She laid on her back, catching her breath from the tremendous orgasm she just shared with him. He was asking her, more or less, if they were exclusive. As a man who just turned fifty (she overheard another waitress say it was Jim’s birthday yesterday when he drove past the diner), she assumed he was married and though she hated to think of herself as an adulterer, she just longed for James so deeply and so erotically (and now emotionally, too) that she put his real life in the back of her mind and tried not to visit the idea. Before tonight she didn’t know if James was just a romancer in the sack or if he actually started to form a real bond to her. They had, over the weeks, talked a bit here and there about books and movies, favorite local places and foods they like. It was nothing earth shattering to know about someone, but it was something and it was nice just talking with one another. They both had an undeniable crush on the other, clearly physically but also emotionally.
She looked over at him, lying flat on his back now, his peppered blonde hair looking quite gray in the dim, hotel lamp light. He was a mans man with a deep sense of respect and understanding for love and relationships. The old and young waitresses found him sexy and if he knew it he never let on. His calm, well-mannered and humble personality was what she loved. He was the sweetest man and luckily he was also a stud with a hot body. The way she had come on to him the first time they were together she worried that he found her to be easy and loose, but because she’d never been that forward again, she hoped he realized that he caught her at a very hot, lonely and overwhelming moment. She hoped he would see more in her as things progressed.
“I don’t know. I guess I hadn’t really thought about it,” she said, glancing at him to read his reaction. Her full breasts looked even larger in the shadows of the room. Her hair was starting to dry and form a natural wave around her face. When he looked at her naked in the hotel bed, his heart twisted wildly in his chest while his stomach did somersaults. He wanted her so much that thinking about it physically hurt him. He ached for her in every sense but figured twenty somethings wouldn’t shack up with a fifty year old forever. He couldn’t imagine that she want him after the excitement of fucking a cop wore off. At the restaurant she was quiet, modest and reserved so he didn’t peg her for a badge bunny. She must’ve just been lonely and liked the uniform. Or so he assumed. He found her to be sexy and sweet, smart and funny, and caring and gentle. He was glad she had to guts to come onto him that first night and he knew she was more than that. He hoped she saw more in him, too.
“I know you don’t want more from this but…” he trailed off a little then sat up on the edge of the bed. Her heart thudded madly—does he actually like me? she asked herself. She hadn’t had a boyfriend before, just a few casual sexual encounters in college, so she wasn’t great at reading the signals, if there were any. She occasionally let herself imagine what it would be like to wake up in James’ arms, to have brunch with him and to lie in the folds of his strong torso by the fire at Christmas time. It was so perfect and so amazing that she didn’t let herself linger there long. The idea of not having that with him was too hard to bear. So she focused on pleasing him in the moment, and before he had a chance to finish his sentence she slid to the edge of the bed next to him.
“I’m sorry about what happened earlier,” she said, motioning to the bathroom where she had passed out in the shower earlier. “I’m new to a lot of this and it’s just so… intense,” she smiled up at his face. The sat thigh to thigh, both naked, on the edge of the bed. The friction of their skin send ripples of pleasure through her body.
“I know,” he said, flashing his beautiful white teeth at her as he smiled. “Me too,” he said, resting his hand on her inner thigh, his pinky finger barely touching the top of her mound. With his hand on her leg, looking at her beautiful face in the dim hotel, he felt a surge of emotion power through his body. He had been married before, it didn’t work, he had a couple of great kids, but his life was never what he envisioned it to be. His marriage was emotionless, sexless, and he never wandered off the path of his dedication to their marriage, even if he had wanted to. Upon taking their son, their youngest child, to college, his wife promptly left him. She stayed for the kids, she said, but was in love with someone else. A coworker or someone, he couldn’t really hear what she was saying because he was busy feeling deeply relieved. He didn’t want to be alone but he was tired of being a ghost in his own life.
“I bet you have had lots of experiences like this, huh?” she grinned and put her hand on top of his, which was still on her thigh, and she squeezed it. Not wanting to sound jealous or accusatory she continued, “you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. How could you not.” She rested her head on his arm and shoulder and closed her eyes. “I like you,” she whispered, and before she could let him explain that this wasn’t like that and that he wanted out, what she assumed he would do one day, she tucked his hand between her thighs and clenched it.
He wanted to say something. He wanted to say anything. *I like you too! I think you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever known and I want you in my life! It’s not just sex!* But the feeling of her warm, wet folds on his fingers took his breath away. She wanted him endlessly and he had never experienced that before. He began to move his fingers gently, up and down, stroking her engorged clit while watching her face. Her eyes were closed and her chest moved up and down, breathing more intensely with each stroke. She exhaled and drug her tongue across her bottom lip. Her nipples were hard. He continued to rub on her clit and she spread her legs slightly, giving him more room to play with her. He was fully erect now but all he wanted to do was touch her soft pussy until she exploded.
“Lay down,” he whispered to her. They climbed back into the middle of the bed, she laid on her back and he laid on his side next to her, his body pressed against hers. His thick, long, perfect cock rested on her hip, and he was leaning over her slightly, rubbing her swollen pink clit with two of his fingers. He was quite taller than her, at six foot tall, so his head was a bit above hers on the pillows. He had the view of her entire beautiful body. Her creamy, full tits and her soft, peachy stomach, her slender legs parted by his own hand.
His rubbing intensified as she cued him that she was getting more and more turned on. She arched her back and turned her head to him, her beachy blonde waves falling over his shoulder as she looked up into his eyes. She wanted to say something powerful but her oncoming orgasm was preventing her from saying anything but “you’re so good.”
He rubbed circles around her swollen button with his pointer finger and she loved it. She was moaning gentle, sexy moans as she lifted her hips to his finger. He watched this gorgeous young woman practically fuck his hand and he wondered for a moment if it was a dream. Suddenly she tightened her thighs around his hand and grabbed his arm with both of her hands. She held his arm as tight as she could as she came on his fingers, her hips pumping against him until she was completely breathless. She felt so good she didn’t even want to open her eyes. A tear of happiness rolled down the side of her face and onto James’ shoulder.
They had a way of talking to each other that felt like they just knew one another so well. “Tell me,” he said, sitting up on his elbow, leaning over her, his other hand still on her vagina. She knew that he was asking why she had become emotional post-orgasm so she opened her eyes, which were watery and her face was hot with nerves. She wasn’t ready to have this moment. She was scared to lose him. She spotted his rock hard penis, which was the most perfect dick she’d ever seen in her life, and reached out for it. He didn’t stop her. After a few minutes of jerking his cock while burying her face in his chest, she got between his legs and slipped his throbbing cock into her soft mouth. He jerked a little when it first went in, and moaned. She pushed his massive dick all the way down her throat until her face was flush with his body. “Oh my God,” he murmured. She felt him moving his legs a little and after a minute of deep-throating James’ huge rod, he began to orgasm. He released squirt after squirt of hot, thick cum straight down her throat. She swallowed after each pump, and licked his cock clean before laying on the bed next to him.
He was breathing so heavy now, trying to catch his breath. It was only a couple of minutes but he was sweating and panting. After a few seconds he said, “I’m fifty. I didn’t think I’d ever have this. And now I do.” She was so happy in that moment that she wrapped her arm around his waist and began to drift off in his nook which an image of them eating dinner together in a home floating around in her head.
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