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“Excuse me. Do you work here?”
She stopped him on the main concourse. He was immediately impressed with her elegance. It was unusual at a football game. Slim in a dark blue jersey dress, small breasts, neatly coiffed brown hair, perfect makeup, and high heel shoes.
He smiled, “I am employed here. I work as little as possible.”
She smiled at his joke as though she had heard a version of it before. “Where can I get a cab after the show?”
It was not a show but he decided not to correct her. “I’m sure that when the game is over, there will be cabs lined up out front.”
“Damn, I hate cabs. They always try to rip off a woman when she’s alone.”
“Where are you staying?”
She told him the name of the hotel. “Don’t worry. That’s a straight shot from here. It’s on the same street.”
“Well, maybe I’ll just walk.” Her hands fluttered as though she might fly.
He shook his head. “I wouldn’t recommend it. It’s about twenty blocks and those shoes are not made for walking.” He thought for a minute. “Look, when I leave here, I’ll be going right by your hotel. If you’d like to wait, I’ll give you a lift.”
“Oh, no. I don’t want you to go out of your way.”
“As I said, it’s a straight shot. After I drop you off, I will drive another ten miles on the same road and my home is two blocks from it. It will not be a problem.”
She eyed him. He was a little over six feet, buzz cut, in his security jacket; not heavy enough to be a full back, not skinny enough to be an end. She must have decided he didn’t look like a rapist. “If you’re sure, I would appreciate it.”
“It’s settled. Let me have your phone.”
She pulled it from a dark blue purse that was hardly big enough to hold much else. He dialed his number and when it rang, he ended the call.
“Okay, just outside the main entrance there’s a bar, The Goal Post. Go have a drink. I’ll call you when I’m ready to leave and I’ll pick you up out front.”
“Fine. If you’re sure?”
“Absolutely. See you then.”
She turned and walked toward the main entrance and he enjoyed watching the swing of her very tight fanny in the jersey dress. He wondered if it were natural or if she was doing it for his entertainment. If she did, it was working.
When the game was over, he assisted in clearing the stadium, retrieved his car and called her. As he pulled up to the bar, she was waiting outside, with two guys talking to her. When he tapped his horn, she quickly left them and climbed in.
“Thanks again,” she sighed.
“Look, you obviously had two guys very interested in your staying. And if you want to, I’ll understand.”
“No. I want to go home. Well, to my hotel, anyway.”
They rode for a few minutes, with him enjoying her fragrance. As close as he could guess, it was lemons and apples, probably margaritas and shampoo.
“Tell me, why is a lovely lady like yourself alone at a game?”
“My daughter, Elaine, is getting married and she and her best friend, Margie, and I decided to have a bachelorette week-end together.”
“And where are they?”
“They picked up two guys. Told me they were going to take them somewhere and make love. No, what Elaine said was ‘We’re going to fuck their brains out.’ I could understand that with Margie. She’s always been a little wild, but Elaine, my daughter… She’s getting married next month.”
“Hey, there were two guys back there that would have been happy to make love to you.”
“What? No. I’m an old lady, a mother, hoping to be a grandmother.”
“But you’re still a beautiful woman. I would not have guessed you were old enough to have a daughter old enough to marry.”
“Thank you, but…” She was quiet for a minute, and asked, “Both of them?”
“Yes. Have you ever had two at the same time?”
“It makes for great orgasms.”
She shook her head, “I don’t have orgasms. I’m married.”
He laughed, “The two are not mutually exclusive. Do you and your husband still make love?”
“Yeah, but it’s not very exciting anymore. Hell, we’ve been married twenty six years.”
“Do you give him blow jobs?”
“Does he eat you?”
“Kiss your vagina?”
“Not since we got married. He did when we were dating, but not anymore.”
“He did it to get you to give him blow jobs, but once you got married, he didn’t think it was necessary.”
“I never thought of it that way, but you’re probably right.”
He pulled up in front of her hotel. “Here we are.”
She looked around, “You’re right, I could never have walked this far.” She started to get out but turned to him, “Look, you’ve been so nice, let me buy you a drink.”
All night he had been watching people carrying cold beers while he was limited to water and colas. “Sure, I’d like that.”
He handed the car keys to the valet and followed her into the bar. They found a small table and sat across from each other. The waitress took their order, a beer for him and a margarita for her.
