Mature Slut

And so I found myself alone in the back corner of the smoke-filled bar when the bartender called last round. I glanced at my Timex and saw that it was 1:30 AM. Fairly early for a bar, but it was a touristy bar and it was a weeknight. I ordered another scotch and sipped at it until the owner asked me to leave. I downed my scotch and walked to the hotel. I slipped into my room and lay down on top of my bed. The hotel was one that catered to businessmen on trips and so I was stuck with a single. My room was small and I couldn’t risk the TV, seeing as it probably would wake someone up. I realized that I had not yet had a shower and got up to take one.

What happened next, I can only call fate. I would put it up to the scotch in my system, but I’ve had much more than that and been fine. I would put it up to confusion about my surroundings, but I’d already paced the room mercilessly. I took off my clothes, and put a towel around my waist. I’ve always enjoyed a good beating off in the shower and it was no surprise I was hard as I walked into the bathroom. I flicked on the lights and suddenly realized my mistake. I had gone through the connecting door and walked into my neighbor’s room, and then into their bathroom.

Mature Lady

Then she climbed into bed, snuggling under the covers with her mind centered on Jeff. She began to think about what could happen. He seemed like a great person. She longed to meet ‘Mr Right’ and had a feeling that he was the one for her.

She pictured his face in her mind, wondering what it would be like to kiss his soft lips. She imagined the feel of his hands caressing her body. A familiar heat began to spread through her like wildfire. It had been many years since a man had sensuously made love to her. The longing had grown quite strong over time. The only pleasure she received was from her vivid fantasies.

Jackie closed her eyes, as she was swept away in her fantasy. She removed her clothes slowly, as she wished Jeff would do to her. She could almost feel his mouth planting gentle kisses along her body. She shivered as her nipples hardened. “Oh, yes. Don’t stop.”, She whispered to her imaginary lover.

Horny Milfs

After finishing my work at the pool, I went over to the office to see if I could talk to Mr. or Mrs. S about buying a new drain snake to replace one that had become hopelessly tangled and unwound. Trudy, the Assistant Manager, was in the office that day. She told me to check with the Simonsons at their apartment. So I walked down to their apartment and rang the bell. Mrs. S called out “Who is it?”

“Just me Mrs. S.”

“Come on in, Jimmy.”

I let myself in. The air conditioner was on. Mrs. S and her friend, Kathy Lewis, were sitting on the living room couch, smoking cigarettes, watching TV soap operas, and reading magazines. Both of them were dressed in shorts and tee shirts with bare feet. Mrs. Lewis was in her late fifties, wore glasses, and was a bottle brunette, with her hair in a ponytail. In contrast to Mrs. S, Mrs. Lewis was very skinny. They both appeared to be more than a little bit inebriated, as they each were working on a Bloody Mary, and a pitcher that had once been filled with the mix was near empty. They were having a wonderful time, chattering incessantly and loudly, as drunken people will.