I'd attended a wedding of a long time girlfriend in a nearby town. It was her 2nd marriage. Her first husband had been killed in an auto accident after they had been married almost 25 years. She was my age, early fifties and what is referred to as a MILF although in both our cases it was more like GMILF since we both had young grandkids. We both had taken good care of ourselves physically and had aged well.
I was still married to my first husband but over the years we had grown apart. His libido had never been that high, in fact contrary to most couples in our age group, I was the one who wanted sex all the time. I was frequently horny and had and used several dildos daily. I had tried some online chatting and email and even some phone sex. While my toys and the online activities gave me some physical relief, I really missed the physical contact. Sex with my husband was infrequent and not all that satisfying. I wanted a NSA contact with a man with a big hard cock and a tongue that he knew how to use. I love oral sex, the taste of cum (both mine and his) and really get off on kissing my partner to share the spoils.
Having had several glasses of wine at the wedding, I was feeling especially horny so on my way home I decided to stop at the local Sheraton and see if there was any activity in the hotel bar. I had worn a form fitting cocktail dress to the wedding. It showed off my assets very well judging by the men who had flirted with me at the wedding. Several of them were very appealing but I was reluctant to get involved with someone where that information might get back to my friends or my husband.
I hoped that maybe the hotel bar would yield a business man in town for a meeting, who was looking for a hot piece of ass. I spotted several likely prospects as I entered the room and took my seat at a small table. The waitress took my order for a cocktail and quickly returned with it and a bowl mixed nuts. Several minutes later she returned and said that a gentleman at a nearby table wished to buy me another drink and wanted to know if he could join me. I smiled, made eye contact with him and indicated that he was welcome to join me.
As he walked over to my table, I saw a well dressed man about my age who was quite attractive and seemed to be in good shape. I was curious as to who he thought I was. Was I a divorcΓ©e, a married woman or a high priced call girl? I decided that I'd let him make up his mind since if it went as I planned and his tongue was servicing my shaved pussy or if his hard cock was buried in my cunt or my mouth it wouldn't really matter.
He introduced himself as Tom and I replied that my name was Mary Claire. He asked, "Do you prefer Mary or Claire?"
I decided that I would get the show on the road and relied that, "Either Mary or Claire will do but if were doing what I hope we'll be doing soon, than Oh Baby might be more appropriate."