He was exactly as I thought he would be. Smiling, with deep brown eyes that crinkle on the sides, he enters my Fort Lauderdale hotel room. No need to worry about this one. He’s as good as gold. Looking at each other up and down as you do upon first meeting we begin to giggle and he extends his arms and enfolds me in a warm and knowing embrace. He’s tender as a man can be and so very sweet. I want to eat him up! God! What a lucky break that I somehow caught his eye with the ads I put up on each online site that will have me. He tells me that he’s always liked “older women” and I tell him warmly “I’m glad that you’re here.” I take off my emerald green kimono and he begins taking off his burgundy scrubs. He smiles and looks me up and down as he places his clothes on a small table near the the dresser where the TV stands. I say gleefully, “you look great!” He answers with the same compliment and looks at me still smiling like a man that has everything he needs and more right in front of him. I sit down on the foot of the bed naked and although this is the way it begins with lots of clients I feel comfortable with him right away and can tell that we’re on the same page. We’re similar people and it just feels right in spite of our twenty seven years apart. In the time he’s spent growing up and learning how to be an adult I’ve spent creating my life which has come and is drawing nearer towards its finale with each passing day. His is just begun and he tells me he’s studying to be a Physical Therapist and the whore in me thinks “maybe he’s good with his hands.” Some ways of thinking die hard and he’s lovely to look at with his cafe’ au lait complexion, dimples and good nature. He says he grew up in Miami and that is where all his family is. Visions of Miami Vice, the Boat People and pastel buildings in pink and light blue flash through my mind and quickly dissolve as I gaze downward towards his beefy sack. His hair is long on the top with curls that are more locks than wave and that I think pairs well with his adorable personality. He’s boyish in manner and presentation even though he is a grown man, but my eyes have seen it all and part of me wants to make him a cup of cocoa with marshmallows and I could offer him some because I always travel with some for times when I want to eat dessert and conscientiously deny myself. I quickly dismiss this notion as he sits beside me on the bed and puts his arm around me. He tells me he’s seen my posts and ads for a while and I can tell he’s being honest as my eyes gaze lovingly at his growing and delectable young cock. He pushes me back onto the edge of the foot of the bed and gets on his knees while parting my legs. He asks “how do you like to be eaten?” What a guy! I tell him to just be gentle and to lick it like an ice cream while Spotify plays my favorites and Dr. John, with his Westbank gravel encourages us with “Such a Night.” I feel like I’m back in college and it’s such a sweet departure from my internal chatter which is ever present, but hidden in secret and I successfully hide from anyone who happens to be paying attention to me. He puts me at ease and I rest momentarily as the Cuban’s tongue probes my weeping cunt sending traveling tingles throughout my pelvis and up my belly. Delighted that he knows his way around a woman’s most delicate attribute I feel safe enough to put both feet onto his shoulders, exhale and let him give me this treat. My mind stops racing and I am present with him at this moment like we’re not strangers who have only just met, but actual lovers, familiar and intertwined, pulsing and alive, gaining momentum and heading towards the same place. I lean forward, put my hands in his hair and enjoy the silkiness of his locks, soft skin and watch him tenderly make love to me. I want to feel him on top of me now and I schooch backwards onto the middle of the bed. He follows me crawling forward, eyes meeting mine, but he stops me and pulls me towards his mouth again. It’s okay. I’ll have him on top soon enough and tell myself to be patient and that he’s here for now and nothing is going to stop our progress. I tell him when he looks up that this is “your pussy.” He smiles sweetly and says repeats that “it’s mine” and decides then to come up and be with me, but he flips himself over onto his back and pulls me close into him for a deep kiss. I lie near him on his left side and his cock that is now so rigid beckons me as it bounces up against his belly. Intimacy can be hard come by, if that’s what you’re looking for, but he’s sexually secure with himself and planned ahead, did his homework and methodically chose a woman who doesn’t play games, is hungry and seeking the same kind of sexual experience. We switch up now and he lies back and I crouch up onto my knees close to his left side. I take him in and admire his rigid cock with it’s blue veins, thickness, and I tingle inside watching it bounce lightly on his belly. I move in between his legs now as he touches my hair and brushes a handful of my curls back from my face. I want to put this lusciousness into my warm and greedy mouth now. I take him beginning deep at the base of his shaft and hold the head at the back of my throat and begin to pulse very carefully. My gag reflex is strong and my mouth isn’t as big as I’d like to be, but I manage and he moans slightly as I imagine this must feel fantastic. I think of a porn movie where the actress takes a big cock down her throat, gasps, spits theatrically and gives “Joe Blow” at home whacking it behind his computer enough time to explode from the mere sight of her. No. This is real sex and I only want to please him just as thoughtfully as he pleased me. He tells me he wants to be inside me and that he wants to see me sitting on top of him. Hastily, I put a condom on him and climb on top as I slide myself down upon his throbbing member in one smooth movement. I’m only too happy to give him what he asks for and just knowing how lustful he is for me makes me open up and get wetter as I now feel safe, secure and willing to give him everything I got. You know, just because I’m a hooker doesn’t mean I can’t reciprocate with a man who wants to share himself with me. As I grind into him he asks me to lean down and kiss him deeply. His tongue feels wet and hot in my mouth and I love the little noises he’s making as we both are matching strokes now. He’s grinding up and I’m grinding down in perfect form. I arch my back and put both hands behind me onto his calves so that I can really take all of him. My clit is a hot mess and continues to swell as he pumps me harder. He asks if it’s okay for him to blow and I say “as long as you give me another one” and he orgasms deeply and profoundly. I help him clean up our sex and we lie back and talk for a little while so that he has time to recover and get ready for round two. When he’s ready he places me at the side of the bed with a pillow beneath my ass for maximum deep pounding. He begins by spreading my legs as wide as they will go and sinks like a stone into my juicy hole. I can’t contain myself now and begin to gasp and cry out from the force of his hips pushing into mine. The bed is rocking, its coils are squeaking and I hear hotel maids in the adjoining room talking, but I can only wonder if they notice how loud our session has become. Between the sounds of skin slapping against skin, my screaming and his panting I decide I don’t care and let him fuck the shit out of me. My tits are bouncing and he’s beginning to work up a sweat as I loudly reach a climax and with that he grabs my hips and forcefully tears at my skin in an attempt to go deeper inside of me. His hands pinching me hurts, but I wouldn’t do anything to stop him now. I want him to bury his cock as deep in me as he can possibly go, writhe in orgasm and drop on top of me sweating and grunting once he’s entirely spent. He keeps fucking me several minutes after I cum and begins thrusting harder. He’s getting louder and I’m hanging on so that he has my full attention. I tell him “I want your cum in me!” He answers back loudly, “you want this cum?” I beg him for it and he bangs his cock into me with three hard thrusts and explodes into the condom in complete ecstacy. We’re giggling now and when I get up to walk to the bathroom my feet are fumbling and my hips are sore. He looks like a man who’s been drugged as he attempts to put his clothes. Our heads are swirling and we take a minute to say our goodbyes. He gives me another warm and generous hug and I thank him for all that he brought to our appointment. He leaves and as I’m going to the bathroom to shower the maid knocks on the door asking if I need anything. I rush to stop her from coming in and tell her “Thank you, but I don’t need a thing.” I’m not sure, but I think I heard her laughing as she walked away.
Have a Jilly day!
