze.
"One thing is that I have an allergy to latex, so I must go bareback. I hope that's not a deal breaker."
"No problem, Edward. Whatever you say."
"Good. I like receiving oral but I love eating pussy too. I just love getting my tongue up in there, licking away. God damn it, I love that."
His hand travels up my thigh to my crotch. This sex talk has my pussy throbbing and his fingers pressing above it are tantalizing.
"Do you like cunnilingus, Liz."
My husband hasn't done it but my girlfriends swear by it.
"Yes, it's great."
His fingers are trying to grope into my crotch above my skirt. I look around guiltily and spread my knees to give him better access. His fingers dip to my hyper-sensitive pussy. My heart is beating a mile a minute and my head is a bit dizzy as he smiles a shit-ass grin and gropes my sex.
"You bet it's great. With a sexy, classy lady like you I will fuck you at least two times. This is going to be so fucking horny. Liz, let's go upstairs. I'm ready."
My legs aren't very steady as we leave the bar and go to the elevator. When the doors close, he is on me and groping my bum. He's very tall. After the initial shock, I enjoy his hands massaging my bottom. His young lust is breathtaking. I kiss his neck in submission. The door opens and we are soon in his big suite. He pulls me to him and grabs my bottom again.
"Your ass feels so great. I love the feel of a nice womanly ass. Call me an ass-man." He steps back. "Go sit on the sofa. I have to take a piss."
I sit on the big leather sofa and look around the big suite. It has a good-sized living room, small dining room and a separate bedroom. His start up must be doing well to afford this executive hotel room. I hear his urine hitting to toilet water. My god, this is really going to happen. Here he comes.
"Why don't we just hang here for a bit. No need to rush. Do you have any clients later?"
"No, I'm free."
He sits close and puts an arm over my shoulder. I lean into his body. Looking down I see the outline of his penis laying sideways in his slacks. It seems big even soft like this. Sweet Mary, I haven't given a blow job since college.
"Liz, you gave me a preview of your breasts downstairs. Why don't you take off the blouse and bra to show me the real thing?"
It feels so strange unbuttoning my blouse in front of this horny younger man. His eyes are drilled into my chest as I unclasp the bra at the front and bare my breasts. My nipples are diamond hard and protruding.
"Sweet. Oh, fuck yes. That's what we are talking about."
His head dives to my chest and he gobbles a nipple into his mouth and sucks it amazingly. I let out a big groan as he suckles it. Looking at his handsome face sucking my breast is a sight I don't want to never forget. He sits up.
"Get nude, love."
I stand, unzip my skirt and shimmy it down over my hips. A flash of how absurd this is with me a mature woman stripping for this young stud. But that mature woman wants a lusty fuck. I hesitate with my panties but peel them down and off with my face burning with a hot blush.
"Holy fuck, a beaver. Holy crap, I've only heard rumors about one of those. Wow. Come here."
I step forward to where he is sitting on the edge of the sofa and he pulls my hips to bury his nose in my pubic hair-filled crotch. I can feel his hot breath on my crotch. He pulls back with a big grin.
"I love the smell of pussy. Mmmm. Why do women shave their pussies? It looks so horny being natural like this."
I can smell my feminine odor too and I can feel the lips of my pussy very wet now and gliding against each other. I need some cock. Let's get going. I go to my knees between his legs, undo his belt and then his zipper as he smiles down at me. He lifts his bottom off the sofa as I strip his pants down and off. His socks are next. His manhood is now a big tent in his underwear. He has unbuttoned his shirt. His chest and stomach are very muscular. I need to suck him some and then drag him to the bedroom for my pleasure.
I pull down his underwear and his erection and his cleanly shaven ball-sack come into view. It is much bigger than my husband's and uncircumcised unlike his. I had given head to a boy in college that was uncut so I know what to do. Edward sits up and his erection is straight up now. The head is engorged enough to have the foreskin mostly off. I grasp the shaft and pull the skin down fully to expose the head. I lick around it as the young man groans in appreciation. Then, I take the head in my mouth and push my head forward so his cock slides over my tongue to the back of my throat. I bob my head to have him fucking my mouth.
"Ya baby, you know how to suck a cock. Hold my balls."
He is panting but I don't want him to cum just yet. I need some cock in my very needy, throbbing pussy. I lick the shaft up and down. I look up. His face is a face of pure lust. It's time. I stand and take his hand.
"Let's go in the bedroom baby for some real fun."
