It wasn't a great climax, but it was good enough to satisfy me. I'd chosen well. He'd been eager and enthusiastic, and because he couldn't believe his luck, that somebody like me wanted to have sex with him, he'd been determined to show his gratitude by making me come. Thankfully, he'd been successful, and on a scale of one to ten it had been a seven, but when he asks, and I know that he will, because he's a nice guy I'll make his day by telling him that it was a nine. And so when he leaves me, it will be with his head held high, proud of himself because of what he's done.
However, surprisingly, he didn't, but he did ask a different question, one that many men in this situation have asked me before. And as always, it was going to be a no.
"Can I see you again?"
I'm a kind-hearted person so I always let them down gently. While giving him my best smile, and tenderly stroking his arm, I shook my head. He took it well, doing his best to hide the disappointment, but he couldn't fool me. I could see it in his eyes.
After giving a deep sigh, he said, "I'm leaving in the morning. If only we'd got together sooner."
Then he left, to go back to his wife.
I poured myself another glass of the very expensive wine that he'd brought with him, and then I smiled. I'd only allowed him to come to my room because he was leaving in the morning!
To understand that cryptic remark you need some background information.
I'm Chelsea, and at twenty three years old I'm in the prime of my life. My body will never be better than it is now. My big tits are firm, with the nipples still pointing upwards, and my pussy, even after a lot of sex, hasn't lost any of its tightness. That should be enough for any woman, but I'm fortunate, I have more to offer. I'm beautiful. And that's not just my biased opinion, men have said that to me often.
Of course, because I'm attractive, with a charming demeanour, I get a lot of attention from men. All of it is welcome, but only a select few are lucky enough to have me. It's because I'm very particular. Older men turn me on. For me to be interested, you need to be at least forty years old, and preferably, in your fifties. As far as I'm concerned, youth is overrated. I prefer my lovers to have experience, both in life and in the bedroom. Men my own age are usually more concerned about their needs, rather than the needs of their partner, whereas older men tend to be more generous lovers. It's important to them that their partner is satisfied.
However, as much as I enjoy my liaisons with men, I don't want a relationship. For now, one-night stands are enough for me. That used to be a problem, having to constantly find suitable older men, but not anymore. My current job brings me into contact with more than enough of them!
I started working at The Paradise Resort just over a year ago, and I soon discovered that it was the perfect job for me. I'm a Tour Guide at the resort. We are at the top end of the leisure industry, catering for wealthy people that want to stay at our luxurious mansion, where, for an eye-watering amount of money, they will be pampered. It's situated in the South of England, in a rural area, but not far from numerous tourist attractions. It's my job, as a Tour Guide, to accompany them when they go to those places, so that I can dazzle them with all the facts and figures about the attraction that they are visiting. Without wanting to boast, I must say that I am rather good at it.
Our clientele is mostly middle-aged couples, and that's easy to explain. Most young people can't afford it. A lot of them have been together for a long time. They're still in love, but over time, the intensity and excitement of the sex has diminished. That's to be expected, and most of the women accept it. However, a lot of the men still yearn for what it was when they were younger.
Those are the men that I choose!
I take my time. To me, it's a game, and it's one that I like to win. I flirt with them, but not overtly. I make it clear, but in subtle ways, that I'm attracted to them. If I get a favourable response from them then I continue. It culminates, on their last night at The Paradise Resort, with us becoming lovers.
So, my latest conquest, the one who has just left my room, will, together with his sour-faced wife, be leaving in the morning. That avoids any complications. And for the next few days, perhaps even weeks, when he's with that woman, that nothing seems to please, he'll be thinking about our brief time together, and that will put a smile on his face.
The next day I was up early, eager to get to work, and even more eager to continue my pursuit of Edward, the next man that I wanted to seduce. He was definitely interested in me, but he was proving to be quite a challenge. The problem was that he wasn't as desperate as they normally are, that was because he has a wife that was only twenty five years old. And it pains me to say, that she was probably more beautiful than me. However, I do have bigger breasts than her. That should help, but it will be my personality that wins him over. I don't want to be unkind, but to be brutally honest, his wife is an airhead. I've talked to her and it was painful. If I was him I'd lock her in a cupboard, only taking her out at night so that we could fuck. When we'd finished she'd be back in the cupboard, preferably with a gag on to stop her talking!
I didn't see him until he was on the coach. He was sitting on an aisle seat with his wife next to him. Today's destination was a medieval castle. As soon as we set off I stood in the aisle, microphone in hand, to tell everybody about the day's itinerary. I'd deliberately stood near to him, so close, that my leg was almost touching his. My skirt was short, on the limit of what the company allowed, so I was displaying a lot of leg. And of course, he was taking the opportunity to admire the view. As I was finishing, I moved closer to him, putting my leg briefly against his knee. I glanced at him, and he was smiling.
If we'd been alone then I would have done more than that, perhaps even being bold by sitting on his lap. But for now, with his wife sitting next to him, that was enough to keep him eager.
An hour later we arrived at the castle. During the visit to it his wife was always with him, except for a brief period when she went to powder her nose. That was my opportunity to talk to him without her being there.
"I hope you are enjoying your stay with us?"
"I am, and I'll be giving it a good review."
There was more small talk, all completely innocent, but within our casual conversation there was sexual tension. When I saw his wife approaching, but still far enough away so that she couldn't hear me, I moved closer to him, and then I said, "My room at the resort has a great view of the countryside, you should come and see it. Tomorrow evening is better for me. Is eight o'clock OK? It's room 410."
Then, without waiting for an answer, I walked away so that I could mingle with the other guests.
For the rest of the day I kept my distance from him. I'd invited him to my room, not to admire the view from the window, but to have sex with me. He wasn't stupid so he knew that. It was now for him to decide if he was going to accept my generous offer, or if he was going to remain faithful to his wife.
The next day I'd didn't have a tour, but Edward and his wife did. They spent the day walking in the nearby hills with another Tour Guide, while I was at my desk catching up on paperwork. That's the part of the job that I hate, and I always leave it until the last minute before doing it.
I finished at six o'clock, and then I showered. By seven, I was ready, but was all my preparation going to be in vain? It was a difficult one to call, and it wouldn't surprise me if he didn't turn up.
When it got to eight thirty, and he still hadn't arrived, I shrugged my shoulders, and then I muttered under my breath, "You can't win them all."
I was disappointed, but it wouldn't take me long to get over it. As they say, there are plenty more fish in the sea. Every few days new guests arrive, so there's never a shortage of suitable older men.
