We'd taken over part of a restaurant that was attached to a hotel. Some had booked a room for the night so that they didn't have to rely on taxis but my husband would come and pick me up later when I was ready. The meal had gone pretty much as expected, decent food, cute waiter, too much drink flowing and then the youngsters all started to remind me why I don't go out with them.
I'd had enough and was grateful when someone suggested moving to the bar. The music was loud so I wouldn't have to listen to their endless inane chatter about where they got their eyebrows done. I settled myself into a corner with my rum and coke and started to take in what else was happening. After a few minutes, I was joined by a few others including Stuart, the new guy in the office.
"You okay?" he asked. "Mind if I sit with you?"
"Not at all," I smiled back. It was the first time I'd really noticed him. He'd started a couple of months ago and had kept himself pretty much to himself whilst he learnt the job. At work, he wore the obligatory shirt, tie and smart trousers required of the office but tonight he was dressed more for his age, black jeans, black t-shirt, trainers.. Then I REALLY noticed him. His arms, usually hidden in long shirt sleeves, were well defined and toned and decorated with a very intricate tattoo covering most of the length. I must have been staring because he blushed and wrapped his arms around his body to hide them.
"I know some people don't like tattoos..." he started to say but I stopped him.
"No, yours are great. Must have taken hours to do those?"
He relaxed. "Yeah, three sittings in total. Worth it though."
"Totally." I thought for a moment then said, "I really want to go find a packet of coloured pens and start filling in the patterns."
He almost spat out his drink as he laughed, and something ignited inside me. A genuine laugh, not a forced one, and the twinkling in his eyes were doing things to me I needed to push away and ignore. "I'm sorry!" he finally managed to say. "No-one's ever said that before!"
"I bet they've thought it though."
He grinned, nodded at my almost empty glass and said he'd buy me a drink. Who am I to say no? When he disappeared to the bar, I caught the eye of a couple of the girls on the dance floor. If looks could kill I'd have been dead. Were they jealous? Yes, Stuart is a decent looking young man but I'm old enough to be his mother, surely I wasn't a threat to them if they fancied him?
Stuart and I talked for a while and the more I got to know him, the more drawn to him I became. I put it down to the drink and ignored the tingle in my groin that seemed to intensify every time he spoke.
"No girlfriend then?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Split up with my last girlfriend a few weeks before I started here."
"Anyone you're interested in?"
I was certain he blushed, and I took that to mean yes. I nodded in the direction of the girls on the dancefloor. "Kayleigh? She's very pretty."
"She's OK... but..." He hesitated, wondering if perhaps he could say what he was thinking. "They all look the same don't they... look at them, same fake eyelashes, same fake tan and don't get me started on those silly painted on eyebrows that make them look permanently surprised!"
It was my turn to laugh loudly. Stuart had just voiced everything I thought. I could have hugged him! "They do look silly. Why do they think its attractive?"
"Beats me," Stuart replied, taking a long drink. "Always preferred the natural look myself, just a bit of make up to enhance the features. Nothing more attractive than a woman that's confident with what she's got. I think that's why I've always liked an older woman." Blushing again, he took another long drink.
This was an interesting development and one that was doing nothing to stop the stirrings in my groin. There seemed to be a thick tension in the air, something between us that I really shouldn't be acknowledging. Stuart held my gaze for a moment and took a deep breath, psyching himself up to speak. I hoped he was going to be the sensible one and walk away before this went any further.
"Do you want to go outside for some fresh air?" he said. I nodded, and against my better judgement I stood up and followed him out of the bar and through the hotel reception to the car park. We walked around to the side of the hotel, past the group of smokers and found a quiet spot.
"Bit easier to talk out here," he said. "And no-one watching us."
"You don't want us to be seen?" My groin began to dance. "Why?"
"Well, people can get the wrong idea, especially when they see something like this." Before I could stop him, his hand was cupping my cheek and his lips pressed against mine. For a brief moment, I didn't do anything. I hadn't expected this at all, but now that he'd made a move it felt right. I sighed and returned the kiss, parting my lips as he gently pushed me against the wall and deepened the kiss. He was confident and certainly knew how to kiss, his tongue probing into my mouth and tangling against mine. I knew this shouldn't be happening, but I wasn't about to stop him now. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him against me and the kiss grew more intense and passionate. I heard myself sigh loudly, and he responded with a groan. Both of us were breathing hard by the time we parted.
"Yes, I can see why people might get the wrong idea about that," I laughed.
There was an awkward pause. Where did this go now? My body was screaming for attention but this couldn't happen.
"Maybe we should..." Stuart began. He stopped himself, shaking his head as he battled with his own thoughts. Then there was a moment where I think it all clicked together inside his head and he knew what he wanted. "Perhaps we should go upstairs to my room?"
