Preface
71 years young, & I have so many stories, concocted over many years. I enjoy sharing my ideas, most are fantasies, some spawned from actual events from my past.
I tap these keys a couple hours a day with 2 fingers. I'm a retired garage owner ... If I don't measure up to your literary expectations, PLEASE scroll along, there are 1000's of stories for you to enjoy ... they're published 100 times faster than I can read them.
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Hugs to everyone ... may your life be as blessed with as many awesome, erotic memories as mine ...
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Overzealous yes, enthusiastic yes, ecstatic yes ... all that and more; that's why I arrived early.
Now, I am waiting in a very posh hotel lobby because my room is not ready.
I am a young, eager reporter for a recognized publication, I've been with the magazine almost a year, doing small local stories, you know the stuff every magazine calls fillers, this however, should be the career enhancing break I've been waiting for.
I got the assignment because the originally scheduled interviewer, was fired 2 days ago, caught for sexual misconduct in the office.
I'm here to Interview Mr. Jackson, a successful author/publisher of a book titled '21 Erotic Stories', also owner of this luxurious establishment.
Trying to be fully prepared for this assignment, as it's been short notice, I have been hastily researching all I can on Mr. Jackson, his company, and the subject of erotic writing. I have compiled several, I think, rather intriguing questions.
While researching, I found a great erotic literature site on the web, where average people send in their sexy writings, most are fantasies, some describe real encounters.
I am comfortably relaxed, lounging in a large, oversized chair facing away from the main lobby, reading one such story rather similar to my personal fantasy. I am captivated with this story, so engrossed in fact, I didn't hear the hotel employee speaking to me.
"Room is ready ma'am" then louder. "Miss, your room is ready."
My gawd, I was off in LaLa land, fantasizing, I'm aghast to discover my one hand is under my laptop, between my thighs; the other up under my blouse. How embarrassing.
He is holding a plastic key card in front of me. I reach for it, and damn ... my fingers are wet. I take it with my other hand.
He politely smiles, nods, and turns.
Oh, My, Gawd ... I am in a public hotel lobby, masturbating. I am mortified, blushing, I covertly look around to see if anyone appears like they were watching.
Relieved, it seems it was only the bellboy and although it was obvious what I was doing, the laptop was in a position to hide my privates.
I compose myself and roll my bag to the elevator. I see my reflection in the wall mirrors at the side of the doors, I'm still very much flushed, red faced ... paranoid, I am checking around to see if I am being stared at, replaying the awkward scenario in my mind.
{'I'm very horny, I'll masturbate as soon as I'm in my room'}
A very voluptuous, sexy, gilf, approaches; I use the word gilf, as milf implies a mother, I never know if they're mothers so I use gilf; an acronym for, Gal I'd Like to Fuck.
She has that elegant, sophisticated, appearance, salon hairdo, impeccable makeup, designer, low cut, black, mini dress and manicured nails. I am enthralled, she is mid 30's, stunning, vivid red hair, 36" bust, long slender legs, her dress barely covers her nice round tight ass. Likely a celebrity, maybe a high paid model, I mean this is a luxury hotel.
The elevator dings, doors open.
I enter, push 3, and move to the back corner.
She follows me, stands rather close, facing me; I'm uncomfortable, she's intimidating, the entire area and she's in my space; the scent of an expensive perfume fills my nostrils. The door closes, the elevator begins moving.
She places her right hand on the wall beside my head; my mind wonders if this could be for real, are we going to make out? Her left fingers lift my chin to make eye contact. I gaze into her sultry aqua eyes; I could see the unmistakable lust, damn, my knees are weak, my tummy fluttering, she's very sexy and I'm extremely horny. This would be so much better than going to my room and completing my earlier task by masturbating.
I wanted her to kiss me, right then; I wanted to taste her lipstick, feel her hands on my body; oh god, do it, take me; my horniness just went skyrocketing off the charts.
I hoped she'd recognize my pleading expression. Her fingers followed my chin, down my neck to the top of my bra.
{Oh, gawd yes, keep going, do it.}
"How old are you?" A pleasing, melodical tone, comforting. Her nails were under my bra, one tip grazed my nipple. Her breath hot in my ear; gawd I'm melting.
"I'mm twenty twooo." More a moan, than a reply.
"I noticed you in the lobby, you got me tremendously aroused. Were you watching porn?" Her fingers delicately slid across to my other tit, my nipples yearning for stimulation.
