Isaiah and i connected at a party. There was instant attraction. His dark muscular frame matched my soft curves perfectly. I was a tall, blue eyed brunette in my 40s. He was a former professional baseball player. We both had sparkling eyes, infectious smiles and insatiable desire.
We were the first to stay in the remodelled room. A national chain getting a needed refresh. The modern furniture was in pleasant earth tones with rich tile and wood. The fresh smell of the new carpet was discernible in the air.
We mixed drinks. A few rum and cokes while we chatted and caught up. He leaned over to kiss me. Slow and small at first and then building. My hand held his strong jaw and my thumb traced the distinctive, adorable cleft in his chin.
His hands held my waist and kept me close as he melded his lips with mine. We breathed together. His lips moved to my neck and his tasting sent shivers of pleasure down my leg and goose bumps formed. I loved that.
His attention turned to my breasts. I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall off my arms exposing black lace. He lightly stroked my chest below my collar bone, my shoulders and arms.
"This needs to come off," He said as he reached around my back and easily freed the hooks.
He enjoyed my ample beasts, bringing his face and cheeks between them. He cupped them together bringing them closer.
