I was at home one evening, sitting in my room, just hanging around my favorite chat room, when I saw a screen name pop on that interested me. I looked at the profile, and saw that it was a man, probably young, but what he wrote there had me intrigued. He wrote about why he liked older women, and how turned on he was by them. He said that the thing he desired most was to have a sexual experience with someone who had the wisdom and maturity to enjoy herself.
I decided to send him a message, and before I knew it we were talking intimately, our chat getting heated, sexual and by the end of it, I was very hot, and was inviting him to meet me at a hotel I would be staying at for a conference. He immediately agreed to meet me, and I told him I would e-mail the particulars. I did so, and got a confirmation of our intended meeting.
On the day we were to meet, I finished my business and retired to my room, heading straight for the luxurious bathroom. There was a toilet enclosed in tile with a glass door, a stall shower next to it, with a matching glass door, and a large Jacuzzi tub against the wall.
The entire bathroom was mirrored, and it gleamed. I stepped into the stall shower and hit the water button on the wall. Water jetted out from three directions, and I was surrounded by steam as I lathered with fragrant shower gel and began massaging my body. My soapy hands were gliding over my curves, my slippery fingers going into every crevice. I circled my clit with two of those fingers, and felt the tiny bit of skin slide over my stiff little bud.
My other hand moved to my breasts, pinching the nipples and rubbing the soap into them, and I began to shudder, standing with my legs wide under the spray of hot water, and felt my little clit jerk as I came hard against my hand.
I stood, holding the wall for support, then was able to move enough to rinse off and step out onto the cool tiles. I put a robe on and dried my hair, then went to get dressed.
As much as the shower had relaxed me, I still had a feeling of nervous excitement, as I dressed for my guest. Looking around the room, I realized that I hadn't even taken in my surroundings. It was a typical room, with a nice fluffy king-sized bed, a small sofa and thick armchair and a solid wood coffee table.
I paced the length of the room, feeling excited, thinking that I was insane for inviting someone more than 15 years my junior to visit me in my hotel room, when I heard the soft knock on the door. Taking in my reflection in the full-length mirror, I smoothed my red velvet dress, made sure my stocking tops were not visible, and made my way toward the door in my 4" stiletto heels.
I could have been knocked over with a feather as I gazed at the shy young man standing there. He was looking indirectly at me, as if to look at me straight on would blind him. I smiled warmly and took his hand, leading him inside. I had soft music playing, and it was nice and warm in the room and by the time we got to the sofa, we were both looking more relaxed.
I offered him a glass of wine, and we drank to new friends. Before I could gather my thoughts, a soft pair of lips was suddenly pressed to mine and I could feel strong arms moving past my sides and around my back. I kissed back, strongly, but not too aggressively, and the young man's hands kept roaming, moving over my spine, and touching the swell where my round ass cheeks started.
I was gently touching his chest over his shirt as I kissed his lips, my tongue moving around the seeking tongue of my lover. Things got hotter, as we continued to kiss, passionately now, touching each other all over and sliding sucking kisses over each other's throats and ears. I was pinching the little hard nipples I found on that smooth chest, and I started taking his shirt off.
I felt the zipper of my dress going down slowly and warm hands moving inside it. It fell off my shoulders and his warm smooth hands started caressing my chest and over my breasts. My nipples started getting hard as they were stroked and pinched. We were breathing hard now, and I moaned as his head went down to suck at my tits. He took one into his mouth and sucked on it hard, coaxing it into stiffness with his mouth and tongue, and squeezing and stroking the other one with one hand while the other hand started roaming further down my body.
I was seeping wetness already and the crotch of my thong was soaked and plastered to my pussy. When his hand reached it, he let his breath out, and started moving from one tit to the other, biting hard, then soothing, by licking with broad strokes of his tongue. I started stroking his thighs, feeling his body under the pants he wore. I brushed against his hard cock, and marveled at what he had in there for me. It felt so hard, a telltale wet stain spreading rapidly, and ready, I just had to have that beast naked and in my hands.
I started tugging at his pants, opening them quickly, as his fingers searched me, pushing inside my slit and rubbing me. I got his pants down and his head came up to reach my mouth and we kissed deeply as I grasped his hardness and started stroking it, in rhythm to his probing fingers, and his tongue sliding over mine.