{'OH MY GOD; someone did see me!'}
My face must be beet red; I can feel my body temperature rise. Her knuckles against my soft mounds, she lowers her hand, her fingers trap my nipple, gingerly squeezing it between her knuckles.
Oh my, I'm putty, sculpt me, show me how sensational same sex is.
I murmur, "Uh, oh, no, I was reading a story."
The elevator stops, the door opens. I move aside to exit; she puts her right leg out to block me, her under bra fingers pinch, while the other reaches over, pushes the close door button. "You have a sensuous, seductive aura; you're extremely attractive and your previous lewd actions got me fantasizing about us making out."
She twists without relinquishing any pinch pressure; oh, fuck it feels soo guuud, I know I sighed my pleasure; she knew she had control of me.
She licks my earlobe, "I may be hornier than you, right now;" her fingers slide further, her nail tips raking my areole, as she rolls my nipple, a slight pain with the pleasure is very salacious. Her face comes closer; I'm expecting that desirable kiss, I close my eyes, tilt my head. Her breath warm on my cheek, she whispers, "You are cute, a seductive nymphet, I want you." Her fingertips persistently rolling my hard nubs.
She presses her right thigh against my vulva, forcing, well maybe I wasn't forced, to part my legs, my eyes involuntarily roll, a telling sigh escapes. My heart rate has increased, my breathing ragged.
I open my eyes, she gently kisses my earlobe, hot breath in my ear, a soft whisper. "What were you reading; it must have been quite erotic to have you in such a state; to masturbate in public?" She uses her tongue teases my ear, I moan. "Mmmm." Emits from my throat. I am ecstatic by her confident aggression, my mind's spinning, thinking ...
{'I'm about to experience my first lesbian encounter, and with such a stunning woman.'}
Her soft lips touch mine, my eyes close, another involuntarily sigh, as her tongue probes past my lips. I touch my tongue to hers; my nipple being firmly rolled, my lower lip sucked, her thigh presses firmer. "Let me satisfy both our cravings." Presses me against the wall; griping firmly, not overly forceful, she lifts my arms over my head, nibbling my neck, holding my wrists in her left hand, her right goes to the hem of my skirt, she lifts the fabric, her leg pulsing between my thighs. Her fingertips trail along the upper hem of my panties.
The elevator starts to move. She whispers. "I can smell your wet pussy, such a delightful aroma." She kisses my neck, and earlobe; her fingers glide up my belly under my breasts. Another moan as her fingers lifts my bra over my mounds, my nipples are rock hard, her thin digits toy with my erect nipples. No one's ever spent this amount of time stimulating my sensitive tits. I'll likely uncontrollably explode when she touches my pussy.
{'Gawd, I want more. I've got goosebumps, and butterflies, every nerve receptor in my body is tingling.'}
She undoes the top 2 buttons on my blouse, one hand on each, squeezing, plants a kiss in the valley between my boobs.
The elevator stops, doors open, I see past her crimson locks an older couple gets on, the doors close. The couple realizes she's sucking the soft tissue of my mammary, attempting to give my boob a hickey, they abruptly stare at the floor.
My gorgeous companion continues, unfazed there's strangers three feet away, watching us. She's pulsing her leg rhythmically, alternating pressure on my genitalia. Her teeth tenderly rolling my nipple.
"Oooohhh uuuunnnggghhh." I have an orgasm building rapidly, my eyes close.
{'What the fuck, I relinquish all my inhibitions.'}
I'm no longer concerned with our voyeurs, my left arm goes around her neck, my right, under her short black dress to caress her butt cheek. She kisses me fully on the mouth. I have lost any inhibitions whatsoever, in fact, I would willingly strip in front of the older couple if she told me to. I'm 110% desirous of sexual relief, my orgasm is forefront.
I'm ready to erupt, I'm not a virgin, BUT I've never been this aroused. I could lay in the middle of the lobby and welcome passionate sex relations with anyone.
The older couple exits on the main floor.
She pushes the penthouse button, we start moving; I'm frenzied, my forefinger has discovered she's commando and I'm wiggling into her wet labia minora.
Her leg pushes harder between mine, rubbing up and down against my pubic mound, I feel an excitement rush through my loins. She tenderly rolls my nipple, while we French kiss. My hand moves to tease her braless nips.
The elevator stops, door opens. She puts her lips to my ear and whispers, seductively "this is my floor, do you want to get off here, or go to your room?"