She excused herself and went to the ladies.’ When she returned, she kaçak iddaa sat closer to him. The waitress had brought their drinks.
She lifted her glass, “Thank you.” And they sipped.
He enjoyed the cold crisp taste of the beer, refraining from smacking his lips in satisfaction. “Now, as I was saying. I believe that every woman who has sex, deserves to have an orgasm, married or not. But wives tend to submit to the premise that once they’re married, it isn’t necessary. I contend that the reason that don’t have more orgasms, is they don’t demand them.”
“That’s difficult once you’re married.”
“When your husband makes love to you, do you make noise or just lie there until he’s done?”
“I guess I make a little noise,” she shrugged.
He shook his head, “When I have someone at home it’s not a problem, but when we’re in a hotel, more than once I’ve been interrupted by a call from the desk to keep it down. Once, right in the middle of love making, there was a knock on the door. I was surprised that the manager would take the time but I went to the door, holding a pillow in front of me. I opened it and there was a woman standing there, very upset. She was wearing a hotel robe and her hair was mussed. She said she was in the next room and asked if we would keep it down. Before I could say anything, the woman I was with jumped out of bed, naked, came over and hugged her, apologized. But then she started kissing the woman and pulled her into the room. She knelt down in front of her, pushed open her robe and nuzzled her. She pushed up her gown and began kissing and licking her vagina. She stood, pushed off the woman’s robe, lifted her gown over her head and led her to the bed.”
“Where were you?”
“I found a chair and just sat and watched.”
He laughed, “Well, I still had my pillow.
“But the point I want to make is that you should be noisy. Tell your lover what you want him to do, and when he’s doing something you like, cheer.”
“And if I don’t like it?”
“Boo, hiss.” He cocked his head to the side, “What has he done that you didn’t like?”
“He tried to poke me in back.”
“Ah, and you were too tight.”
“I will agree. It takes patience, but if you are properly stretched, it can be very exciting.”
She shook her head, “I don’t think so.”
“Now, if you can’t get your husband to spend more time bringing you to orgasm, then you have the right to take other measures.”
“What does that mean?”
“First, get you a vibrator or a dildo. When your husband doesn’t satisfy you, use it.”
“You mean, slip away to the bathroom and diddle myself?”
“Oh, hell no, do it right there in bed with him. It may excite him enough to get him up again.”
“What if he complains?”
“Make it clear, it’s his fault. If he had taken his time, you wouldn’t need it. And if that doesn’t work, get another lover.”
“I love my husband.”
“Okay, get another sex partner, male or female.”
“Sure. Your daughter’s friend?”
“Yes, I bet she would jump at the chance to make love with you. After the wedding, invite her over. Ask her to seduce your husband and both of you make love to her.
“And you’re in the middle of a wedding. Get the best man alone, kneel down in front of him, pull out his penis and start sucking it.”
“What if he stops me?”
“Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And once you’ve got him nice and hard, stand up, turn your back to him, lift you skirt, lower your pants and bend over a chair. I’ll bet he fucks you right there. Now, it won’t be a great fuck, but once the ice is broken,
he’ll beg to come back for more.
She took a deep breath. “I can’t believe we’ve been talking like this.”
“Some things are easier to discuss with a stranger.”
She shook her head, probably trying to adjust to the discussion. She lifted her drink and finished it.
“Another? He asked.
“I think I’ve had enough.” She called the waitress over with the check. Before he could reach it, she had signed it with her room number.
She looked across the table, reached into her purse and placed her key on the table.
“Walk me to my room.”
He followed her across the lobby like a Purina champion at a dog show. He didn’t see why she felt she needed protection, but he didn’t mind taking a few more minutes.
They stepped into the elevator and the doors closed.
They had not touched but suddenly she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a kiss, her tongue invading him, tasting of margaritas. He placed his hands on her fanny and pulled her against his growing erection. The kiss went on and on. He used his fingers to inch the back of her dress up until he was touching her pants. He pushed inside them, his hands against her bare bottom.
The elevator door opened. They were still at the lobby.
There was a man and woman waiting there. The man was in a suit and his eyes bulged, and his jaw dropped. The lady was in a green cocktail dress, smiled and said, “We’ll take the next one.”
The kaçak bahis doors closed and they broke the embrace long enough for her to push the button for her floor.
