Thank you for selecting my story to read. I'm Robin, a mature bi woman. My stories are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships, most often very submissive in sex. If you like kinky mature women I hope you will like my stories and comment on what you enjoyed and perhaps didn't like. All feedback is welcome.
This now modified story was originally written, submitted and published in part by me under my ex-husbands name. I guess you might say I'm stealing it from myself. It may be a multi-part series... or not.
Robins Travels Part 1
I spent a large part of my life traveling for business. I am now retired. Stories under the title Robins Travels are about that time in my life.
This story took place in Southern Maine near Portland when I was about 50. I was attending, by invitation, a sales meeting being held at a very exclusive harbor view resort by one of my clients. I was a guest speaker so of course I was provided with a suite and every luxury. I was there for the entire week but actually spoke only once each day. I was hired to not only speak but informally engage in coaching the meeting participants.
I met Mary after a particularly long day when I went for a swim in the resort pool. Swimming was exercise for me and I was doing serious laps with no one else, I thought, in the pool or pool area. Total enjoyment.
After perhaps twenty minutes I saw her enter the pool area and recognized her as a participant in the meeting. I had noticed her the day before. A very average in every way dirty blond woman who appeared to be about 25 or 30 years old. When I first saw her enter the meeting room the day before I thought she was one of those people who goes to great lengths to appear average but in reality was concealing an exceptional body. At that time I knew a lot of women in sales who dressed that way to avoid unnecessary customer attention.
As I watched her walk into the pool area my suspicions were confirmed. She was wearing a black one piece bathing suit that complimented her blond hair and her tanned but still very fair skin. She had the kind of muscular toned legs that remind me of the saying, "She had legs that went from her feet to heaven." In her case heaven was between also muscular curvaceous thighs. She had a very slim waist and above that very large firm breasts that her bathing suit was struggling to contain.
I was physically attracted to her the moment I first saw in the meetings but the attraction was further amplified that evening by her revealing, sexy, bathing suit.
I swam in her direction and she recognized me which as the only black woman at the meeting was not difficult. She introduced herself as Mary and apologized for intruding on my swim time. I invited her in and we swam and chatted for a while. I was impressed. She was overall a very intelligent extremely attractive woman. I remember thinking that if I was twenty years younger I would do everything possible to bed her. But I was at that time 50 and she was maybe 25 and the ring on her finger said married, probably straight. I was actually old enough to be her mother.
Eventually we got out of the pool and sat on the edge chatting with our feet in the water. After a while she took the initiative and suggested we dress and have a drink in the bar. I agreed and then quickly reconsidered. I told her that I had a nice bottle of white wine in my room with a balcony that overlooked the harbor so if she wanted we could just use my room. She hesitantly agreed, said she would go to her room, change, and join me. I said Ok and gave her my room number. She again hesitated, thought for a moment, and mentioned that my room was at the opposite end of the resort so it might take 10 minutes or so. I told her that if she didn't mind a tee shirt and clean undies I could save her the trip. She agreed and off we went wrapped in our hotel towels.
As we entered my suite and I looked at her in the light of the hallway I was reminded again of my age and those extra pounds I could not seem to lose. As the door closed we were making small talk and I asked how long she had been married. Mary said she and her husband Bill had been married for three years. She asked if I was married and I took the opportunity to test the waters. I should have been ashamed of myself but I said that I am never married when I travel but otherwise I am very married to a wonderful man.
I took two fresh dry towels and handed her one. I reached into my suitcase and gave her a cute pink top and a very thong like pair of panties.
Without thinking I took my bathing suit off and toweled myself off. When I looked up she was not moving, just standing there looking at me. I told her, "I'm sorry, I have no modesty, if you want you can change in the bed room or bathroom."
All the while I was standing in front of her naked. If she was observant she saw my nipples harden. Mary said, "I'm sorry Robin, I hope you won't think badly of me for staring. You're very beautiful." She hesitated and said, "please don't think of me as a racist, I am not, but you're black, naked and I have never..."
