Heather Jefferson was a fifty-three-year-old company executive. She was currently staying in a hotel, as she was away from home on business.
Heather was a very attractive divorcee, and she seldom went short of male attention. That attention often led to a bedroom, and Heather had had lovers aged from thirty years younger than her up to fifteen years older.
She currently had her curvy, shapely bottom perched on a bar stool as she sipped her drink, and she was well aware that she was getting glances from various males. There was a good chance that Heather would not be alone in her hotel bed later.
Her eyes met those of a handsome gentleman at the other end of the bar; he was clearly older than Heather, but that did not matter. Confident smiles went between them; Heather never lacked in confidence and it appeared that the gentleman was also self-assured.
Heather kept her eyes on the gentleman and teasingly licked her lips. Although he was certainly older than her, he was fit looking and rather dishy.
The gentleman left the far end of the bar and moved towards Heather, as she had been confident that he would.
"Good evening, young lady, can I buy you a drink?" asked the man, who was even better looking close up than at a bar's length's distance.
"Young lady? I like the sound of that," replied Heather, giving the man an incredibly sexy smile, and slightly squirming her backside on the stool.
"My name is Simon, and you are?" said the man.
"Hello, Simon, does your wife know that you are here?" teased Heather, who was not particular whether the males that she bedded were married or not.
"My wife and I are happy to let each other do as they please," answered Simon; he still did not know the woman's name.
"That is very civilised, my name is Heather," replied Heather.
"And is there a man lucky enough to be married to you?" asked Simon, noticing that there was no ring on Heather's wedding ring finger.
"There was once, but now divorced," answered Heather, pretty sure that she had got herself some hotel room company.
"Are you here for business or pleasure?" smiled Simon, thinking that the chances of having sex with this beautiful woman were very high.
"Both, hopefully, how about you?" smiled Heather.
"Exactly the same, my dear, would you like that drink?" said Simon; they were not quite touching, but very close.
"Yes, please, maybe we can go and chat in the corner," said Heather, nodding toward a table and two chairs in a quiet part of the bar.
"That would be splendid," said Simon, before ordering the drinks.
Simon Forrest was aged sixty-four, and he and his wife Theresa had long had an open marriage. Theresa was currently getting regular fucking from a nineteen-year-old stud.
Heather slid off her bar stool and Simon, with the drinks, followed her to the corner. Heather was wearing a black jacket and skirt suit; the skirt was tight across her buttocks, as Simon noted.
"Thank you, Simon," smiled the now-seated Heather, as Simon handed her her drink.
"My pleasure, my dear," said Simon.
"So your wife would not mind you buying a strange woman a drink?" said Heather.
"I don't think that you are strange," chuckled Simon.
"Maybe I am not, but you know what I meant," said the ever-smiling Heather.
"To answer your question, my wife knows that I have an eye for an attractive lady, just like she has an eye for a stiff penis," said Simon.
"But not your stiff penis?" asked Heather, thinking that maybe Simon was getting no sex at home.
"Oh, quite often my stiff penis, but she likes others too," responded Simon.
"Is your penis stiff at the moment, Simon?" asked Heather; they had still not quite touched.
"Indeed it is, it started to harden the moment that I saw you," answered Simon.
"I am very flirty, aren't I?" smiled Heather.
"Very flirty, and very sexy," said Simon.
"And naughty," chucked Heather.
"Naughty girls sometimes need a good spanking," said Simon.
"And no doubt you are an expert in spanking naughty girls," replied Heather.
"Not necessarily an expert, but I have certainly warmed many pairs of female buttocks over the years," said Simon, with a glint in his eyes as he imagined having Heather over his knee.
"Do you spank your wife?" asked Heather, who was getting very turned on with the prospect of getting a spanking and a fucking from this handsome man.
"I do, and I cane her sometimes, she loves both," replied Simon.
"I have never been caned, I quite like a good spanking though," said Heather.
"Do you, now? If only there was someone here that would like to give you such a thing right now," smiled Simon.
"Yes, just imagine, if there was such a person, we could go to my hotel room and they could spank my bottom, and there is no telling what might happen after that," said Heather, squirming in her seat.
"Well, I suppose that we could discuss this further in your room," said Simon.
"I think that that is an excellent idea, Simon," replied Heather.
"Lead the way, my dear," said Simon, standing and then holding Heather's chair as she got up.
Simon was very tempted to caress Heather's shapely bottom as she led the way out of the bar, but that could wait.
They went to the lifts and were disappointed that they did not have a ride to themselves; they were longing to get their hands on each other. The lift pinged to a standstill on Heather's floor and they were again disappointed when another occupant of the lift got out there.
The other person from the lift went into a room a little further down the corridor, and Simon, at last, got his hand on Heather's arse as she gigglingly unlocked her room door.
Once inside, they faced each other and kissed. The kissing was sensual, loving and passionate, as hands roamed over bodies.
"Right, shall we continue our discussion?" said Heather, taking Simon's hand, and going to the bed where they sat side by side.
"Oh yes, we were discussing spanking your bottom, weren't we?" said Simon.
"We were, do you think that you could do that for me?" pouted Heather.
"I could, but when I spank a lady she ends up with very sore buttocks, no messing about," warned Simon.
"I find that getting a good spanking turns me on more and more, I am usually longing for a fuck after a spanking," said Heather, her hand caressing the bulge in Simon's trousers.