When the doors opened again, she stepped away and pulled her skirt down. She took his arm, and pressing her breast against it, led him to her room.
Once inside, he turned on the light. She turned it off, leaving the room in the dim glow of the outside lights and embraced him again.
He again inched her dress up until he could grasp the hem with both hands and pulled it up and over her head without any resistance. She was wearing a simple white bra that was quite capable of containing her small breasts. Her serviceable white pants went from her waist to the top of her thighs. He reached behind her and unfastened her bra, freeing her pink nipples. They were still soft until he leaned down and began sucking one as he fondled the other.
He knelt in front of her and nuzzled below her tummy. He pushed her pants down and found they were soaking wet. He discovered a curly bush that appeared to never have been trimmed. He helped her step out of her pants and shoes. He nuzzled deeper, enjoying the fragrance of her arousal. Her hands were behind his head, pulling him in.
He stood and led her to the bed. He pulled the sheets back and she lay down, one hand modestly across her breasts, the other between her legs. She leaned back and closed her eyes, one leg straight, the other knee raised.
He quickly undressed and knelt at the foot of the bed. He raised both her knees and spread her legs. He kissed her thighs, one then the other, easing up to her bush. When he lightly kissed her vaginal lips, she moaned. He brought his hand up and inserted a finger. His other hand parted her lips and found her clit.
“You’re going to make a promise to yourself. Repeat after me, ‘I’m going to come.”
“I’m going to come,” she breathed.
“I’m going to come.”
“Again and keep repeating it.”
“I’m going to come. I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”
He had two fingers inside her, his longest curled up, searching for her elusive g-spot. Her mantra changed from a promise to a warning. “I’m going to come.” She moaned as her spasm ran through her whole body.
He didn’t remove his hands, but he stopped stroking. As she began to relax, he said, “Don’t stop the mantra.” He removed his hand from her clit and leaned down and kissed it as he slipped his hand under her. Her clit was large enough that he could suck it and with one hand still in her vagina, he began stroking her anus with the other.
He broke away from her clit, “The mantra,” he encouraged.
“I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”
Using her natural moisture, he stroked her asshole and inserted a finger.
Again she moaned.
He listened and as it neared her peak, he pushed two fingers into her ass.
She screamed. “I’m going to come.”
Her body shook. She was mumbling. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, please fuck me. I want you in me.”
He eased his hands out of her and moved up to kiss her navel, then her breasts. Supporting himself above her, he adjusted his position until his cock was between her vaginal lips. He found his spot and pushed in.
She was panting, “That’s much better.”
“I’m going to come.”
He continued to stroke slowly in and out as she continued to chant.
He grabbed her knees and pushed them up to her shoulders and slipped out of her.
“No,” she cried.
He took her hand and pulled it down between her legs and helped her to insert two fingers. With her rolled up, he moved the tip of his cock between her cheeks, pressing it against her anus.
“I’m going to come.”
She chanted, she moaned. He pushed in past her sphincter and stopped. She continued to chant. Little by little he pushed further, deeper. He watched as her hand went faster and faster.
“I’m going to coooooome.” And the tightening of her asshole was enough to set him off. He sent shot after shot into her as she shook. He continued stroking until he was too soft to stay in.
She had stopped chanting. She had stopped moving. He lay down beside her and watched the rise of fall of her nipples to be sure she was still breathing.
After a moment, she took a deep breath. “Damn, damn, damn. That was good.”
“No, great. I’ve never had an orgasm like that.”
“But you can have more just like that. Remember the mantra.”
“I’m going to come. I like that.”
They kissed and he held her for a few minutes, then sat up.
“Don’t go,” she begged. “Spend the night with me.”
“I should be gone before the girls come back.”
“They’ve got a separate room.”
“I’ve got to get home to my wife.”
“Your wife?” She was quiet, realizing he was married. “Do you make love to her like that?”
“Almost every night. We’ve gotten older so we have to go to bed earlier. But yes.”
“She’s a lucky woman.”
He dressed, returned to the bed. He kissed illegal bahis her and guided her hand between her legs. He pulled the sheet up and covered her.
He kissed her. “Mantra.”
He slipped out the door, listening to her. “I’m going to come. I’m going…”
When he got home, Jan was sitting up in bed, wearing one of his old pajama tops, her short blonde hair spread on the pillow.
