Angie's Love - Sex Stories

Angie's Love

Angie is a bag of nerves. Her stomach's in her throat. Her hands are trembling. And her heart is pumping madly. She hasn't behaved like this before. Angie always acted faithfully. The thought of what she's about to do sickens her to the core. But she is driven ... by a raw animal impulse, a need she has to satisfy. She lowers her head in shame and strides through the hotel lobby to the bar in the hope that she won't be recognised.

He is sitting in a gold upholstered sofa chair in the far corner of the bar sipping an iced cola. When he sees her enter the bar, he places the empty tumbler on the glass-topped coffee table and stands. She is pleasantly surprised. He looks older than she expected: late-thirties, early-forties, slightly gone to fat, short stiff brown hair greying at the temples, a soft round kind looking face. She's relieved. She chose well on her dating app - from the nine hundred hopeful men who expressed an interest in her. He appraises her. He's never met a woman like her before.

She seems young, pure, tanned, roses-in-her cheeks, melancholy-in-her-eyes, shocks of honey curls kissing her breasts. She has an intensely alluring face: shiny almond eyes, a cute toffee nose, the thickest pouting cherry flesh lips. A beautiful woman of considerable standing and upbringing. A shy woman in search of love. She dressed simply, stunning him in a plain indigo dress, bared arms, bare legs, poppy red stilettoes. There's no need for an introduction. Angie looks ...

... fantastic.

He tries to age her: twenties, thirties, forties? It's impossible to tell. He softens in her presence, becomes more loving, caring, than he has ever felt in his life, finds himself apologizing, sitting up straight for her, like her puppy about to be fed.

'I'm sorry, Angie, did you bring the money?'

Clumsily, she unzips the ruddy leather bag and extracts a thick wad of banknotes. She bites her bottom lip. Her stomach churns. She feels a burning sensation in her urethra. Angie needs to pee.

'Mmmn. It's all there. Would you like to count it?'

He shakes his head, feels sorry for her. She told him it was her first time. She must be absolutely petrified.

'Please, no, there's no need. Let's wait until we're safely inside the bedroom, shall we, Angie?' She is touched by his surprising consideration for her, his warmth towards her. He used her name twice, deliberately. Feeling a warm glow of contentment inside, she permits herself a nervous smile.

'I do need the loo, rather urgently. Can we go, please?'

'Sure, let me carry your bag for you.'

She feels the soft hair on the back of his hand as she passes him her ruddy leather bag, 'Thank you.'

'No problem. If you'd like to follow me. Please.'

She wipes her lips, licks her finger with the tip of her tongue, bites her nails, overwhelming him with her adult innocence, her sensual allure, her natural body scent, 'I'd love to.'

They leave the bar and climb the grand, spiralling, crystal-chandeliered ...