Hotel meet up and fuck with a girl half my age. - Sex Stories

Hotel meet up and fuck with a girl half my age.

... stopped and looked at her. “Really?” “Yeah, you seem harmless and yet there is something about a guy who walks in and doesn’t have to discuss strategy with his buddies before approaching me that is refreshing.” Then as I moved to sit on the bar stool next to her she added, “Besides, older men are better lovers, or so I have heard!” Well she about dumped me on the floor with that one and she smiled. I managed to disguise my surprise well enough and we began to chat. Soon she needed that second glass of wine. I ordered a dozen boneless wings as the place began filling up and the small jazz quartet set up and began playing some nice soft music. We moved to a booth and to be honest, it felt like the most natural thing in the world! Then she began running the toe of her shoe up the back of my calf while looking into my eye. I reached across the small table and took both of her hands in one of mine. She looked down at our hands and then, as she raised those smoldering eyes up to mine she said, “Your hand is huge. Makes me wonder who big you might be in other ways…?” I smiled and just said, “Maybe you are just going to have to find out.” We stared at each other for a few more moments during which time we each tried to read where this was going without words and then she pulled her hand back, grabbed her purse and headed toward the ladies room. I sat there wondering if there was a back way out of the women’s restroom and whether I would ever see her again. In fact, as the minutes ...

... ticked by I began to kick myself in the butt all the more for being such a stupid foolish old man. Then she was there standing beside me, asking me to scoot in so she could sit next to me so we both could watch the TV. I smiled and did exactly that. A moment later, the waitress dropped off a couple of more drinks that my young muse had evidently ordered and then left. I was just about to say something about her no longer being afraid to have a second drink when she took my hand and put it under the table on her bare thigh. I looked down into her big brown eyes and if I had not been certain whether the parting of her thighs was a hint or not, the tip of her pink tongue appearing to run across her freshly coated red lips left absolutely no doubt as to what was wanted! Her dress was soon pulled high enough that I could see the dark line on her flesh where her thigh bent from her hip. My fingers could feel the moist heat radiating from deep inside of her as she looked up at me and whispered, “Oh God, yes!” I needed no more encouragement!!! I went straight to work! Years ago, I had thought that if you did not have every millimeter of your fingers jammed inside of a woman, she would not even notice that you were touching her. Then I learned that while harder and deeper has its time and place, the majority of a woman’s sensitive nerve endings are actually much less deep and much more accessible and sensitive!! So very deliberately and carefully I began. With my index and ring fingers I ...