Sexy hot women are always seeking something exciting. I arrive at the Hotel bar, my wedding ring glinting under the amber lights as I scanned the room. At 46, my controlled allure—curves hugged by a sleek black dress that dipped just low enough to tease the swell of my full breasts, my dark hair cascading in loose waves.
Married for fifteen years, I crave the thrill of secrecy, the raw pulse of no-strings encounters with men younger than me. It’s that youthful hunger, a perfect counterpoint to my seasoned desires.
Then I saw him Alex, barely 25, lean and athletic, nursing a whiskey at the corner table. He was exactly my type—eager, unjaded, with that boyish grin that promised stamina.
Then I approached with a sway in my hips, sliding onto the stool beside him. “Buy a lady a drink?” I purred to him.
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As the conversation flowed like foreplay—light banter giving way to lingering touches, my fingers brushing his thigh under the bar.
Within minutes, we were in the elevator, my back pressed against the mirrored wall as his mouth claimed mine in a frantic kiss.
Then my hands roamed his firm chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heart. “Room 512,” I whispered, unlocking the door with a keycard that trembled slightly in manicured fingers.
The door clicked shut, and clothes shed in a frenzy. Now I was getting what I needed. I pushed him onto the king-sized bed, straddling his hips as I peeled off my dress. Now revealing lace lingerie that barely contained my heavy breasts and the smooth, shaved mound beneath.
As Alex’s eyes widened, his cock already straining against his boxers—thick, veined, and throbbing with youthful rigidity. I ground against him, feeling the heat of his erection press into my dampening panties, a slick trail of arousal soaking through the fabric.
Finally “Touch me,” I commanded, guiding his hands to her breasts. He obeyed, thumbs circling her hardened nipples through the lace, pinching just hard enough to send jolts of pleasure.
Finally as I moaned, arching my back I freed his cock—hot, velvet-smooth skin over steel hardness, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
Now I needed more so removing my panties to reveal my swollen, pink folds, slick with need. Positioning myself over his hard cock I slid down inch by inch. Finally my tight pussy enveloping his cock in a wet, gripping heat. “Fuck, you’re so big, I breathed.
Now I clenched around him, milking his length as I rode him slow at first, grinding my clit against his pelvis with each roll of my hips….
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