I opted to revisit my first stories on Literotica. I wrote this story sitting alone in a hotel room. I decided to fix it up and finish the tale.
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ETHAN WAS GETTING exhausted of the life of living in a hotel. He was away on business and had left his wife and kids back home. He was now on day fourteen and still had two weeks to go before he would return home. The drudgery of his life consisted of waking, showering, heading to the seminars, coming back to the lonely hotel room, trying to find someplace interesting to eat, masturbating, and falling asleep. He felt he was trapped in the movie
Groundhog Day
.
He had been married for just over ten years but had been with his wife four years prior to that. He was bored with the monotony of his life and quite frankly was hoping to hook up with another married woman in order to satiate his burning desire for sexual adventure. Ethan was forty. He felt strange acknowledging that to himself. He certainly didn't feel forty. He felt and looked like a much younger man. He looked about thirty. It helped, he felt, that he shaved his head clean. He suffered from male-pattern baldness and hated the circle of hair that went around his head. One day he simply shaved it all off and never looked back. He looked good bald. It suited him. He wasn't an athletic person. He had never been into sports or working out, but he had been skinny his whole life, but now, approaching middle-age he had grown a little girth around his waist that still felt foreign to him.
Ethan was a sex addict. He had been ever since he had first discovered masturbation. There was rarely a day that went by that he didn't jerk off watching pornography. For years, he had been content to simply fantasise and reach orgasm. Now, he had delved deeper and deeper into more exotic porn scenes to reach climax. He suspected that he was wearing himself out and becoming numb to sex. Nonetheless, he thought and craved sex almost continuously. His wife could not meet his desires and didn't like sexual exploration. This left him frustrated and unsatisfied.
Alone in the hotel room, he found himself searching the online dating services daily. He had sent countless emails to various women in the area. He was a sincere man, and good looking. He thought of himself as someone that a woman could trust. Secretly, he was scared of the prospect of meeting a strange woman, but his desire drove him. Now after two weeks, and the only response turning into a porn site solicitation, he had started to admit defeat. No one was responding. Frustrated he left the hotel and headed out for dinner. It was a Saturday night and he was tired of being alone and bored.
He ate alone in a nearby sushi restaurant he liked. He would come every day, but it was expensive despite his travel allowance. As he sat down at his table, he noticed woman glancing his way. Months ago, he had stopped asking himself if he imagined that woman looked at him more now that he shaved his head. His wife one day had mentioned it to him and confirmed it. She thought the change in his looks was quite remarkable and had told him. Ethan had been doubtful at first, but now he noticed more women glancing his way and smiling at him. They ranged in age from early twenties to early fifties. He enjoyed the attention and fantasised doing something about it. But he knew he was a coward. He simply didn't have the nerve.
Finishing his sushi he decided that a vanilla latte would make a nice end to the evening. He had eaten late this evening and it was now near closing time for most of the stores in area. He knew where a certain Seattle coffee chain outlet was near the hotel and decided to drive the extra mile to go there. He drove up and parked his rental car and locked it with the key fob. The car chirped twice, and the headlights flashed. As he approached the entrance to the coffee house, he decided he would sit and relax with the latte rather than to get it to go.
He opened the door and stepped inside. He noticed only a few patrons remained inside and they were lounged in the large couches and lounge chairs. Muted conversation droned under the soft jazz music playing on the speakers. He always found the people that sat in the coffee chain stores to be either students or artsy types who discussed topics beyond their understanding and had all the answers.
Pompous assholes
, he secretly thought to himself. Then he thought,
what will people think of me if I sit here?
He laughed to himself and was startled when he actually laughed out loud a bit.
One of the coffee house female workers was crouched down near him stocking coffee on the shelves and she looked up at him at his laugh and smiled. She was quite beautiful. She was maybe twenty-five-years-old. Thin, perhaps too thin he thought, with small breasts and a thin waist and hips, but a noticeable round and pert ass. The way she crouched made it more pronounced in her Lulu Lemon yoga pants. Her lower back was exposed, and he could catch a glimpse of the start of the crack of her ass, and the black G-string she wore.
Ethan loved asses. He was never a tits man. A beautiful tight round ass always captured his full attention. Ethan smiled down at the girl and surprised himself by saying hello. Ethan had found that lately, now that he was older, that his nervousness in talking to women had all but faded. Marriage and kids had all but wiped out his self-consciousness. The only reason that he managed to find and marry his wife was that for one spectacular moment in time when he had tossed aside his fears and approached his future wife in a bar and engaged her in normal, fearless conversation.
The girl stood up and reached up to pull her long sandy blond hair away from her face and tuck it behind her left ear. She self-consciously straightened her apron and watched Ethan stroll by with a smile. Ethan kept looking at her as he went by and beamed his most friendly smile. He noticed her name tag identified her only as Amber.
"Hi, hon," he said and chastised himself for using such a familiar with her.
"Hi, there," she responded and then looked down at Ethan's waist for an instant before looking back up at him.
Ethan's heart sped up by a small amount.
Did she just check out my package?
He immediately grew nervous and excited at the same time. He continued walking past and approached the empty counter. Another girl was behind the counter cleaning the counter with a rag. She looked up at him as he approached and smiled and asked what she could do for him. Ethan went through a variety of explicit answers in his head before simply ordering a large vanilla latte. Her name tag identified her as Brigitte.
This girl was just as beautiful as the first. She had short brown hair with brown eyes that gave her a sultry look. She had a prominent chest covered by a small apron, a slim waist, and what appeared to be a lovely ass from the front. She looked to be twenty-four with perfect complexion with just a hint of freckles splashed across her nose. She had full red lips, glossed heavily. When they parted Ethan wanted nothing more than to kiss them.
Ethan's cock made a faint stir in his pants. The girl turned to make his order and his cock gave another lurch. She had a spectacular ass. He could see that it was one of those asses that if she stood with her feet together and you got behind her, you would see a beautiful gap between her thighs giving you a full view of her pussy and the daylight beyond. He stared at that ass transfixed. A sound to his left took his attention away and he looked over to see Amber standing next to him arranging some biscotti. She grinned at him and it became immediately clear that she had been watching him staring at the other girl's ass. It was also clear that she found it amusing.
Unbelievably, she leaned in and whispered to him "I know. Pretty nice isn't it?" and then giggled and walked around the counter. Ethan could only nod. He felt like an idiot and a pervert standing there gawking.
His latte was made, and Brigitte turned and handed it to him and looked puzzled at him. He knew he must look like a little boy caught with a broken vase at his feet. She looked down at herself for a moment and then looked at him and smiled broadly, showing her perfect white teeth, and handed the latte to him. As he took it in his hand their fingers overlapped, and she couldn't let go. They froze like that for an instant staring at one another and then Ethan quickly moved his hand to take the latte by holding the rim. Brigitte laughed a beautiful clear laugh that rang like a bell. Ethan paid with cash and tipped generously.
Amber turned at the sound of the coins landing in the jar. "Thanks!"
