Jake walked into the hotel bar just after 9 pm. A hundred hotels and a hundred business trips over the years left him weary and made him realize even more that his good years were far behind him at fifty-eight years old.
He sat at the bar as he always did; usually near the end, so he could look at the people living and loving their lives as he once did. He remembered the butterflies in his stomach and the anticipation he used to have for the "hunt" when he was their age. He enjoyed picking his prey and culling her from the herd for the eventual trip back to his room. He never failed. Never.
But that was a different Jake. A younger Jake. This Jake was just a shell of what he once was. The butterflies left him long ago and the hunt has been replaced by his own longing for just an hour of conversation with someone who might actually be interested in him.
Jake often found himself profiling the bar patrons as he watched their antics with each other. The yuppies who had way too much hope and enthusiasm. The lounge lizards who all seemed to shop at the same clothing stores and had the same barbers. The underage college kids who had phony ID's but still acted like teenage idiots. The local MILF's who paraded through for their pick of hard body arm candy. Then, of course, the quiet ones who always seemed out of place, like they didn't really belong here but came only because their friends did.
She sat in the corner. Her chair pushed back from the table. As if she was trying to hide in the shadows between the lights. Her friends were all drinking and laughing unreasonably loud at what obviously was meant to draw attention on them.
The music was soft and low. Almost symphonic and seemed not to fit the rambunctious crowd as they acted out their roles. Her hair was long and flowing. She couldn't have been but barely twenty-one. He thought younger. Her spaghetti straps were off her shoulders and the soft mounds of her breasts were highlighted in her cleavage as she shifted in her seat. Her shoulders bare and beckoning. She seemed oblivious to everyone around her. Somewhere else in her mind. He knew that feeling. He often did that himself.
Jake turned back to face his drink. He downed it and motioned to the bartender for another. He wondered at the quiet girl in the corner. Why was she here? Which one of the noisemakers had she come with? What was she thinking?
His mind drifted to his old days. She was the type he would have gone after. He could see himself now… circling the room slowly... making eye contact... almost a scent... pounce... and capture. She would have been his for the night in the old days.
Suddenly one of the noisemakers elevated his obligatory unfunny laugh at something equally as unfunny. Jake turned to look, but not at him. His eyes found hers. Lost, confused and wanting. His heart skipped a beat as he realized she was looking past all of the commotions and straight at him. The noisemaker was her date, but she wouldn't be going home with him. Not tonight.
Stepping back in time, Jake felt himself slide from his bar stool. He knew the feeling. Long unfamiliar and distant. Rising from some deep dark place inside his ancient body. As if his heart had been waiting for his mind. The urge. The instinct. The butterflies.
Never rush... each step is deliberate... each swing of the arm... the way your shirt creases as you walk.. the way you breathe in sync with your slow gait as you cross the room... shoulders squared... chin set defiantly... nature itself requires the male of each species to dance and preen for female selection... a presentation in hopes of greater pleasures to come.
Jake knew she was watching every move as he made his way to her. He could sense her anticipation as her breasts rose and fell more rapidly as he approached. Her mouth slightly open. Her bottom lip full and wanting. As he rounded the table on her side she slid her chair back and rose to meet him. He didn't stop until he was only inches from her body. Her eyes deep blue. Almost translucent. She smelled of lotions and oils. He knew she would be sweet to the touch.. and the taste. She was so young. She was so innocent looking. She was stunning.
For the first time, Jake doubted himself. He knew she was looking into his tired eyes. His grey temples. His face with all of the creases and scars life could throw at him. Wondering at this strange man in front of her old enough to be her grandfather. The reality was beginning to set in. She deserved far better than him this night.
His eyes must have told her his thoughts as she stepped even closer to him. Her soft swollen breasts compressing slightly against his chest. Her mouth close to his. Her lips pouting as she breathed through her teeth. Jake could only feel the sway and heat of her body as the noise in the room slowly faded. His mind filtering out everything but her.
He could hear her gasp slightly as he felt her fingertips brush against his. Pulling his hand into hers so gently. Jake looked down at her bare neck and shoulders. So smooth and desirable. He wanted the rest of her more than any woman he had ever been with. They had barely looked at each other. They were barely touching. He barely heard her when she whispered, "Yes."
Jake's mind raced with thoughts of past moments just like this. Conquests of seemingly endless women throughout his years. Always in control. His mind and body primed and conditioned for every choreographed move designed to seduce the subject of his attraction. His heart numb and displaced so as not to get in the way of his intentions.
But this was different. She was different. He couldn't hide behind tomorrow's conquests anymore. There were too few of them left. He had to face the reality of today's desire. Her body pressing against his slightly as if promising pleasures beyond his belief. Her fingers entwined with his magically sending images and visions to his brain that only the two of them could see. How quickly he had gone from predator to prey.
Her mouth moved closer to his ear. He could feel her hair tickling his face. Her scent overwhelmed him and the familiar ache in his groin began to build. Like an old friend it came from the four corners of his body and gathered pace as it centered low and smoldered. She whispered, "Are you staying here? Do you have a room we can go to?" Jake actually trembled slightly as he nodded yes.
She turned from him, pulling his hand behind her. The noisemaker she came with protested loudly but she kept walking, leading Jake to the elevators. He watched her walk ahead of him in a dancer's gait. Her young strong body. The natural movement of grace and beauty. Her short skirt barely hung below her amazing buttocks as she walked, showing a slight edge of her panties as it swayed over long smooth tanned legs. She was aroused and stunning to behold.
As they stood close in front of the elevator doors, Jake could look down into her substantial cleavage. Her breasts were round and firm. He could see a tan line across a portion of her breasts. Her nipples were swollen and hard, protruding erotically against and through her top.
The elevator doors slid open and it was empty. Jake pulled her inside and as the doors closed, he spun her back to the wall and pressed his body hard against hers. She circled her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers in a long deep kiss. Their tongues explored and jousted in wet play. Jake reached under her and pulled her legs up and around him.
She reached between them and unzipped and unbuckled his pants. His cock raging to break out. Her hands guided his long thick shaft under and into her beneath the edge of her panties. She could feel his hard cock penetrate her as he pressed her fully against the elevator wall. Her hips pushed back against him and she could only hold on as he pumped his cock in and out of her.
Jake's room was on the nineteenth floor. The countdown of auditory bells stopped on the seventh floor and a young couple got on, mistakenly believing it was going down. Jake looked over his shoulder as he pushed hard and deep into her. He heard her moan, "Don't stop... please don't stop." Then she pulled him closer and arched her hips higher giving him full access.
Jake lifted her up and dropped her fully onto his cock as she cried out in complete orgasm. They both kept fucking each other as the young couple stood silently in amazement, unable to look away. Jake felt the burning rush as his cock filled her with cum. Her moans urging him to pump more and more into her. Finally, the doors opened on his floor and she slid gracefully off of Jake's cock and took his hand. She turned to smile at the young couple as she pulled Jake behind her into the hallway.
The smell of her wafted back to him as she led him down the hall. He loved the way her body bounced and jiggled naturally as he watched her beneath the swaying fabric of her clothes. As they came to his room he pulled her up short and handed her the card key.
She looked at him quizzically and then smiled as she understood. He wanted this to be her decision. She had to open the door and lead them inside. Jake stepped through the open door and pulled her close as the door slowly latched. He knew his night was just beginning. He knew there were more chapters to his story.
The room was dark except for a shaft of dim moonlight slipping between the drapes. She had never been kissed like this before. Usually, all men try to do is squeeze their tongue in her mouth as fast as they can like it’s a can of peaches.