He sat at the far end of the bar, nursing his third drink of the night. Seth was in the city, at this hotel, for an IT convention for his job, which he enjoyed. What he didn't were the long trips away from home, his wife, his kids. He missed them, missed Jennifer's warm embrace and loving ways. He'd had plenty of opportunities for dalliances on the road, being a handsome, 25-year-old, but never realizing them.
Tonight, though, he was hornier than usual, probably because with the kids being so young and all, his sex life had diminished considerably, usually relegated to rare, hurried moments at home when the children were out at activities or in school. They weren't the satisfying encounters of their child-free days, stolen moments here and there, forbidden trysts at the beach or on a hike. Fun times not that far gone but at this moment, in Seth's mind, so tantalizingly memorable as to make him ache for their return.
So when she walked in to the bar about a half hour before closing, he couldn't help but take note. She was tall, elegant, beautifully dressed – and rather old. This silver-haired vision with a black dress, clingy and revealing, with dark nylons on muscular legs and mid-calf leather boots, looked to be 60 at least, maybe older, but ravishing in her classy look and slender, firm body.
He sat alone in the small bar, watching her stride to it the other end, and saying nothing to Jeff, the middle-aged bartender, pointing to a lone bottle on a high shelf. Jeff nodded with an appreciative smile. He fetched the expensive single-malt whisky she'd apparently ordered, serving it neat. She took it without a word.
Jeff walked Seth's way.
"We're closing soon, will you be having another?"
"No, no, I'm good, thanks, I'll probably just finish this...well, maybe in a few minutes."
"I have some work to do in the back, be back around in a bit, just let me know," he said affably before walking into the back room.
Seth watched the elegant lady tip her drink, making out in the bar's dim lighting a slightly craggy face, wrinkled and worn, a delicate patchwork of puckering flesh around red lips as she sipped. Maybe it was the liquor, he thought, or the recent absence of lovemaking in his life, be he was instantly struck by how incredibly sexy she was. Her dress was cut low in front, cleavage warm and inviting, a furrow of slightly wrinkled, tanned flesh dipping into mystery. Her backside hugged the material of her dress, a sleeveless one, and he watched her forearm tendons dance as she drank, a slight jiggle of upper arm flashing in the dark.
She looked at him, green eyes surrounded by crow's feet. She said nothing, only nodding toward the seat next to him. Momentarily immobilized by the request, he found his senses and with a wave of his hands and a smile, signaled his welcoming intent. She strode over, confidently, never taking her eyes off him. She approached and he pulled out the seat to his right. She slithered in, putting the drink and cocktail napkin on the bar, looking straight ahead mindlessly at the TV above the bar back and whatever game was on.
"Uh, hi," he said somewhat uncertainly. "My name's Seth. What's yours?"
Silence. She tipped the drink to that puckering mouth, sipped, put it back down. He didn't even notice her left arm move until he felt her fingers spreading on his right thigh. He jumped nervously. She dug those fingers in. He looked down, the nails a sexy red as she wiggled them, massaging his thigh halfway up.
"Uh...well...now..." he stammered nervously. "That's...uh...well...."
She continued to work his thigh in her surprisingly strong hand, never looking at him, not smiling, just looking blankly at the TV. He gulped, looked closely at the prettiest older woman face he'd ever seen, chiseled features, high cheekbones, a dangling diamond earring. She sipped more of her drink with her other hand, Seth noticing the undulating flesh on that superbly wrinkled throat as she swallowed. Her other hand continued to work its way up Seth's trembling thigh until it brushed the cock stiffening above.
"Well, miss...uh, ma'am...you, uh...what's...what's your name?" he mumbled, watching the little finger of that hand come so terribly close to his cock.
She said nothing and now moved her hand directly to his stiff prick encased in the slacks his wife had bought him a week ago. She oh-so delicately traced over it with her fingernails, teasing it, tickling it, drumming her fingers on it with the gentlest of touches.
"Holy shit," he groaned. "Ma'am...lady...uh, I'm not sure..."
And he wasn't sure. At this moment, he wasn't sure at all. But just then, as he thought of his loving wife, this sexy senior citizen's fingers dug a little harder on his dick, encircling it, pressing it with a hardening grip. Seth gulped and squirmed and suddenly, as she slowly, agonizingly slowly, stroked his cock in the slacks his wife bought him, all thoughts of Jen mercifully slipped his mind.
"Sweet Jesus," he moaned, watching the sexy tendons in her forearm dance under tanned, leathery skin as she moved her hand up and down.
He looked up. For all the world, she looked like a random stranger sitting at a bar, having a drink late at night, nothing unusual at all. For all the world, she looked like a sexy grandmother, alone with her thoughts, a pensive look on her handsome face. For all the world, nothing was out of the ordinary.
For Seth's world, this was all he knew in the sudden, unexplained here and now. As she moved her hand up to expertly unfasten his belt, unsnap his pants, and slowly unzip them, his world was intently focused on that silent, proficient hand.
She said nothing, and neither did he, dumbstruck, as she fished his cock out of his underwear and encircled it in that elegant, small, somewhat bony hand. He could only look down in the darkness at his lap and watch those tendons ripple under her hand's skin as she stroked him.
