Not long ago, I was on a massage therapy convention in Florida. My husband Allen had come along with me, having decided to take advantage of a few night's stay in a five-star hotel.
While sitting in the hotel lobby, waiting for the next seminar, I noticed a nice looking man who smiled and walked straight toward me. He looked to be in his mid-fifties, nearly twice my age. He appeared to be almost six-foot tall and possessed a decent build. I felt a swoon coming on and thought to myself that alone time with him could definitely be fun.
“Hello, I'm Robert,” he said with a grin.
“Hi, I am Brandy.”
The sound of his Texas drawl was soothing and warm. I quickly became disgusted with myself for allowing my mind to wander.
Thoughts of what it might be like to have my bare breasts against his chest raced through my head. Rarely have I ever felt such an instant attraction to a man besides my husband, whom I thought of back in the room.
“Too bad you are married,” he said, staring at my ring. “We could get to know each other a little bit more.”
“We still can,” I replied without any thought.
For a few minutes we talked about our jobs, and soon it felt as if we had known each other all our lives. I realized I had an intellectual attraction to this man as well as physical. I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have his enormous hands covering my body. We parted after awhile, and I went back to my room. I had slipped his room number into my purse, just in case.
Since I had a couple of hours to kill, I quickly kissed my husband with an intensified passion. My thoughts kept drifting to Robert's face, and wonderment at how his lips would feel on my own. I needed to relieve the sexual tension, and pictured Robert caressing my body as my husband's hands moved over my soft silk blouse. He cupped a breast in each hand and squeezed them just before unbuttoning my blouse.
My nipples waited as he slipped the cups of my bra down to reveal my breasts and super sensitive nipples. I pinched them both several times, sending a shiver of pure pleasure over my body. In seconds we were nude, and I felt my man's cock nestled in the folds of my labia. His technique tingled my clitoris, and again I envisioned Robert's hands and lips on me. I arched my back slightly to push my breasts up in the air. Allen played with them in his hands, caressing and kneading the soft mounds of flesh. My nipples responded as he gently pinched them just right to achieve the desired effect.
It only took minutes for my breath to quicken, and involuntary moans of pleasure to escape my lips. As the waves of orgasm washed over me my mind centered on the desire of Robert's body covering mine. The orgasm surprised me in its strength, convulsing my entire body as it continued in wave upon wave. Just as the intense orgasm began to subside Allen increased the nipple molestation and pushed me to a second, smaller orgasm that quickly faded. I slipped away from him, and sat for several minutes with my head back, enjoying the glow following such an intense release. Then I felt his seed spill into me with a great force.
“You really got into that!” he stated. “Who were you thinking of?”
He knew me too well. We had occasionally had sexual fun without each other, as long as it was known about prior. I told him about meeting Robert, and how he triggered something in me.
“Well, you know you can be with him if you want. Do you know how to reach him?”
“Yeah, I have his room number. Was not planning on anything. But if you are okay with it...”
“I love you so much, Brandy. If you two connect, just let me know. Okay?”
“You know I will, honey. Love you, too.”
***
Later on, I touched up my makeup, fooled around with my hair a little and decided to go with the white blouse and a buttery yellow skirt that hugged my curves. As I headed to the seminar, I pondered what do if I did contact Robert again.
After the meeting, I saw Robert in the lounge. As I sat next to him, his hand brushed my shoulder, sending a tingle through me. The minute I was close to him that very sensual feeling set every nerve in my body on alert. I ordered a glass of wine and we talked a few minutes about the hotel and a few miscellaneous topics. I found out he was 56, my elder by twenty-six years. His gentle kindness was like a soothing fuzzy blanket, and I knew what I wanted.
Since he had mentioned earlier that it had been years since he had his toes in the sand, we decided to wander out to the beach. We stopped at one of the benches behind the resort, where the property gave way to open beach and removed our shoes. Though it was after dark, the sand was still warm. He offered his arm to guide me through the deep expanse of soft sand that eventually gave way to the place along the water compacted by the tides.
The surf felt wonderful on my feet. The ocean breeze was on the calmer side, as was the surf. The moon, reflecting out in front of us, hung low out over the water. The air was a little cool and cut right through my thin silk blouse, making my nipples harden. I was grateful for the dim light of moon and distant resort lights. Eventually, we reached the pier and I tilted my watch toward the moonlight to check the time.
After a couple of beers, we were back out on the surf. As we passed under the pier, Robert reached out and took my hand. I had been careful to give him no indication of my desire for him. But I didn't pull away. On the contrary, I decided to let it play itself out since the attraction was clearly mutual.
Robert suggested we-we go over to a lounge patio and sit for a few minutes. I agreed. As we neared the light of the bar, I caught him noticing the protrusion of hard nipples inside my blouse. We wandered along the beach, holding hands. We stopped to just stand in awe of nature's beauty and the comfortable quiet.
I heard Robert's voice asking if I was cold. Before I could answer he slipped his arms around my shoulders from behind and gently held me back against his warm body. I instinctively melted against him and laid my head back against his chest. We were bathed only in moonlight. I stopped to face the ocean and enjoy the cooling breeze on my face.
Robert stood behind me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me to his warmth. This time I leaned back into him and closed my eyes. I melted into him as his arms tightened around me slightly. I could feel the slight movement of his firm arms and chest against me.
He brought a hand up and gently cupped my chin and left cheek in a gentle but demanding way.
“Look at me, Brandy,” he said huskily as he tilted my head back against his chest.
He ran a thumb over my bottom lip and I opened my mouth slightly. He bent over me from behind and kissed me softly, tenderly. The kiss deepened as we tasted and explored.
“I want this. I want you,” I said while panting slightly. “Let me text my husband so he knows I will be a little longer getting back.”