At another time, she would have never looked his way. Karen was once a happily married woman to her husband for ten years, until she caught him having an affair with his colleague at work. Now that she was happily divorced, reliving the single life had become the greatest challenge to her. She could just go and say hi to anyone, but she felt she had too much grace for that. She really wanted to know this man who sat a few bar stools away, but couldn’t figure out what to say to him.
Since the moment she checked in at the luxury hotel, she had set her eyes on this man from the moment he stood in line of the reservations desk. Her first time alone with him was at the pool and spa on the fifth floor.
She wondered why a young, attractive-looking man would come check in at a hotel alone. Every woman that passed by him he ignored. At first, she thought he was gay, but apparently wasn’t. There was no male company beside him, nor one that ever approached him. That thought stayed in the back of her head, why did he come here alone?
Karen’s story of coming here alone was to celebrate her divorce. She was interested to get to know him, but never worked a nerve to say hi, until she saw him sitting alone at the bar in the piano lounge. He displayed an expression of grief or sadness. Whatever it may be, she had to ask if he was okay.
Karen moved a couple of seats down, carrying her cosmopolitan drink with her and sat next to him to say hi. She hoped to get to know what his problem was and hope she could be any help to him. After all, she was attracted to him.
The young man didn’t pour out his feelings too easily, but he didn’t push her away. He held in his sorrow and explained that his wife had passed away a couple of months ago and now he is learning how to start his life without her. He told her that for the first time in months he had gone somewhere, but being able to enjoy it alone wasn’t fun for him.
Karen really sympathized with the man. She checked in her hotel suite to stay for a couple of days, and having to enjoy it alone really sucked. She explained to him about her lonely situation. However, she hoped she wasn’t being inappropriate about celebrating her divorce, but he was laughing about treatment her ex-husband deserved. The two later changed their subjects to keep their minds away from sorrow and break-ups, but overall they really enjoyed each other’s company.
The two took turns buying each other another round of drinks. By now, they were laughing and their night was set at bliss from all the alcohol in their system. They weren’t drunk, but tipsy enough to enjoy their night together. When they offered to go somewhere else, other than staying in the lounge, Karen told him she needed to go to her room to get a better pair of shoes, because the ones she was wearing were hurting her feet.
The young man was a real gentleman, kindly escorting her to the elevator. Without even realizing it, when they stepped in the elevator he pushed the third floor button. Karen’s room was located on the top floor. He apologized, realizing it was a force of habit, but as the elevator reach the third floor, the doors opened and everything went pitch dark in front of their eyes.
The two remained still as they tried to make sense of what was happening, but the emergency backup lights went on in the hallway and the two stepped out together. All access with the elevators were restricted. The doors closed behind them and returned to the ground floor for safety reasons.
The hallway was completely dark, but dimmed with emergency lighting. Whatever was going on was strange to say. Karen was a bit frightened, but at the same time she felt safe in the arms of the young man.
“Maybe pushing the third floor button was a good thing,” he joked. “Besides, my room is not far.”
“Then why don’t we stay in your room until the lights come back on?” she suggested, resting her head on his arm.
“It’s fine with me. I really enjoy talking to you,” as he led her to his room just halfway down the hall.
Karen got a whiff of his cologne and immediately there was something turning her on. She just wanted to extend her tongue over to his neck and lick the fragrance of him. She realized it was the alcohol making her feel this way.
The young man stopped in front of his room, inserting his key card in the slot to get access of his room. Once he opened the door, his room was pitch-dark. The only thing illuminating his hotel room was light coming from the smoke detector. It was beeping, but for now it wasn’t really any of their concern.
They let the door close behind them and instantly they were holding each other intimately.
The young man took appreciation of running his hand around her beautiful curves. She was no petite woman, but a classy-like, voluptuous woman with a body that made his cock grow hard under his pants. Even though the hotel room was entirely dark, their senses of touch, smell, and taste became their guide.
Karen, on the other hand, couldn’t recall the last time she was being held. Definitely since her husband, but it had been years since she was held in a way like the young man did. She also felt his hardness pressing against her body, leaving a twinge building inside her body. She enjoyed the way his body felt in total darkness.
The young man whispered, “Ma’am, may I say you look very beautiful tonight?”
“Thank you,” as she moved closer to give him a kiss.
Despite the darkness, the young man was able to sense her closeness of her face moving towards his. He moved closer, letting his mouth finding her's. When their lips touched everything fell into play to their kiss. They explored each other’s mouths as the young man moved his hand further down her back to caress her beautiful bottom.
Karen held on to him close. Her heart had never beat with such desire. The way he kissed her made her feel like a young teenager coming home from a hot date. She was really enjoying the way he moved his tongue inside her mouth. The moisture began trickling down her panties as she thought of him inside her.
Did it feel right for her to just go inside this young man’s dark hotel room and immediately have sex with him, especially if she didn’t know what his name was? The feeling in her body was yes, but her mind was telling her to first play it safe. She was willing to have him inside her, but not without protection.
“Oh baby,” she said between her kisses. “I never got your na—“
His index fingers found her lips through the darkness as he placed it over them and whispered, “Shh! No names yet. Let’s get this off our chest first and then get to know more about each other later.”
She licked his finger, leaving the wetness of saliva to marinate it.