The following short story probably won't meet your expectations if you are a regular reader of Literotica. However, I have to write this story. Knowing it to be true influenced my decision. Enjoy.
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Age is a scary thing. Along with age comes intelligence, but declining health.
Youth provides virility, but naiveté.
Roger is a fifty five year old computer technician for a large law firm. He's been married to one woman for thirty two years. They rarely have sex anymore, but don't love each other any less because of it. Roger's wife has simply lost the urge. It comes with age.
Roger is not an exceptionally handsome man, but makes up for it with intelligence, wit and charm. He's fun to be around and gets along with people of all ages. It's a requirement of his job.
Kristin is one of the attorneys in the firm. She's twenty five and exceptionally pretty. She has short, straight black hair that frames her cute face perfectly. Kristin is short with a nicely proportioned body.
Everybody in the firm knows her to be constantly smiling and laughing. Still single, she's sought after by nearly all the single male attorneys. But there's an unwritten rule that says such couplings are discouraged within the firm.
That rule doesn't apply to Roger. So when he traveled to her office's location for two weeks to help with a new computer system being installed--and the two hit it off instantly--neither of them felt constrained.
What started out as enjoyable banter between them turned into flirtatious teasing as the first week progressed. By Wednesday, they were both thinking about the other almost all the time. Roger sat in his motel room and masturbated to images of Kristin dressed in something besides her conservative suits...or naked. Kristin spent nights in her condo summoning up the courage to ask Roger out on a date.
On Friday, she finally invited him to go see a new movie with her. He quickly agreed and afterwards they had dinner. They went their separate ways at the end of the evening, agreeing to call each other over the weekend. It was a safe, pleasurable way to be together. But they both suspected, rightfully, that if they continued to see each other a physical relationship might ensue.
Kristin could only make it to noon on Saturday before calling Roger at his hotel. She asked if he wanted to meet her for dinner at a favorite place of hers. She ensured him the dress was casual, as if that would help influence his decision. Roger said 'yes' and the time and place was set.
Roger walked into the front door of the English style pub and saw Kristin sitting in the waiting area. She wore a knit top with a deep cut v-neck. Her breasts peeked out as if to taunt him. Her jeans were tight and appeared to have never been worn before.
"Hi, Kristin," Roger said as he approached. "You look fabulous."
His eyes scanned her smallish frame. "Thank you," she acknowledged. "I said it was casual."
"I'm beginning to believe you'd look good in anything," Roger said truthfully.
They were led to a table and ordered drinks. The talk was non-stop as they worked their way through appetizers and the main course. An hour and a half blew past way too quickly for their liking.
While waiting for the check, Kristin asked, "Does your hotel room have a good view?"
"Actually, yes," Roger said. "It looks right down onto the public square. It's great for people watching."
"Is that a hobby of yours?"
Roger smiled. "I thought that was a universal hobby."
"You're right," Kristin acknowledged.
"Will you share a drink and people watch with me tonight?" Roger said, fully expecting to get turned down.
"Sure," Kristin replied quickly. She grinned at the somewhat surprised look on Roger's face.
"Great." A million thoughts ran through Roger's head in the next few seconds. It had been a long, long time since he felt so nervous around a woman. He felt a little guilty about constantly sneaking peeks at her half-exposed chest, but she was SO gorgeous. And young. And sexy. In less than half an hour they would be in his hotel room.
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Roger closed the door to the hotel room and set the deadbolt. Kristin had walked into the room a few feet and waited for him.
"I promised you a drink. All I have is wine," Roger said apologetically.
"That's fine. I like wine," Kristin said.
"Sit down," Roger said.
Kristin was amused by the man's uneasiness around her. Part of her was pleased her mere presence made him uncomfortable. Another part wanted him to just relax and be himself.
"Thank you," she said as he handed her a motel water glass three-quarters filled with white wine.
Roger sat in a chair a few feet away. "It's not a suite, but it's mine," he said, waving his arm in the direction of the rest of the room. "This is what you get when the company pays for it."
"It's about the size of my first apartment in law school," Kristin said.
"And now you live in a mansion."
"Hardly," she said. "A condo. It's all I need."
"Until you're married," Roger said, taking a drink.
"Don't hold your breath."
They talked for another fifteen minutes and then Kristin stood and moved over to the large window at the end of the room. A very sheer, mesh-like curtain hung over the window and she could easily look out without opening it. The public square five stories below was bustling with people.
"You're right. This is a great view," Kristin said.
Roger was more interested in viewing Kristin's body outlined against the window. The gentle curves of her breasts, hips and ass caused a stirring between his legs he had not felt in a long time.
"What do you see?" he asked her.
"Well, there's a couple making out on a bench."
Roger put his glass on the table and stood up. He moved so that he stood next to and a little behind Kristin. He looked down on the crowd and quickly picked out the couple in question. They were, indeed, in the middle of an overly zealous embrace.