“Well, you’re home. How was the game?”
“Why are you so late? Did it go into overtime?”
“No. I brought you a gift.” He handed her a pair of panties.
She held them up and studied them, “I’d never wear anything like this.” She hardly wore more than a thong. She held them up between two hands. “Besides, they’re way too small. Where did you get them?”
“At the end of the game, a lady asked me where to get a taxi. We talked. I found out she was at a hotel that was on my way home and I offered her a ride. She accepted.”
“Tell me about this lady. What did she look like?”
“She had nice brown hair, curled at her shoulders. I’m guessing between forty and fifty.”
“A youngster.” At fifty-three, Jan was age conscious. “What kind of body?”
“She was fairly skinny, small boobs, narrow waist, wide hips.” Jan was not fat. She was built solid, like an NFL linebacker. And she was quick. She had large tits that had always required support and he was always willing to lend a hand. Or two.
“Why was she alone?”
“Her daughter is getting married and she brought her and the daughter’s best friend to town for girl’s getaway.”
“A batchorlette party.” She pursed her lips, “So where was her daughter?”
“Seems the girls picked up some guys and, as she quoted her daughter, planned to screw their brains out. Anyway, I took her back to her hotel, she offered me a drink, I accepted. She asked me to her room, I went.”
“And?” her eyebrows rose.
“I gave her another ride.” He smiled. “While we were drinking, she told me she had been married twenty-five years and hadn’t had an orgasm since her honeymoon. She gives her husband a blow job to get him up, he climbs on top and pumps away till he comes.”
“No orgasms in twenty-five years? Did you change that?”
“Oh, yeah. Four or five times.”
Jan tilted her head, “What did she taste like?”
He leaned over and kissed her, letting her draw in his tongue.
She licked her lips. “Salt, lime, and tequila. She was drinking margaritas. Or is that your salt? Let me taste your cock.”
“No. Not till I’ve cleaned up a bit.”
She shook her head, “You didn’t?”
He shrugged, “I went down on her. Sucked her clit, tongued her.”
“What did it look like?”
“She may have trimmed from time to time, but she had a nice brown bush.”
“You like a bush?”
“Not especially.” Jan kept hers shaved from clit to asshole. He helped. “But I didn’t let it stop me.”
“What did she taste like?”
“It was obvious she had been drinking margaritas, but if someone could make a margarita that tasted like that, they would be famous.”
“Does her husband go down on her?”
“No. Not since they got married. Anyway, I got three fingers in her and she had an orgasm. But I didn’t stop. I kept eating her while I played with her ass hole. I got two fingers in and she came again. Then I rolled her knees up to her shoulders, got her playing with her cunt while I fucked her ass.”
She shook her head, “You’ve ruined her.” She smiled.
“I told her to get her husband more involved, get a dildo and get another lover.”
“Ruined.” She shook her head. “How long is she going to be in town?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “The weekend I guess.”
“I wish I had met her.”
“Well, let’s see.” He pulled out his phone and dialed.
“It’s me. I just wanted to see if you were alright.”
He was silent, listening.
“Look, I was wondering. What are you doing tomorrow?”
Again he listened. “Let the girls go shopping. I’ll pick you up for lunch at eleven.”
“Okay, good. Are you alright?” He looked over at Jan and brought his finger to his lips as he punched the speaker button.
The phone chirped, “I’m sore.”
“I’m sore too.”
“You didn’t like it?”
“Oh, yes. I loved it but I’ve never done it before.”
“Maybe tomorrow we can get you a butt plug.”
“I’ll show you. You’re holding the phone with one hand. Where’s the other one?”
“I was just rubbing my nipples.”
“Slip it down between your legs. Are you still wet?”
“Yes, damn it. I can’t stop.”
“Which is best for your clit, tapping or rubbing?”
He looked over. Jan had her hands under the covers and he grabbed the sheet and flipped it back so he could watch her hands between her legs.
“What is you mantra?”
“I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”
“Lay the phone down and use both hands, one on your clit, the other in your cunt.”
“Oh. Fuck. I’m going to come. I’m going to come. I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”
She grew louder and faster. Then she screamed.
He watched as Jan shook with her sympathetic orgasm.
He heard the phone fumbling. “Thank you. That was almost as good as having you here.”
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