Dear readers,
Some of you know me and my stories. I wrote a story a few years ago about meeting a woman from Literotica named Violet. I liked that story and decided to write a newer version. I incorporated many of my sex dreams into this one, and I hope you enjoy it. You will recognize many themes that I have used over and over.
I hope you will comment on it.
Thank you for your support.
Jay
I knew her as soon as I entered the hotel bar. She said she'd wear red, but that wasn't it.
She was a woman sitting alone, but that wasn't it either.
It was her breasts.
I knew their size and I knew her lips from the image she had posted on Literotica. She glanced at the doorway and I saw a smile form in the corners of her mouth. Blond hair drifted across her eyes, she tossed back. I started for the table.
She assessed me as I approached. Age fifty-two, five foot nine, grey hair, glasses, slightly balding, nice teeth, I could pass as your optometrist.
She was five seven, age around early to mid-forties, great smile, good skin, good teeth and only a few pounds overweight. I could tell that she tried hard. Many people stop trying.
"Jess, I smiled. I'm Jay."
I leaned down and gave her cheek a light kiss. She did the same. Her scent was intoxicating.
I got a closer look at her body, she was the real deal.
"Hi, so what do I say, Strange meeting you here?"
We laughed.
"Can I order us a drink?"
"Vodka Martini."
"Me too." I said.
The waitress came and I ordered two doubles.
She was back in five minutes with the drinks in chilled glasses.
"To whatever you wish for," I said.
"And to you too, she smiled. I know you're going to get what you wished for."
I blushed slightly, she laughed and held out her hand. I took it. She was trembling.
"We don't have to rush, let's just talk," I said
"So what do you do?"
We talked for an hour, making it to our third drink. She had removed her coat after the first one, her silk scarf by the second. She wore a knit dress with a buttoned front, but only three of the six buttons were closed. She had not worn a bra. Her DD breasts and hard nipples were there for me to see. She smiled as she watched my eyes take in the view that she has purposely created for me. By the third drink, she was leaning forward and looking into my eyes when they weren't darting down to her cleavage and back again.
I talked about my career as a background actor and playwright. She told me funny stories about working in a law office.
"Do you want to go to a quieter location?" I said.
"Where do you suggest?"
"I happened to have a room in this hotel," I ordered two more martini's to go.
She sat on the couch, I sat on the opposite chair. I stared at her. "Do you know what you do to men?" I said.
"Tell me."
"You make us crazy with desire for you. Your body, your eyes, and your mouth are like a magnetic drug. I will do anything you ask."
"Anything?"
"Yes."
"I'll have to test that."
We went up the elevator to my room. I drew her to me and put my lips on hers before the door opened. She opened her mouth and assaulted me with her tongue. The battle ensued up to the fifteenth floor.
Somehow we found the room. We just about fell inside, careful not to spill the drinks. I cornered her in the hall and continued kissing her. She dropped her coat and bag, I pulled off mine. I continued with my belt and pants, then my shirt, while she shed her clothes as quickly as possible.
Her scent was wildwood, and her skin was soft and had a complementary fragrance. We were standing in the living room, clothes strewn at our feet.
Her blouse strained to contain her breasts, my erection poked at my underpants.
"I want to see you, she said."
I dropped my underwear and looked at my throbbing waxed four-inch cock spring into the open air. I stared in her eyes. She lowered one bra strap, then the other.
"You do it, she said."
I reached around and unclasped her bra and freed her restrained breasts, they spilled forward onto my chest.
She stepped out of her thong, and my cock brushed her stomach.
"What do you think we should do now?" She said.
"I want to suck you, Jess," I said as we backed up to the couch.
We walked backward, she sat down and then she put her heels on the couch, opening her legs and exposing her neatly waxed vagina.
I fell to my knees and began to lick her inner thighs, she ground her hips into the sofa and thrust her vagina towards my mouth. "What do you want?" I whispered.
"I want to be sucked."
"You want me to suck you."
"Yes."
"Tell me how."
She was cupping her breasts and pulling on her nipples. I could see wetness forming in her slit
"I want your tongue up inside me."
"Show me how you play with your breasts, pull on your nipples."