Noon, the following day. He was in bed staring out the window at the perfect blue sky that was outside. Pristine, the word came to him. He felt sweaty and his heart rate was still beating fast, gradually coming down to its normal rate.
He had the bed sheets half covering his nakedness. There was the sound of a toilet flushing. The bathroom door came open and he heard a crackle of laughter and turned his in the direction it came from. His client, Lauryn Asheburn stood by the doorway running a towel over her face. She stood there with the towel covering her lower body. She looked somewhat uncomfortable the way she stood, and Kev could understand why. Though he saw no reason for her to be ashamed of herself without her clothes on. He had made love to women whose physical outlook was more out of tune than hers, most of them packing more ounces of fat and butter, still that hadn't stopped him from hitting their pussy the way they wanted him to. They had often appeared somewhat shy undressing in front of him, especially with their husbands standing behind to watch, but he'd made it his job to make them feel comfortable with his presence, and that had meant a lot to them than when the actual fucking had commenced.
With Lauryn, he could understand a little of why she was acting the way she was with him. She was a woman of power and influence. Most women who had such always felt stripped whenever they took their clothes off. For them, it was like shedding themselves of the invincible aura which made a lot of men quake in their shoes each time such women snapped their heels at them. Kev had met and bedded such women before and though a they'd all sought to have some influence, some sort of control, over his life, he'd learnt to starve off their intentions whenever they dared to make such interactions known to him. Having had lunch with Lauryn Asheburn an hour ago, he'd come to the conclusion that she was like such women.
He had paid her a visit with the document proposals he'd spent time crafting to suite her agenda as enlisting his firm to represent her business affairs. Except for a few crossed-out lines, as she'd sat across from him in the hotel lounge, going through page by page of the legalese document with the finesse of an editor fleshing out unnecessary plot holes in a novel, she'd returned it to him declaring that she was all right with everything else. Then she had enquired if he'd had lunch and had proposed he joined her in the hotel's sumptuous restaurant; her two lackeys from last time had been there and she had dismissed them to leave her alone. Their lunch had been devoid of anything business-related. Lauryn had undone the top buttons of her blouse, Kev noted, and she'd pressed him for more about his social life than anything else. Kev had felt her leg rubbing his ankle and had taken charge of the situation after he'd finished sipping his glass of white wine.
"Is your room still available, Lauryn?" he leaned forward and said to her. "I think I'd love to see the view from your window."
She laughed, her cheeks blushed at the hint he gave her. "Well, yes, I do have a magnificent view of the city. I'd love to share the view with you, too."
He'd wiped his lips with his napkin and excused himself as he got up and went in the direction of the men's room. His could barely contain his excitement, most especially his cock which was pressing against his thigh all the while they'd been talking and eating. He urinated inside the rest room, glad to be free of that pressing need, then returned to the restaurant. Lauryn was up her feet as he approached their table and she led the way toward the elevators and they rode one of it up to her floor and now here they were.
Yes, now here they were. The view outside her window was breath-taking, as if he didn't already know that, though his mind was all set on the sex. The sex had been a pleasant one. He had helped her out of her blouse. He'd been anxious to see what lay hidden behind her dress as he inhaled her perfume. She was kissing him with such excitement and fervor. They fell on the bed and he'd pinned her arms above her head with one hand while he just about ripped her bra off her chest fed on her breasts. He loved her tan lines. Her body was aged, but she appeared to maintain whatever little bit of youth she had left.
"You look like you're ready again for me," she said to him while still running the towel across her face.
"You're beautiful," he said to her.
She opened the bathroom door and threw the towel inside before coming to the bed. She had jutting hips, her tits were ample but sagging. Her tits and her lower body betrayed her image of being a hot cougar. Her abdomen had concentrated fat tissue, and lots of stretch marks lined her hips and ass cheeks. Still Kev thought she looked hot and fiery.
"Why're you looking at me like that?" she said to him as she lowered herself into his arms. "You think I'm ugly, don't you?"
"I already told you that you're beautiful. What part of being ugly does that belong?"
She rubbed her hand on his chest. "I don't know. It's been a long time since I did something this stupid."
"What you mean?"
She looked at him tentatively. "Being with a younger man. I'm not exactly a Marilyn Monroe. Sometimes I wake up from bed feeling like a dinosaur."
"We all have our bad days," he remarked.
"Have you been with older women before?"
"Yes, I have. Though none like you."