I should have walked away there and then and called my husband to come and get me, but I couldn't. That kiss still tingled on my lips, and I wanted more. Taking his hand, I whispered, "I like that idea,"
We made our way back inside and into the lift to take us up to the fourth floor where his room was. I was giddy with excitement by the time he was swiping the key card in the lock and pushing the door open. Sitting on the bed, I had a brief moment of guilt just as Stuart's mouth was on mine again. I yielded, returning the kiss as we lay down on the bed and our bodies tangled together.
His right hand moved down my body and went under my dress, urging my thighs apart. Moments later, his fingers were pushing aside my underwear and teasing at my entrance. My heart was racing now, pounding hard against my ribcage as the anticipation grew. When he pushed a finger inside me, I let out a cry.
"Yess!" I breathed. "Just there!" He knew exactly what he was doing, his skilful fingers moving inside me and circling my swollen clit as his free hand attempted to pull my dress up further. I helped him, pulling it off over my head completely and enjoying the sudden rush of excitement as the cool air hit my bare flesh.
"You're so beautiful!" he groaned, increasing the speed of his thrusting fingers. My hips rolled and the stirrings in my groin from earlier were now like a fire threatening to burn out of control. Stuart began to kiss my neck and chest, pausing at my breasts still confined in the white lace of my bra and then moved to my stomach.
He sat up and pulled his t-shirt off, revealing the full glory of those tattoos I had admired earlier. They weren't just on his arms, they covered his shoulders and joined around the back. Then he unfastened his jeans and wriggled out of them, throwing them to the floor with a flourish. The bulge in his underwear was huge and I almost came at the thought of how big that cock might be.
I sat up and pulled him into another kiss. His hands reached around my back to unfasten my bra as I slid mine down his stomach and inside his underwear. I grasped his cock which felt thick and heavy in my hand, and seemed to grow even harder as I stroked it. My breasts fell free from the bra and he took one into his mouth to suck and lick as I eased him out of his underwear.
I'd forgotten just how hard young guys get. His erection stretched right up, almost touching his stomach and it was probably the most beautiful thing I've seen in a long time. It was all mine, at least for the time being. "Fuck me!" I groaned, gazing into the pale blue eyes of my young lover.
Without a word, he eased me down onto my back and slid my underwear off, removing that final barrier between us. I parted my thighs, welcoming him between them as he settled into position and then wrapped my legs around his slender hips, guiding him in. His cock pushed into my aching pussy easily and we both gasped and groaned as we grew used to each other. I don't remember ever stretching so much for a cock before, he felt huge. Deeper and deeper, probing into my depths as I encouraged him in further. When he was fully inside, he paused, gazing into my eyes.
"And I thought tonight was going to be dull and boring!" he grinned.
"I was going to go home early," I purred.
"I'm glad you didn't." He smothered my mouth in a heated kiss and then it began. Slow movements at first, barely there, and then building up. Each thrust inside made me cry out and I was soon thrashing around beneath him. The bed creaked, punctuating the heavy breathing and sighs of pleasure that grew louder by the second. My body shook as an intense orgasm hit, engulfing me entirely and I whimpered, begging him not to stop.
He continued fucking me, kissing me, hands grasping my body and drawing out two more orgasms. I could barely breathe by now and my head was spinning. We were hurtling towards a huge explosion of lust and passion and I prepared myself.
Stuart's hips began to jerk erratically and I knew what was about to happen. He let out a loud groan as his cock exploded into me, the heat flooding into my receptive body which pulsed in pleasure as it drank in the wonderful juices he was giving me. "So good!" he groaned, stilling himself as more cum spilt into my body. I could feel it within me, becoming a part of me, and I loved it! I clung to his body, not wanting to break the connection, and it seemed neither did he.
Finally after a few minutes, we parted. Stuart rolled onto his back and I followed, resting my head against his chest and circling my arm around his waist. He put a protective arm around me and lazily tangled his fingers in my hair as we both tried to come down from the high.
I closed my eyes and contemplated what I'd just done. This wasn't me. I was a boring wife with a reliable husband and not the type of woman who cheated. Yet, here I was, in bed with a guy half my age having just had amazing sex and wasn't feeling the slightest bit of regret or guilt. Stuart gazed at me through heavy eyes and smiled. "I'll be discreet," he whispered. "You don't have to worry that I'll tell anyone."
"I appreciate that," I said, realising that this was drawing to an end. I dragged myself away from him and looked for my clothes. "I should probably go. Give it a few minutes before you follow."
"Mmm," he murmured, watching me dress. I didn't want to leave, but knew if I didn't go now, it would get harder and harder.
I gave him a glance as I stood in the doorway and he said "Thank you,". And that was it. I didn't go back to the party, just sat in the hotel lobby and called my husband to come and pick me up. It had certainly been an evening I wouldn't forget.
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