DISCLAIMER -- All characters are 18 or older.
INTRO -- An older straitlaced 48-year-old high school teacher is attracted to a high school student from out of town. She's not a model. She's a 48-year-old woman who looks her age. And she strikes up a relationship with a much younger person. If none of this is your cup of tea, then kindly move on.
There is a Part 1 to this story that is separate. I think Part 2 can stand on its own, but of course, Part 1 gives the background and build up that directly leads into Part 2.
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There were only a few cars in the parking lot of the Starlight Motel as Callie's car pulled in. The motel structure looked every bit its age -- probably constructed in the 60's or 70's. The parking lot was littered with potholes and the whole building could've used a fresh coat of paint. There wasn't anything glitzy or glamorous about the place, but then there was little that was glitzy or glamourous in what Callie planned to do while there. Well, this would be home for the next day, if all went according to plan, she thought.
Callie checked in at the front desk.
"Room 112 around the back," said the clerk as he handed over the room cards.
Within a few minutes, Callie had her car parked in back. Even though she didn't really know anyone in the area, she still felt better with her car parked out of sight of the main road. She surveyed the room as she entered. It was clean, though the furnishings all showed some wear and tear, and there was a slightly musty smell.
This place feels old and cheap, thought Callie. Same as me, she laughed. You get what you pay for, she mused.
After setting her bag down she texted Brandon.
Callie:
Starlight Motel.
Room 112.
I'm waiting.
Brandon: Be there in 10 minutes.
Finally, the moment was arriving. After 6 months of teasing and flirting, they were going to meet face to face. Callie thought she might be a nervous wreck, but she felt remarkably at ease. She spent much of the drive worrying that her 18-year-old lover would be disappointed in her 48-year-old self, but she was prepared for whatever may come. She was past the point of worrying about her pride and ok to risk the possible humiliation of rejection.
She stood in front of the mirror for a long minute. She fixed her hair a little, but otherwise, took herself in. She'd applied some light make up before she left, but the wrinkles still showed around her eyes. She hated her pale skin, but such was the curse of her Irish blood. Her long summer dress hung comfortably loose on her small 5'3" frame. She'd thought about dressing in a sexy skirt and top, but that just wasn't her. She didn't want to disappoint Brandon, but she was also too old to pretend to be something she wasn't.
She sat on the edge of the king-sized bed and waited patiently with her hands in her lap. Within a few minutes, she heard a car outside. It pulled to a stop, and then a few seconds later came a soft knock on the door.
Callie swallowed hard and then got up to open it. Brandon and Callie stood face to face for a moment, each taking sight of the other one in, then they broke into excited smiles.
"Brandon?"
"Callie?"
They embraced, at first with an awkwardness that quickly transitioned to the warmth of the attraction they felt for each other. He was a little taller than she expected. And stronger. She felt the taut muscles in his arms and back as they embraced. She took his face in her hands to take him in. He looked even younger in person somehow.
The months of pent up attraction was unleashed, and, in an instant, they were making out, falling onto the bed in a passionate tangle of arms and legs. Callie felt herself becoming wet as Brandon kissed the side of her neck. She felt the bulge of his hard member press against her.
The buttons on the back of Callie's dress became undone, and her dress slid down as Brandon unwrapped her like a Christmas package. Suddenly, she felt vulnerable. Naked except for her bra and panties, her older, mature body on display for her lover as Brandon buried his face between her breasts. She arched her back and spread her legs to wrap them around his torso. Callie pulled off his tee shirt and felt his bare skin pressed against hers.
Callie was always a timid soul, and she was happy to let Brandon take charge. He slipped her bra cups down to reveal her B cup breasts and small nipples. He took her left side into his mouth and then her right. Moans of pleasure escaped from Callie's lips as she felt his hands sliding her panties off. Her hands were exploring his body. Tousling his hair. Running over the curves of his back. The smooth skin of his chest. And then down to his pants, unsnapping his jeans.
Brandon quickly kicked them off. Callie's face was buried in his neck, planting kisses. Then she felt him enter her. She leaned her head back and looked up into his smiling face.
"I've waited a long time for this," he said.
"So, have I," Callie agreed.
He moved slowly until the full length of his shaft was inserted. By this point, Callie was so wet, he slid easily in and out. Callie closed her eyes as Brandon began to slowly pump her. It had been so long since she'd had sex, she almost forgot how good a man inside her felt.
Here she was, lying on her back on the bed in a cheap motel with her young lover making love to her. Her fingers dug into his back as thrust into her. Her body shivered as the sensations from her vagina pulsed through her entire body. Her breaths were heavy, and her head felt like it was going into a daze.
Brandon laid a deep kiss on her lips, their mouths open and tongues dancing as he climaxed inside her.
As he softened inside her, Callie's body was spent. She laid limp on the bed, somewhat in shock, somewhat exhausted, as Brandon flaccid penis slipped out and he fell to her side.
"Oh God," Brandon commented. "That was. That was. Fuck."
"My body is still shaking."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said as he turned to stroke her hair.
Callie turned to face him. "That wasn't your first rodeo."
"I told you I had some girlfriends last year. One, in particular, we played around a lot. I learned a lot," he smiled.
Callie laughed. "I wasn't totally sure if you were exaggerating. I'm glad I turned you on. I was afraid, maybe it would be different face to face. I can't compare to any younger ladies you've been with."
"Bullshit. You're a sexy woman. You just hide it from the world. Just don't hide it from me," he winked.
They sat talking. About their lives. About how nervous they were to finally meet. About how their first love-making session went. Brandon wrapped Callie's body in his arms. She liked the feel of his warm body against hers. She felt safe, almost like she was wrapped up in his cocoon. She was glad she made the trip.
An hour passed. "Have you eaten anything today?" Callie asked. "Should we get something to eat?"
"I'm famished. You gave me a work-out earlier."
They laughed, trying to find their clothing scattered through the room.
As they finished dressing, Brandon asked, "Where should we go?"
"Oh, I thought we'd order delivery."
"You're ashamed to be seen with me," Brandon observed.
"No, it's.... well, maybe."
"I thought you don't know anyone in Nashville."
"But you do."
"And I don't care," he said with a grin.
"What will strangers think?"
"Honestly, they might think we're mother and son," Brandon said, laughing.
"Shut up." Callie knew he was right, though, she suddenly felt older and self-conscious of the taboo nature of their relationship.
