It was just about dusk when Katherine Kuhn looked around carefully, saw nobody she knew, and stepped out of the rental car in front of the disreputable biker bar. She was wearing dark glasses, had her long, dark brown hair tucked into a red scarf and was wearing a tight pink sweater and a short red skirt over scarlet bikini panties, clothing none of her friends or relatives would ever have known of her even owning. She wanted nobody to see her or suspect she was in such a place, which was why she was driving the rental car instead of her own luxury sedan. Before stopping in front of the bar, she had rented a room in a nearby motel, using a phony name and paying cash.
As a 48 year old widow, Katherine had needs, although she would never dare disclose them to anybody who knew her, because that would just arouse their sympathy, or maybe their contempt. After that, the best she would have been able to hope for would be someone trying to find some loser in his fifties or sixties and fix them up. They would mean well, but she needed something different from what they thought she needed, and Katherine expected to find it in Turk's, the biker bar in the seedy part of town.
"I'm a cougar," she growled to herself. "And tonight I'm on the prowl for fresh, young meat." Katherine locked the car door and prowled into Turk's, where she strode up to the bar, - there were no bar stools - which had plenty of room that early in the evening.
"What'll it be?" the bartender asked, while ogling the way his newest patron's breasts bulged her sweater.
"Sherry," she responded, and watched while the bartender poured her glass of wine from a one gallon jug.
Katherine sipped the vino and turned to survey the fresh, young meat in the room. One patron, a burly man standing by himself and drinking a mug of beer a few feet away, attracted her attention immediately. He had long, dark hair and a full beard and was wearing jeans and a denim jacket with the sleeves cut off. His bare arms were tanned and muscular and covered with tattoos, some of them obviously done by amateurs, possibly in prison. He looked like the kind of guy she was there to find, so the horny widow sidled up to him.
Alvin "Ace" Johnson turned and gave the approaching woman an appraising look, noting her short skirt and how well her tight sweater was filled out by her breasts. Even in the dim light, he could see she wasn't wearing a bra. Her face seemed pretty enough, partly because he was not able to see the fine lines around her eyes and mouth. All in all, a reasonably attractive woman, but he hoped she wasn't a hooker. The young man was nursing his beer, hoping some kind of opportunity would turn up, and he couldn't possibly afford to pay anybody for sex.
"Hi, Dude," she greeted her prospective sex partner. "What're ya drinking?"
"Beer." The young man showed his almost empty mug and she ordered another one for him.
"My name's Kat," she told him while they waited for the bartender to bring his fresh beer.
She wouldn't order another glass of wine for herself and wouldn't drink much of the one she had. Turk's is not noted for their wine list. Ace didn't respond immediately, except for draining his stein and setting it on the bar, because he wasn't sure what to say. The woman beside him wasn't acting like a hooker, and she was certainly fuckable, so he would see what ensued.
"My name's Al," he said, not wanting to use his biker nickname or his last name.
"Well, Al, I see you're by yourself. Are you expecting somebody to join you?"
"No." That was not entirely true, because the bartender had just joined him with a fresh stein of beer.
"Well, then I've got a proposition for you. I haven't gotten any good fucking in a long time, and my pussy is wet and juicy, and I really need somebody like you. I've got a motel room down the street, and I'd like you to come down there with me and take care of it." She saw no reason to be the least bit coy or subtle, and didn't want to waste a lot of time making her needs known.
"Well..." Ace pondered the suggestion briefly. He certainly had nothing to fear from Kat, and nobody in their right minds would try to rob him. Even so, he had no wish to rush into anything, and he took a big swig from the fresh mug of beer.
Katherine was not as patient, so she sweetened her offer. "There's two hundred bucks in it for you, besides a hot time."
That was exactly the kind of thing Ace was hoping for, and he agreed. "Okay. You're on. Where do you want to go?"
"That motel in the next block. My wheels are out in front." She set her glass of wine on the bar without taking another sip from it.
Ace was more frugal, and he chugged the rest of his beer. "Okay, let's go," he said, standing up and waiting for Kat to lead him to her wheels.
The motel was a little over a block away and, when they got there, Katherine parked her car and unlocked the door to the room. After they were inside, she closed and locked and bolted it behind them. The place was an ordinary hot-sheet motel room, with faded carpet and rather tacky furnishings, but it had a queen-sized bed, which she had requested and had tested after paying for it and before going to Turk's. That was all she really cared about. The blinds were pulled all the way down, which she had also made sure of on her inspection after paying for the room.
The first thing she did after taking the scarf off her head was to count out ten of the new twenty dollar bills she had withdrawn from her bank's ATM earlier and hand them to the large young man beside her. She also removed the pack of condoms and set them beside the pillow where they would be ready when the time came to put one to use. Katherine was fairly sure he would keep his part of the bargain and neither hurt nor kill her and not leave without giving her satisfaction, and she hoped her assessment was accurate. If he decided to take the rest of her money, she would not be happy about the loss, but it would not bother her all that much, and she would certainly not report it to any kind of legal authorities.
Her assessment was 100% correct. Kat looked older in the bright light in the room than she had in the shadows at Turk's, but still not bad. She definitely looked better to Ace than some of the skanks he had consorted with during his checkered life, especially the queens he had met in jail. He had no animosity toward her, and knew doing anything violent to her would get him a whole lot more trouble than it would be worth. He knew what he would not do, but this was an unusual situation for him, and he was unsure what he should do next.
He needn't have worried, because Katherine knew exactly what she wanted. She unbuckled his wide leather belt and unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down on his pants. They were fairly tight, but she put her hands inside the waistband and pulled them down to his knees. She treated his jockey shorts the same way, and he sat on the bed as she pulled off his boots and socks and stripped his pants and underwear off his legs and left everything in a pile. Ace removed his jacket and t-shirt and tossed them aside, leaving him naked.
His cock was soft, but she knew what to do about that. As he watched, Kat peeled off her sweater, letting her large breasts bounce unfettered. Ace was surprised at how they jutted out from her body, and he reached down to hold them in his hands and gently squeeze, finding them solid and vibrant. The widow was horny enough already, that she had no need for any foreplay, and was anxious to get to the good stuff. She dropped to her knees, took the flaccid cock into her mouth and started fondling it with her tongue and the insides of her cheeks. It quickly stiffened and filled her mouth, and felt the way she liked having it do.
Once it was hard enough, she started slowly stroking with her mouth. It felt really good, just thick enough to stretch her lips pleasantly but not so big as to strain her jaw. She knew it would feel great in her pussy too, but that was still some time in the future, and she was in no rush to get it there. Katherine had all night, and she doubted Al was in much of a hurry either.
His body had a strong, earthy smell, which she actually found arousing, not that she needed any kind of aphrodisiac. She was in the motel room with the young man to suck and fuck without any delays, even for foreplay, or more than a minimum of conversation. After a few slow strokes with her mouth, Katherine had the rhythm she wanted, and continued to draw the hard shaft in and out of her mouth, while her tongue laved its length. She loved everything she was doing, and knew the sex that night would be a lot better than it would have been with some old fart who might have been fixed up with her by well-meaning friends.