After a rather messy divorce, which was entirely my own fault, I had been rebuilding my life and trying to avoid the multiple affairs that had plagued the previous ten years. Luckily, in some ways, we had no children, so apart from the financial settlement, I had become a free agent. I had a good job and had travelled widely as a result of it, taking me away from home for weeks at a time. This hadn't helped my marriage. Looking back on it now, it was astonishing that it had lasted as long as it had.
I was in Austin, Texas, for a series of meetings with a key business partner, and enjoying being taken around and shown the sights. One evening, my host, a likeable guy called Tom, said he was taking me to the best club in the city, but I had better be ready to dance, as there were lots of lovely women who went there. I took that as a rival bit of Texan hyperbole and went along happily with his suggestion.
The club was huge, tables around the sides, a long bar at one end and the stage at the other. The sound system was real state-of-the-art stuff, which meant deafening, but the band was great. Once we'd grabbed a cold beer and found a table, we settled in for the duration. After about a half hour, the singer, a sultry, dark- haired, dark-eyed woman, announced that the next one would be a ladies' invitation. The set started and couples took to the floor. Imagine my surprise then when I was confronted by a young woman who came to stand in front of me demanding that I dance with her. She was gorgeous, her tight jeans clinging to her body, and a blouse that stretched sexily over her high, proud breasts, unbuttoned just enough to show their swell, and a sexy smile. I really didn't have much of a decision to make.
"Tom, did you set this up?", I asked. But he said not, and then she grabbed my hand and led me to the floor. I hadn't danced for a while, but the rhythm soon got me moving, and when the song changed to a slow waltz, she came into my arms, and then at least we could talk.
"You dance pretty good", she said, "For an old man, anyway."
That put me in my place all right, but considering she was probably half my age, I couldn't exactly object.
"There's life in the old dog still," I responded.
"Oh, you're not so old, and anyway, I like older men," she purred in my ear and pressed her body closer to mine.
I could feel myself responding to her, despite my intention to be better behaved.
"There's certainly life there," she laughed.
We danced a few more dances, and when I asked her to join Tom and me at our table. She agreed and didn't let my hand go as we walked back. Tom wasn't there, just a slip of paper which said, "See you tomorrow at 10".
Suzanne didn't seem fazed by that at all and moved her chair closer to mine. She was lovely, fair hair, clear blue eyes, gorgeous kissable lips, and a body that curved in all the right places. The evening went so fast with us talking and dancing. She was a real tonic for me. When the last song was sung we left and I hailed a cab, then turned to Suze and said I'd take her home and then go back to my hotel.
"Just your hotel," she said, and got in the cab.
"Wow, this is swish. You do okay."
"It is on expenses."
Inside, we crossed the lobby and took the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, she came to me and our lips met. She tasted sweet, and smelled divine, whether that was a sensual perfume she had on, or maybe it was just her, I knew not and cared less.
In my room, we again kissed, our hands roaming, and somehow, without breaking the kiss, most of our clothes were lost. The moment when our naked bodies met is stamped in my brain. It was like a physical and mental shock combined, so strong that I was immediately lost in her.
This first time, there were no preliminaries, just the raw need to be inside her, and as though we were old lovers. My cock was soon deep inside, held as though by a velvet glove, and as my strokes found her pace and quickened, driving us both to the climax we both needed so much, her eyes opened, and she gasped, "Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Her orgasm was a beautiful thing to share. Such passion and such emotion as she rode the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body. Mine came shortly after, the release so poignant and so good.
We took a short rest, but our fires were soon ignited again. She rose above me and moved down my body to take me in her mouth. Slow waves of pleasure coursed the length of me and I tugged her around so I could give her pleasure as well. She tasted great and my tongue licked around the sweet entrance to her pussy and then along each inner lip to flick at her little erect clit. Then my tongue retraced its journey, stretching it out as far as I could to push it into her. Her muscles gripped the end of my tongue, encouraging me to push in further. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could and then tried to lick, curling the tip, which touched her pussy walls and caused her to gasp each time I did it.
By now her sucking of my cock had got a bit erratic, not surprising given the attention I was giving to her with my tongue and lips. My hands were on her firm round bum, pulling her closer to me. As she gasped for air, my fingers moved to spread her ass cheeks and instead of licking back up to her clit, my tongue found and probed her darker hole.
