I'm turning into a dirty old lady. Okay, not that old, I'm still in my early forties, but I've reached that age where I am invisible to the pretty young boys. Oh, I'm still nice looking. I can still turn the heads of men my own age, but let's face it, how many of them have aged well? I work hard to maintain what I have, why should I settle for someone who doesn't? Good-looking middle-aged men are not all that common. Well, not around here anyway. There are plenty on television, but in my world? Nope, not finding them.

Oh but back to the pretty young men. See I am old enough, or well, almost old enough to be their mother, so their eyes just pass right over me. Not even a second glance. That's why the waiter caught me so off guard. I was at that bistro down on the corner. I go there from time to time, but I had never seen him before, figured he must be new. Anyway he was a cute young thing and I was enjoying the banter, but he couldn't have been more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight. So the fact that he was flirting with me, well, I just chalked it up to him hoping for a better tip. Imagine my surprise when he slipped me a card with his phone number on it along with the check.

"I get off at nine. Call me if you'd like to get together," he said.

"Excuse me?" I must have misunderstood.

He blushed and looked down at his feet. Then shrugging he looked back up and said, "I thought maybe... I don't know, that we could hook up."

I smiled at him. "Hook up? You mean have sex."

Again the blush rose in his face. "You're not interested?" he challenged.

"Oh, I'm interested, just making sure you know what you're getting yourself into." I resisted the urge to add 'little boy' on to the end of that sentence. I mean, no point in insulting him, he was proposing sex.

"So, I get off at nine, call me if you're interested," he repeated, shrugging as he said it.

I nodded at him and slipped his number in my purse.

Well now that gave me something to think about for the next few hours. I mean, really? How scandalous, but how delightful. And what a looker he was. That chiseled jaw and tight firm ass. I could only imagine what surprises a young hard body like that would hold.

So when nine o'clock came around, there I was with the phone in one hand and his number in the other. What on earth was I thinking? What on earth was he thinking? I was thinking about getting laid, it was that simple, I'm not sure what his motives were, but I decided to just say fuck it and call.

He answered after the first ring, before I could come to my senses and hang up.

"Hey, it's me," I said, hoping I didn't sound desperate.

"I was hoping you'd call."

There was silence. I wasn't sure what to say next.

He took the initiative. "So, do you want to hook up?"

"Sure," I said. What the hell.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

"What? No, I'm not giving you my address. I don't even know you."

"Yet you are willing to have sex with me," he chuckled. "My roommate is home tonight so we can't go to my place."

I pictured a filthy apartment much like a college dorm and knew his 'place' was never even a consideration. "Well, we're not doing it here."

"Okay, so where do you want to meet?" he asked.

I thought it over for a moment and said, "Give me thirty minutes. I'll call you back and tell you where to meet me."

"Okay," he said and hung up.

Had I completely lost my mind? Now I was going to get a hotel room to meet some stranger ? I felt the smile spread across my face. Oh my, this was fun. Dangerous, stupid and so totally fun. I hadn't felt this exhilarated in years.

Twenty-five minutes later I sat in a hotel room dialing my young waiter's number and wondering what the hell had come over me. "Room 225 at the Marriott," I told him.

I turned the TV on. Let's face it, I needed the distraction. Left with my own thoughts I might well go insane while waiting and wondering if he would actually show. Not to mention what would happen if he did. Maybe his intent was to rob me. I put my purse in the safe there in the room and locked it. Maybe his intent was to rape me. Okay that was crazy, you can't rape the willing. Maybe murder me, yeah, whatever, I obviously had lost it completely.

Forty-five minutes later, just as I was deciding his intent was to humiliate me by not showing, there was a knock on my door.

I opened it to see him standing there in jeans and a tee shirt. Those tank top ones they call wife beaters. Nasty name for such a fine invention. His arms were as chiseled at his face. I could see his pecs standing out under his shirt. This boy spent more than enough time at the gym.

"I thought maybe you'd changed your mind," I said stepping back from the door to let him in.

He smirked. "I've been pacing up and down the hall for the last twenty minutes trying to get up the nerve to knock," he admitted.

What a bird's eye view that would have been. Him pacing the hall, me on the other side of the wall pacing around the room.

"I've never done this before," he explained.

"Done what before?" For a minute I feared he would say he had never given a pity fuck.

"Picked up a customer from the restaurant."

"Oh, I thought maybe you had never done it with an older woman," I baited him.

"Older? You aren't that much older than me."

