On my way home from shopping one night I decided to go to the Tanning salon to relax and pamper myself. The heat from the bulbs will feel good after the last 2 hours of shopping errand running I thought. There are a couple other reasons I like to go, besides the tan there are some absolute HUNKS working there on Friday and Saturday nights. Most are about 15 years younger, but what the hell they are still old enough.
Walking into the shop, I couldn't help but smile as I seen Michael. He has a perfect body. He has dark hair and dark complexion with beautiful sky-blue eyes. He's about 6'4, 220, muscles everywhere. He was gorgeous but wasn't one of those guys that knew he was too. He was as sweet as he was cute. The first day I ran into Michael there, he sold me a tanning package, tanning lotion and after tan lotion. He could have offered me a piece of the parking lot and I would have bought it.
Anyway, Michael checked me into the computer and told me it would be a few minutes before the Tower would be available. We stood there and chatted a little about the weather and every day things. Finally, I get the nerve to ask him what his age is. WOW, he's only 26 years old, 12 years younger than me. When he asked me my age I wanted to lie but before I could think I blurted out, "I'm an old woman compared to you, I'm 38." Michael told me that I wasn't old and he thought I was a lot younger. I told him I needed to give him a hug and kiss for saying something so kind like that to me.
Right about then the door to the tanning booth I was waiting on opened. Damn, I wanted to see where this conversation was going. Michael went over to the computer and punched in some numbers. He told me the booth would be ready as soon as he wiped it down. I followed him down the hall and waited for him to finish. I stepped in the door about the same time he was stepping out and we got real close. I could hear him kind of sigh and moan as he brushed against my breast. As I stepped on in the room, Michael asked me if I need anything else. I thought of plenty of things I needed but nothing he 'would' help me with.
The entire time in the tanning booth I thought of Michael and what he could do for me. Maybe I should have asked him to help me put my lotion on. Oh, well. My 15 minutes were up and I needed to get myself home. When I walked to the reception area Michael followed me out the door. He asked me to come back and keep him company one night and he handed me his schedule and cell number. He said he enjoyed talking to me and hoped we could talk again soon. WOW....What just happened there??? Was he kind of asking me out? I noticed that his schedule was the same Saturday and Sunday night, 3 – 9 p.m. I asked Michael what was a good slow time of the day for him. He said if I come in about 8:30, he'd give me a free tan. And we could visit after my tan and before he locked up.
I left the shop that night on cloud nine. Driving home all I could see was his cute face with the small mustache and goatee with dimples. Before bed I decided to get my toy out. I had been so excited thinking about Michael, I needed to release some frustration. I laid down with me vibrator and started rubbing the head of it around my clit. Slowly sliding it up and down over and over pressing harder and faster. Finally, while thinking of Michael, I slide the tip of my toy in my pussy. I can feel the toy sliding in and the sounds of my wet juices sucking it inside me. The vibrations feels so good as I slide it in and out of my sweet hot pussy. Within minutes I could feel myself getting close to climax. I couldn't hold it when I shoved the toy all the way deep inside and held it there while I fingered my clit. My legs went stiff and I started shoving the toy in and out.... Damn, that was good.
