Of all the shops… [M52, F]

This one directly inspired by a gorgeous young lady I was chatting with today (and most every day really). Hope this… well, has the desired effect ;)

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On a business trip, well, every trip I take is a business trip, really, isn’t it? It’s either for the boring day job, or for my life as a writer, which since I earn money for it technically makes me a professional, and makes it a job, I love it too much to call it that. Of course, then there’s the stuff I write for Reddit. Not many people see it, but those that do… well, some of them have been very appreciative. I don’t spend many nights alone in hotels, but this trip is different. I’m here for the tech, and it’s not a public forum where I’m expected to be. But that’s okay, not every trip has to end in a beautiful woman in my bed. Or her bed. Or… well, you get the idea.

I love wandering the streets when I’m in a town or city I don’t know, and this one is no exception. I wandered down the street and was drawn by a small shop that looked pretty eclectic, even from across the street.

I smiled at the owner and nodded as I walked in, and turned down an aisle, making clear my intent to just browse around. But who knows, this is definitely a small shop, and I do like supporting local businesses.

Little trinkets, meh, not really my thing… but oh, stones of all sorts. Now they have my attention. I close my eyes and run my hands over an assortment of rocks and crystals to see if any of them speak to me.

“I do that too, sometimes,” a woman’s voice says, and it sounds very familiar. No fucking way.

“Is that right?” I asked without opening my eyes as my fingers traveled back to a stone that felt… right.

“Excellent choice. Kyanite.”

“Thought so,” I said, and opened my eyes as I picked up the stone and turned it in my fingers. From the corner of my eye I looked at her, and had to stop myself from grinning. I knew her, but she had no idea who I was. She’d never seen me, or heard my voice, but she was a very, very naughty young woman.

She introduced herself and extended her hand.

I smiled and took her hand as I looked her over. She was wearing a familiar corset, and a short skirt, which I was pretty sure I’d seen before as well. “I’m… well, I’m just an old man,” I said with a wink and turned back to the stone.

“Huh… well, okay, do you want to know more about it?” she asked, nodding toward the stone.

“Oh, I know all about it, young lady, thank you though, my dear. I often keep some nearby when I’m writing.”

“Oh, you’re a writer?”

“Yes… I dabble.”

“Anything I would have heard of?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle and grin at her at that question. “Oh, in fact, I think you have,” I said as I met her eyes.

She shifted uncomfortably, and I considered the situation. I’d be uncomfortable too if I were her. I wasn’t menacing by any stretch, but I was a tall older man looking at her like she wasn’t wearing any clothes…. a state in which I’d seen her, many times.

I motioned her closer, and leaned down.

Hesitantly, she leaned forward so I could whisper in her ear.

“The corset looks even better in person, my dear. Have you stopped reading my stories while you’re working yet? Or do you still walk around keeping your legs together for a day or two after?”

She stood up quickly, and looked me up and down. “No fucking way.”

“Precisely what I thought when I saw you. But here we are. Of all the shops in all the world.” I could tell she was still skeptical, so I spoke softly, “Just a few mornings ago, you read the tie story, and had to… well.”

Her eyes widened, and then she grinned and ran her tongue over her lips. “Well, shit.”

“Not really my thing. So, when do you get off? Of work, that is?” I added with a grin.

“Just about now, actually.”

“Dinner? My treat?”

She tilted her head and considered.

“I know, you don’t really know me… but,”

She hooked her arm through mine. “Let’s go, old man.”

I decided to buy the stone, because why not, and we went back to my hotel which was only a few blocks walk away.

“Room service okay?” I asked as we walked in and I saw the dining area was a bit crowded.

“Sure,” she said with a grin.

“Going to tell me a story? Or make one happen?” she asked as she leaned back against the corner of the elevator and flipped her skirt up, to show she was wearing nothing under it.

I wasn’t surprised.

“We’ll see,” I said and winked as I turned to face the front of the elevator and licked my lips. Damn, her pussy looks good.

“Never done it in an elevator,” she said, now standing directly beside me.

“I’m on the third floor… I’m old, but I’m not that fast,” I smirked.

“Oh well.”

Off the elevator and down to the end of the hall, I used my keycard and opened the door. “After you.”

“You really are a gentleman, huh?”

I smacked her ass as she walked in, which only caused her to pause and shake her ass.

“Most of the time,” I said and closed the door behind me.

She walked into the room and nodded, “Not bad, old man. I don’t suppose you’re finally going to tell me your name now?”

I sighed and shrugged.

“It’s okay, I get it. Really,” she said before she unlaced her corset and tossed it aside, then slid out of her skirt and kicked her shoes off. “Everything you hoped for?” she asked as she turned a slow circle.

“More gorgeous than in your pics.” And I meant it. She didn’t have huge massive tits, but she didn’t need them. What she had fit her body perfectly, and oh, her nipples were near perfection.

“Good,” she said and walked up to me, pulled my head down, and kissed me, and oh, did I kiss her back.

After several moments, I moved her back and sat her on the bed. She bit her bottom lip and smiled. “So, what now, sir?”

I chuckled at the reference, and shook my head. “Please, none of that.”

“Couldn’t help myself.”

I turned the desk chair and sat down. “Now, I tell you a story…”

“Oh fuck…”

And I did… I made up a whole new story just for her right there. When I was about half way through it, she had scooted back on the bed so she could still watch me, and pointed herself right at me so I could see her sliding her finger along her pussy. She hadn’t lied…. she was getting wet, very wet, very fast. I could already see a wet spot on the comforter when she arched her back and slid two fingers inside and started fingering herself. “Don’t stop,” she said breathily.

So I didn’t. I kept telling her this once in a lifetime story, and watched her rub her pussy, and pull on her nipples, to the point that I had unfastened my trousers because they’d gotten a bit too tight.

As I reached the end of the story, which, as all my others, ended before the climax, she came. Hard. her body arched and she bit her lip, I assumed to keep herself quiet. I wasn’t sure… that’s one thing I’d never seen… her orgasm. And it was wonderful to behold. Her nipples became rock hard, and she was almost squeezing her pussy through it.

After a few moments of silence; well, my silence, her heavy breathing, she stood up. and I could see she’d left a very large wet spot on the comforter. “I’m glad you enjoyed.”

“Now it’s your turn, old man,” she said as she got on her knees between my legs and jerked my pants and underwear down as I lifted up on the chair enough to allow them to slide down. “How long are you in town?” she asked after running her tongue up my shaft.

I shivered at her touch. “um… two more nights.”

“Oh… good… there are so many things I want to do,” were her words before she rose up and took my cock into her mouth, and then her throat, until her lips were against my torso, which she did without ever breaking eye contact.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12d0oup/of_all_the_shops_m52_f