Older man/younger couple Stories

I awaken to a savory aroma filling the air of our suite. Dinner, I assume. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab my phone—it reads 6:45 p.m. I rub my hands over my face; the effects of the drinks from earlier have worn off. I can hear Dallas and The Admiral chatting in the kitchen. I can’t make out their words, but the conversation sounds casual. I slip out of bed, heading for the shower, hoping to work up the nerve to...

Though no one was around to overhear us, Arthur leaned toward me, bringing his lips to my ear. "I'd love to watch you and Dwight again, and I'm more than happy to pay for the privilege of doing so." He then went on to tell me just how much he would pay. My eyes widened at his offer. "Um..." I floundered helplessly, unsure of how to reply. Arthur's words, and his nearness, started an insistent pulse of excitement low in my...