We had been talking on the phone for nearly two years-we had met in a personal business type of setting.
She was less than half my age; kind, sweet and innocent in some ways, yet life-changing-ly sexy in others. The experiences she discussed seemed to belie her age. Over time I learned that she hadn't exactly had a "normal" life to this point. Despite all of that, and the job she was in, she was always polite, friendly, and kind.
After months of skirting around the "what ifs," we finally decided to meet. It was crazy-probably more so for her-that a 55 year old male and a 24 year old female, that either would run that risk of meeting someone in person. Serial killer? Creeper? Gold digger? Con artist/thief/black widow? While both of us knew we could trust the other, there is always that .001% of doubt until you meet and see for yourself.
Arrangements were made, we met in a city that was about a 5 hour drive for me and 3 for her. I made the reservation, booking two rooms initially-wanting to give her an out, and feel safe-in a rather lavish hotel a short walk from the Mississippi River. Two nights, Friday and Saturday, as it turned out, that changed my life completely.
We had never exchanged photographs, or even phone numbers, using throwaway email addresses to communicate the personal side of our relationship. We had described each other, and if what she had told me about herself was even 20% true, she was well out of my league-and would have been even if our ages had been closer.
She told me how I treated her, and the respect I showed meant more than be looking like George Clooney or whoever the younger studs are now. Our personal conversations were often sexual, yes, but they were usually more sensual-involving described kissing, closeness, cuddling and "making love," and much less throat fucking, hard pounding and "fucking."
The Friday arrives, and I get to the hotel at about 2PM, an hour before check-in time, but fortune was smiling on me, and I was able to check into my room, leaving her reservation open. I had booked a suite, nothing overly fancy, but a nice chaise/couch and chair I the sitting area, a jetted tub, large walk in shower, and an incredible view of the river.
I found myself slightly shaking in nervousness and anticipation as I unpacked and put away my clothes. Fearing the worst-that she would take one look at me and run in the other direction, but also feeling that emotional pull my heart had been experiencing for several months now.
My phone alerted me to an email, and she had sent a note to say she should be pulling into the valet in 10 minutes. One last look at myself, with the ol' breath and pit check, and I headed to the elevator for a trip to the lobby. The lobby had someone playing a piano, and servers carrying around trays of drinks, as it was happy hour for guests.
Deciding not to have any alcohol, I declined, and as the waitress walked away, I looked to the door and instantly recognized her. Beautiful red hair, long with a bit of wave to it. About five foot six, wearing summer dress that subtly showed her fantastic curves. As she looked around to get her bearings, our eyes met, and I covered the 25 feet between us in a millisecond. "Harley," I said, "you look incredible."
"Thank you, David, I would have known you anywhere." As I moved to give her a hug, she leaned forward, on her tip toes, and gave me the warmest kiss I have ever experienced.
"Let's get you checked into your room, dear" I breathlessly said, after recovering from the warmth of her kiss and tight embrace.
"Um, that won't be necessary. I came here to be with you, and that is exactly what I am going to do," was her reply.
I sent the bellhop ahead to my room to deliver her bag, while we chatted a bit about her drive in.
After about 3 minutes of small talk, she asked "So do I get to see our room?" "Our room" echoed in my heart, down to my soul. My heart caught in my chest. She actually said "Our" room.
I took her hand and led her to the elevator. Another couple, probably in their 70s, entered the car as well. "Your daughter is lovely," said the Mrs. I blushed. Harley said, "Daddy, aren't you going to thank them for the compliment?" Flustered, I mumbled a "thank you" as the car stopped at their floor, the door opened and they disappeared as the door closed.
She giggled, in the innocently sexy way that she does, and said "Daddy, I hope we have a good time this weekend."
I am flushed, breathing irregularly, and this incredibly sexy young woman had her arm wrapped around mine as the car climbs the last few floors and opens into the hallway. I fumbled for the key card as we approach the door, and she asks "why are you so nervous, lover?"
As I close the door, she immediately turns around and presses me against it, saying "Please kiss me, I've been thinking about it since I woke up this morning. As I caress her jawline, our eyes meet, and my hand pulls at the small of her back, she tilts her head up and meets my lips with hers. Soon our lips part, and I find my head swimming as I taste her sweet saliva while our tongues dance together in my mouth.
