Sexy and silent domination

He sat at the far end of the bar, nursing his third drink of the night. Seth was in the city, at this hotel, for an IT convention for his job, which he enjoyed. What he didn’t were the long trips away from home, his wife, his kids. He missed them, missed Jennifer’s warm embrace and loving ways. He’d had plenty of opportunities for dalliances on the road, being a handsome, 25-year-old, but never realizing them.

Tonight, though, he was hornier than usual, probably because with the kids being so young and all, his sex life had diminished considerably, usually relegated to rare, hurried moments at home when the children were out at activities or in school. They weren’t the satisfying encounters of their child-free days, stolen moments here and there, forbidden trysts at the beach or on a hike. Fun times not that far gone but at this moment, in Seth’s mind, so tantalizingly memorable as to make him ache for their return.

So when she walked in to the bar about a half hour before closing, he couldn’t help but take note. She was tall, elegant, beautifully dressed – and rather old. This silver-haired vision with a black dress, clingy and revealing, with dark nylons on muscular legs and mid-calf leather boots, looked to be 60 at least, maybe older, but ravishing in her classy look and slender, firm body.

He sat alone in the small bar, watching her stride to it the other end, and saying nothing to Jeff, the middle-aged bartender, pointing to a lone bottle on a high shelf. Jeff nodded with an appreciative smile. He fetched the expensive single-malt whisky she’d apparently ordered, serving it neat. She took it without a word.

Jeff walked Seth’s way.

“We’re closing soon, will you be having another?”

“No, no, I’m good, thanks, I’ll probably just finish this…well, maybe in a few minutes.”

“I have some work to do in the back, be back around in a bit, just let me know,” he said affably before walking into the back room.

Seth watched the elegant lady tip her drink, making out in the bar’s dim lighting a slightly craggy face, wrinkled and worn, a delicate patchwork of puckering flesh around red lips as she sipped. Maybe it was the liquor, he thought, or the recent absence of lovemaking in his life, be he was instantly struck by how incredibly sexy she was. Her dress was cut low in front, cleavage warm and inviting, a furrow of slightly wrinkled, tanned flesh dipping into mystery. Her backside hugged the material of her dress, a sleeveless one, and he watched her forearm tendons dance as she drank, a slight jiggle of upper arm flashing in the dark.

She looked at him, green eyes surrounded by crow’s feet. She said nothing, only nodding toward the seat next to him. Momentarily immobilized by the request, he found his senses and with a wave of his hands and a smile, signaled his welcoming intent. She strode over, confidently, never taking her eyes off him. She approached and he pulled out the seat to his right. She slithered in, putting the drink and cocktail napkin on the bar, looking straight ahead mindlessly at the TV above the bar back and whatever game was on.

“Uh, hi,” he said somewhat uncertainly. “My name’s Seth. What’s yours?”

Silence. She tipped the drink to that puckering mouth, sipped, put it back down. He didn’t even notice her left arm move until he felt her fingers spreading on his right thigh. He jumped nervously. She dug those fingers in. He looked down, the nails a sexy red as she wiggled them, massaging his thigh halfway up.

“Uh…well…now…” he stammered nervously. “That’s…uh…well….”

By : milfleglover

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