"Oh aren't you sweet. How old do you think I am? Oh wait, don't answer that. And don't tell me how old you are either. It might scare me."

He grinned at me with his coy little smile, and then stepped forward so that his face and mine were inches apart.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered. "I saw you sitting at my table, and I just had to try. I figured you'd shoot me down, but I had to try." He leaned in and kissed me, softly at first then growing more urgent.

I reached my arms around him, pulling his body closer, feeling the muscles of his broad shoulders. I felt his hands slide up my back and begin to pull down the zipper on the back of my dress.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked at me with so much passion and lust in his eyes, I thought I would come right there, just floating in his gaze.

He took my hand and led me over to the bed. I reached out and began unbuttoning his jeans. In moments we were both down to our underwear. He pulled me back into his embrace. The feel of his silky bare skin against mine was heaven.

He gently pushed me down onto the bed and unfastened my bra; pulling it off, he began massaging my breasts. I lay back, watching him as he lay down beside me. He slid down and took one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking and licking it. His hand traced a line down my abdomen and slid under my panties. He found my clit and started playing with it. All coherent thought left my head as he took me to climax after climax using only his hand and his tongue.

Finally I could take it no more, I pull his head up to look at me. "I want you inside me." My voice was husky and I could feel his cock jump against my leg as I spoke. His eyes slid closed and he took in a deep breath as if to regain some control.

He rose up over me, pulled my panties off and slid his down to his ankles.

"Wait," I said as he straddled over me. "Let me look at you."

He grinned and posed there on his knees. He hand reached down and stroked his cock. He had a well-defined chest, ripped abs and a well-endowed cock. Women who say size doesn't matter, well, they are lying.

He placed my legs up over his shoulders and positioned himself at my hole. I watched his eyes close in bliss as he pushed into me. He stayed that way, not moving, while I squeezed my muscles tightly around him.

"Ahhh," he moaned. I released, then squeezed down again.

"AAAhhhh." His moan was louder. I released again, then clamped down as hard as I could.

"Oh Fuck," his breathing becoming labored. He began moving, stroking in and out of me, angling up to hit my g-spot again and again. For the second time that night coherent thought left my brain.

He brought me to climax after climax, pounding into my relentlessly. He was like the damn Energizer Bunny.

My hand cupped his ass as my fingers teasingly played with his hole. He gasped as my finger slid in just a bit.

Then I could feel him growing impossibly bigger, I knew he was close to his climax. I watched his face as his orgasm took him, his chiseled jaw going slack and his eyelids drooping heavily.

He gently lay down on top of me, being mindful of his weight. His breathing still heavy, he snuggled up in the crook of my neck.

"Give me just a minute, then we'll go again," he said. And I realized I couldn't remember the last time I had been with a man that could regain his hard on again without a few hours sleep, if not a few days.

He began kissing and nipping at my neck, hitting all the sensitive spots. His lips made their way to mine and we kissed lazily, sensually for a while. I could feel him begin to harden again, and realized he had never pulled out of me.

He rose up on his knees and began playing with my clit as he slowly stroked in and out of me. I thought I would lose my sanity from the overload of pleasure. He watched me as I climaxed again, all the while sliding in and out slowly, teasingly.

"Oh God, you are driving me crazy," I cried.

He smiled. "What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me," I panted.

"I am."

"Harder."

"Harder?"

"Yes."

"Like this?" He began pounding into me with all that he had. I thought if I died right then and there it would have all been worth it.

Again I was amazed at his stamina. I had forgotten what it was like to fuck like teenagers. I realized how much I had missed it.

Again I felt his cock growing harder inside me. I opened my eyes; I wanted to watch him come. I wanted to see the bliss wash across his face.

He came hard, I could feel his dick erupting inside me, then he slumped back down on top of me, this time sliding out.

"Wow," he sighed. "That was awesome."

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Are you staying here tonight?" he asked, raising his head up to look at me.

"I suppose, I really hadn't thought of it, but it's paid for, so I might as well."

He nodded, laying his head back down.

"How about you?" I asked, not sure what I wanted the answer to be.

"I should probably go home," he said, but didn't move. He lay there beside me with his head on my chest. I began running my fingers through his silky hair relishing the feel of his body against mine.

I felt him growing heavier on me as his body relaxed. As his breathing grew deeper I realized he had fallen asleep. I thought of waking him, he had said he should go home, but I wanted the fantasy to go on a little longer, so instead I closed my eyes and let myself drift off with this beautiful man keeping me company.

© Melina Catts 2005