A continuation of a story about a sexy older woman seducing a young man. Doubtful there will be a third installment, this seems to naturally end their encounter, but I'm open to suggestions if anyone wants to offer them. Thanks and enjoy.
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Seth was too stunned – and spent – to move.
Just moments before, a vision of beauty, a gorgeous woman in her 60s, had walked into the hotel bar where he sat alone with his drink, shot him a seductive look, walked over to sit next to him and proceeded to jerk him off – without saying a single word or even looking at him.
And as simply as that, she'd walked out of the bar, leaving the 25-year-old IT worker in town for a boring convention wondering what the hell had just happened.
He was married, had kids, had never strayed. And had been seduced, by hand alone, by a woman at least 35 if not more years older than he.
He paid the tab, wondering what to do next. And thinking of this silver-haired woman, dressed so incredibly sexy in her clingy, revealing black dress, nylons and mid-calf black leather boots. His dick, freshly spent and still wet from her incredible hand job, stiffened anew.
"Fuck it," he said to himself, paying the bar tab and rushing to the hotel lobby.
She stood by the elevator, waiting. He walked up to her and spoke. She did not turn to face him.
"Hi again...I'm the guy...oh, hell, you know who I am," he stammered nervously. "Listen, I just wanted to thank you...Jesus, that sounds awful...I mean I just wanted to...to say...to maybe..."
The smallest smile crossed her slightly puckered lips. The elevator opened. No one was inside. She entered, turned, leaned on the back wall and still didn't look at him.
It could go either way, Seth figured, he could get in or never see her again.
He got in.
She leaned over to slide her card in the slot that allowed her access to the 50th floor. The penthouse. Naturally, Seth thought. Of course.
He looked at her, or rather up at her. Standing, she was a good six inches taller than he was, and he wasn't short at 5-10. In those boots, those sexy black high-heeled boots hugging those impossibly sexy, muscular legs, she towered over him.
The elevator rose. Suddenly, she turned on Seth, pushing him against the wall, pressing her lips to his in a nearly violent kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, chewing it, biting it, pushing her sinewy body into his, his hard cock rubbing into her tight belly.
And just like that, she pulled away, leaning back on the wall, no smile, no frown, no expression on her beautiful, slightly wrinkled face. She looked completely indifferent, calm and self-assured as Seth stood, wide eyed, catching his breath.
"Wow, that was..." he said, his mind a blur.
The elevator stopped. She got out, walking ahead of him, his eyes fixed on that incredible ass outlined in her tight black dress, striding down the hallway. She keyed her room open, Seth hurrying along behind to dart inside before it closed and she shut him out.
It was dark, soft music playing on the suite's sound system. The place was huge, lushly appointed. She walked across the living room, into the bedroom. The curtains were closed. She pulled them open, bathing the bed and room in the city light. Seth looked past her at the skyline, stunning and beautiful.
He'd never been in such a room. He'd never seen such a woman, either.
Not saying a word, she stripped, slowly, casually, peeling off her dress and bra, Seth's eyes eagerly adjusting to the dim light. Her tits were slightly saggy and deliciously meaty, her hips slim. Below, she wore a tiny black thong and much to his delight, dark nylons held up by garter, revealing her luscious white thighs that seemed to glow in the dark, looking sinewy and firm for her age. She left the boots on and walked to the bed, sitting.
She looked at Seth. Her eyes moved up and down. She cocked her head to the side in a "Well?' indication that to him meant he should strip as well. He did, hurriedly, the woman bouncing her crossed leg.
His big cock bobbed free, proudly, oozing pre-cum already. He smiled at her. She did not smile back.
She picked up a highball glass from the bedside stand and held it out. Seth took the hint, taking it, and darting out of the room, cock slapping left to right, in search of the bar. He found it and quickly poured her a bourbon, the same drink she'd had at the bar while stroking him off, clinking some ice into it and racing back to her.
She sat on the bed, sipping, bouncing that incredible leg, tormenting Seth who stood patiently, wanting to touch himself but not daring to. He would wait for her.
He waited a full five minutes as she slowly consumed her bourbon, not once looking at him.
She put the glass down and slowly slithered out of her thong. Seth noticed the dampness of them, and the neatly trimmed dark bush they had just been lucky enough to be on. She tossed them aside and lay down by the edge of the bed, spreading her beautiful thighs, her hands gently tweaking her own nipples and running down her slim, tight belly to her wet patch, fingers stroking herself.
And saying nothing, nor emitting any moan or groan or other sexual sound as she fingered herself. Seth thought he'd explode watching.
She motioned to him. Unsure of what to do, he walked to the bed. Her right hand reached for his dick, pulling him toward her face. He stood by the edge of the bed where her head lay, waiting.
