Naughty Hotel Nights

Looking around the hotel car park as I waited for her, I admired the trees in the first flush of spring, some having white blossoms on them. Dusk was just beginning to fall, casting a dark shadow over the surrounding area. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this, waiting in a hotel car park, for a woman I knew little about, and who, at 57, was 17yrs older than me. I was also cheating on my wife, and going out of my way to do so. It felt exciting, a bit like being 16 again, but it also felt sordid, which in truth it was, for both of us. We met over the internet, and had some real quality cyber sex. Both of us wanted more out of our sex lives; neither us wanted to get involved with one another, more than some quality shagging. We had met in a roadside café a few times, so we both knew there was a bit of chemistry between us. As I wait, a little nervously, I wondered if I could be the lover I wrote about in our cyber sessions. Plain fact was I hadn't touched another woman sexually in twenty years, other than my wife. Her car pulled into the car park, the wheels crunching on the pebble drive. We both wanted a nice country hotel, and I found just that for her; it was a smallish chain of hotels, big enough to be faceless, and not giving a shit who does what in their rooms. As I opened the car door for her, she looked better than I remembered. The roundness of her large breasts showed through her top, just a few buttons undone, giving a teasing look, her nipples just visible, through her blouse. Holding her hand to help her of the car, she hesitated, while I looked up her legs, her short knee length black skirt with black stockings, and black lace knickers, and ending in stiletto heels. She let me have a good look at her legs and knickers, smiling at me with a sexy smile. She was a perfect example of a sexy woman. She wasn't fat, not that it mattered to me anyway, nor was she thin. But she had curves to die for, and a wonderful round backside, and at 57, she was most definitely in her prime. Her perfume filled my senses as we kissed hello. Picking up both our bags, we walked to reception, her arm through mine. We checked in and, while I took our bags to the room, Joanna went to the bar to order drinks. We spent the next hour or so chatting, but she couldn't resist teasing me, crossing her legs slowly, leaning over in front of me showing her breasts off, and looking at me in that seductive way. "Come on, let's go to our room," she said in my ear, in a whisper that sent a tingle to my groin. As soon as the door banged shut, I found myself pinned against the wardrobe as we kissed frantically. I felt for the zip in her skirt, and it fell to the ground. I held her back, looking at her, and my cock jumped at the sight of her, in black lace matching underwear with stockings & suspenders, her large hard nipples, pushing against the material of her bra and blouse. She took my hand, and guided it to her pussy. I stroked it through her very wet knickers, she moaned. Her hand guided mine inside her knickers, my fingers found a wet, and a spunky pussy. "My husband couldn't resist me, just before I went out, I hope you don't mind." "No, and once I have fucked you, I'm gonna lick your cunt and clean off both our spunk," I told her.

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