At thirty-eight Michelle was in her sexual prime.
The mother of a teenage daughter found she was no longer satisfied by her husband who was thirteen years her senior. Rick seldom got her off anymore and she was going though batteries for her vibrator at an alarming rate. She yearned for a hard, young cock.
It had been so long since Michelle had a cock in her that stayed hard until she had her orgasm she had forgotten how good it felt. She decided to go hunting for a cock to satisfy her needs.
Michelle still had a good figure, standing five foot seven her 38D bust and rounded ass were still tight thanks to working out daily at the gym. If she dressed sluttish she should have no trouble finding what she needed.
O'Grady's bar was not busy the Wednesday night Michelle sauntered in dressed in a mini-skirt and a top that displayed a generous amount of her cleavage.
She saw him sitting at the bar alone and wandered over to take the empty stool beside him.
He looked about eighteen or nineteen and was wearing a baseball uniform complete with cap. Michelle figured he had stopped for a drink after a game.
"Did you win?" she smiled as she ordered a Miller.
"Naw." he replied looking dejected.
"I'm Michelle." she offered her hand.
"Spike." he said shaking her outstretched hand. "Brian really but my friend's call me Spike."
"Waiting for somebody?" Michelle asked.
"No, just stopped for a beer before going home." Spike answered.
"No girlfriend?" Michelle boldly asked.
"Nope, she dumped me a couple of weeks ago." Spike confessed.
Michelle could see why she may have split, while he had a good body he was a bit geeky looking. He was certainly no conversationalist but he would serve her purpose just fine.
Michelle made small talk befriending her potential stud. Spike had admitted that he and his ex-girlfriend had not been fucking but she had let him feel her up a few times.
"Did you ever take her to a motel?" Michelle brazenly asked.
"Naw, we messed around in the car." Spike answered.
"Would you like to go to a motel with me, I'll pay?" Michelle asked.
Spike's grin was her answer.
With one hand on the steering wheel and Spike's cock in her other hand Michelle guided her Buick to the Red Rose Motel.
Michelle quickly registered putting the room on her Visa and rushed back to the car with the key to room seven.
Parking her car outside the door to room seven Michelle hustled her prey into the unit.
Spike was like a kid in an amusement park. He was anxious to go on the ride.
The young lad watched fascinated as Michelle wriggled out of her clothes. Shedding her top and skirt she pirouetted before him in her panties and bra.