Susan sat on the bar stool sipping her drink looking at the guy standing at the other end of the bar talking to his friends. He was almost half her age and looked a little like that actor on the TV show the "Mentalist" curly reddish blond hair, deep blue eyes, and incredibly handsome. He wore an expensive Italian suit that adorned his muscular body nicely. He was very charming and had an air of confidence about him without seeming cocky or self-centered.
She was in her late 40s and was going through a time of self-doubt about whether she was still sexy. She kept reflecting about the fact that she was getting older and there were so many things she had never done and never experienced and now it was doubtful that she ever would. She married her husband when they still in college and she never had a chance to date a lot of men.
She had come to this bar to meet a close friend to hear about the drama in her life and to listen at her whine and complain about her husband and her teenage children. After two drinks her friend finally called to tell her that something had come up and that she would not be joining her. Susan hung up the phone and thought well I guess I should go home now.
She looked at the guy across the room and said "oh what the hell I'll have one more drink and enjoy the view." She ordered another Long Island Ice Tea and tried not to look too obvious as she checked out the well dress stud muffin and daydreamed about things that could have been when she was younger.
She glanced around the room and wondered which one of those 20 something air headed bimbos' is he going to hit on and take home tonight. It was a good way to kill the time trying to guess which one was his type and how he would make his move. She got so engrossed in the question and she ended up ordering another drink and sticking around so she could see how it all played out. There was nothing good on TV tonight and she and hubby had already had sex for the week so this was much more exciting than going home.
By now she had her beer goggles on and just about every guy in the place was starting to look good to her but that one, the one across the way was the one she kept coming back to. She clearly felt an attraction to him there was definitely lust involved but also a lot more something she could not quite put her finger on it.
He was definitely a trophy fuck the kind of guy to brag about. The young puppy was so cute she just wanted to squeeze him and eat him up like a box chocolate covered cherries. "Why did I get married so young" she lamented? "I love my husband but damn there are so many horny young studs that need to be ridden and life is too short."
She was drawn to this young stranger like a moth to the flame and any excuses that got her what she wanted no matter how trivial was fine and dandy. Maybe if she promised be twice as good in the next life that will work right? "I earned this and I deserve it." she thought to herself.
Her husband had told her about his fantasy of watching her having sex with another man which she felt was strange at the time but now she was digging it out along with anything else she could come up with to justify fucking this guy bow legged. What was that saying "it's easier to ask for forgiveness after the fact than for permission before" sounds like good advice and she thought it definitely applies to this situation?
She thought to herself: "It seems a sad waste when a woman who is gifted with outstanding sexual power cannot get all the fucking she needs. Inside every woman is a sex goddess screaming to be released to be enjoyed by as many men as possible. Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well-preserved body, but rather thoroughly used up, totally worn out, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other."
Finally the male bonding at the other side of the bar ended and his buddies shook hands and walked out the door. The handsome stranger walked into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later.
He walked over to the bar where she was sitting. He was close enough for her to reach out and touch him. He ordered a scotch on the rocks. While waiting for his drink he turned around looked at her smiled and said "What's a pretty lady like you doing sitting all alone?"
They began making some small talk about the bar and type of people there tonight.
He noticed her wedding ring and said "oh I see you're married."
She responded "Ya but don't worry its nothing serious." "Oh my, did I really say that?" she thought to herself.
He smiled and the small talk shifted and became much more sexually suggestive not vulgar but also not leaving a lot room for doubt about what he had in mind.
He talked a good line of bull shit he could charm the panties of any women on the planet and yet here he was hitting on her and she was enjoying and savoring every word of it. She liked gazing into his dark blue eyes and watching his mouth move as he spoke imagining that mouth would feel like kissing her neck, sucking her nipples and eventually finding its way down to her clit and setting up shop for the evening.
She keep smiling and giggling like a school girl and making eye contact. "Come on sweetie it's time to close the deal" she thought to herself "It's not like I'm playing hard to get or anything." If I show any more cleavage the "girls' are going come out and play by themselves. I'm setting on this barstool with my legs spread open wider than I do for my gynecologist. Come on junior make your move."
Finally all the alcohol and her impatience got the better of her and she just spouted it out "Listen sweeties the nights not getting any younger and neither am I. I don't want to hear your life story I just want to get laid. So what about it are you going to hit this thing or not?"
At first he had shocked look on his face like a deer caught in the head lights of an on-coming car. That look was quickly replaced with a mischievous smile. "Well you know I have always heard its rude to keep a lady waiting." He said "There is a nice hotel around the corner would you like to go check it out?" he asked.
"I would like that a lot" she said with a coy smile.
She reached to pay her tab and when he said "oh no I got this."
They walked out of the bar and down the street towards the downtown Hilton. As they walked, she felt the sexual tension that comes with anticipation. As they walked she got more and more turn on by how naughty this whole situation was and how much she wanted this guy. She couldn't wait to get into his trousers and see what that cock looked like and how many inches he had. She was women of simple pleasures.
They finally arrived at their destination and the doorman open the door welcoming them and told them to enjoy their stay. They walked across the lobby with several ladies looking at them and probably thinking; "Now there is lucky gal."
He took her by the hand, leading her to the reception desk, where he asked for a room. At first he asked for their cheapest room then he said "no give me a suite." The receptionist smiled and said "no problem" and handed him a key card.
They carried on towards the elevator and waited for the doors to open. She smiled over at him. The doors slid open and they moved inside and he pressed the button for the twenty-fourth floor.
Susan's mind was racing. She was in an expensive hotel with a stranger, a nameless man who had more attraction and animal magnetism than any man she had ever met. He kissed her his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, his hand pressing her hips against his.
"Oh lord, what am I doing? Who is this man? I'm such an idiot!" he pulled her towards him, his movement interrupting her thoughts, and with those strong manly hands of his he turned her head towards his and kissed her, deeply, so she felt it from her lips to her toes.
