Hotel (part 2)

The waitress smiled in return and disappeared into the dark interior of the cafe, leaving me to unpack my book and settle in the chair, savoring the delicious just-fucked sensation that accompanied my subtle squirming. Opening my book, I smiled at the memory of my lunch time adventure, wondering as I did so, how my companion would fare with his evening rendezvous.

Hotel (part 1.)

It had been quite a few years since I’d last had a sexual encounter and in that time my clock had ticked over from late 50’s to 60 something. I qualified now for a “Seniors Card”, with a range of accompanying benefits. However none of the benefits included the entitlement (or the opportunity) to let my sexual appetite roam freely out of the cage it had been in …