I know that you noticed me across the lobby. The way you held me state a little long to be comfortable.

You’re married, but no longer desired. Maybe 55 or more, but with a longing stronger than ever. And as I sit and stare, I desire every inch of your body.

I loudly mention my hotel room number. If you want to find me, you will. And you do; three hours later. As I go to open the door, I know it will be you.

Without even speaking, you enter my room. As soon as we are away from prying eyes, our lips touch, our tongues exploring each others mouths.

I stroke your hair, and stare down into your light blue eyes. Stroking your hair, I move my lips down into your exposed neck, feeling you physically quiver with every brush of my lips.

You are stressed so modestly, but I have never ever wanted to be inside someone with such desire. I unbutton the your cardigan, and move by fingers onto your light blouse.

Your breasts are small and so, so sensitive; your erect nipples firmly protruding through the material. I remove your blouse leaving you just with just your white bra on above the waist.

I unzip your skirt and go into my knees, removing your panties and pushing my face into your burning sex. You part your legs slightly and move my face into your burning hole. Still, we are yet to talk.

You push yourself onto my face, your dampness and heat is so intoxicating. You pull me upright and motion for me to undress. I take off my shirt, whilst you unbutton by fly, feeling my swollen cock with your hand.

Removing my pants, you stroke my clock gently. With the tip of your finger you wipe my precum and place it in my mouth. The suck greedily.

You push me onto the bed, and lie on top of me, adopting the 69 position. I feed greedily, alternating between sucking your clit between my lips and darting inside you with my tongue.

You devour my cock, stopping and starting according to the tightness of my breathing. With your hand you firmly cup my balls, before moving a finger gently inside me.

You rise and lower your body back onto me, parting your cunt, and taking all of me inside you. You touch yourself and move your fingers into my mouth, the sweet taste earning my silence as a reward.

In the throes of our passion we have neglected to use protection, something of which we both become aware as the need to cum becomes paramount.

Reading both my breathing and body you raise yourself off me and place my erect cock into your warm mouth. With your finger back inside me, it’s only moments before I cum, hot jets into your mouth.

Is it guilt or embarrassment that makes me wish to apologize. But reading my mind you place a finger to my lips, before moving your lips towards mine.

I’m open my mouth and our tongues meet, sensually sharing my cum,  a pleasure to which I had never been introduced. The excess from your mouth, you rub gently onto my face.

In my rush to attend my own needs, I have neglected to give you the same climax. Without words, you crouch onto your bed, moving your bottom into my face.

Instinctively I probe and dart my tongue into your tight hole, whilst you touch yourself and wank to climax. Moving yourself back onto my face, my cheeks are flooded, a combination of your sweet juices and the remains of my sticky cum.

We are both naked and you move down the bed, and we start to spoon, our groans pushed deep into each others.

Thus is the start of our adventure. Where this will go, neither of us know.