“Been a jaded lady when it comes to love,” Mary Chapin Carpenter’s lyric succinctly sums up Carol’s current situation, at least as far as her sex life is concerned. Having decided to give this dam dating app one last chance, she sits alone in a chic bar wondering where her prospective paramour has got to, it’s not as if she’s in town for long. Hoping for a half-decent hook-up when on a business trip surely can’t be setting the bar too high.
Where on earth is he? Is meeting guys getting harder, has her tolerance of fools diminished, might it be men no longer find her attractive? Enough with the insecurities, be positive, chimes an inner voice, give this encounter a chance and you might be pleasantly surprised.
This time she’d swiped right on a slightly younger man. After several consecutive unsatisfactory assignations, men from her peer group just don’t appeal to Carol anymore. However, not – it feels important to justify the choice to herself – by any stretch a toy boy.
Whatever, this is not an auspicious start and she’s disconsolately sipping her drink at a window table when a flustered-looking guy appears across the room. Unusual, thinks Carol, someone who resembles his profile photo, if anything better looking in real life – that never happens. Likes what she sees.
Her date exchanges words with the waiter and thanks him, immediately scoring brownie points. In Carol’s experience, people who are polite to staff are more likely to be decent human beings. He, what was the name, oh yes Sam, it suits him, approaches her table, immediately friendly, open and full of apologies.
“So sorry, I’m late…”
“What happened?” Carol enquires coolly, although already inwardly thawing she expects him to strive for forgiveness.
“Incident on the tube, old chap in front of me tripped and fell at the top of the escalator.”
“How horrible.”
“Horrible that three people walked past him before I got there.”
“Was the gentleman badly hurt?”
“No, thankfully, a cut hand and very shaken. I stayed until the station staff arrived, hence my late arrival.”
“Explains the blood on your shirt,” observes Carol.
“As opposed to my being a serial killer,” evidently Sam has a sense of humour. He takes the seat opposite and signals the server. “Can I order you anything?”
“No thanks, I’ve hardly touched this G&T.”
‘In which case, a glass of Pinot Gris please and some sparking water for the table,” he looks at Carol for confirmation.
“Good idea, after all, it is only midday, I mustn’t drink too much.”
So why did Sam swipe right? Because older women are more interesting, confident and – to be blunt – less needy and self-obsessed. Know what they want, aren’t afraid to ask and don’t spend the entire date on their phone.
Sam turns to face Carol, makes direct eye contact, and covertly assesses his captivating companion. Middle-aged, blond highlights framing an attractive face. She’s devoted time and thought to presentation, it’s all in the subtle details. Finely drawn eyebrows, moisturised, painted, perfumed, a hint of abundant cleavage, the toned upper arms of a woman who exercises, and best of all, a beguiling glimpse of nylon-clad legs. Combined with poise, posture and self-possession the result is an almost palpable sexual allure.
He’s also taken trouble to prepare, many blokes don’t these days, thinks Carol, expect their date to look a million dollars and then turn up in a T-shirt and jeans. Sam shows his date some respect and wears a smart suit – no tie, but polished shoes and an ironed shirt. The potential couple perfectly complement each other.
“Drama over, I promise,” says Sam. “Tell me something about yourself that wasn’t in the dating profile, what do you like to do?”
Good question, what does she like? Carol doesn’t reply immediately, instead takes a moment to consider several possible answers. Work? She enjoys her job but not a topic for now, enjoying the company of this charming man she doesn’t want to get bogged down in business small talk. Politics? No way, best choose a safe subject. Maybe art?
Which luckily turns out to be a subject of mutual interest, on which Sam is knowledgeable, entertaining and – hallelujah! – interested in her opinions. They chat amiably for the rest of the meal and Carol begins to relax, flirt and have fun, happily accepting his suggestion to visit a new sculpture exhibition at a gallery a block away. An unexpected cultural diversion but why not, thinks Carol, intelligence is a turn-on.
Less than half an hour later, libido stirring, she’s linked arms and,
is leaning in close to Sam when, as they near the end of the viewing, he takes things to a whole new level. Holding Carol’s hand, he leads her down a side corridor and into an empty room, locking the door behind them. Before she has a chance to react, Sam pulls her into a long and passionate kiss, to which, despite initial surprise, she responds avidly. Seizing the opportunity, Sam snakes a hand up Carol’s skirt, fingertips stroking the silky-soft skin above her stocking tops and eliciting moans of pleasure. She’s so sensitive to touch there, this is foreplay that always gets Carol’s motor running, is he psychic?
Holding her in thrall to his will, Sam tugs Carol’s satin panties to her knees and goes down on her exposed and shaven pussy, quickly driving her wild, deftly licking slick labia, circling and sucking her clit, insistently invading her quim. She is literally on the tip of Sam’s tongue, helplessly aroused, moaning loudly, hands in his hair; the fear of discovery adding to the moment. An orgasm overwhelms her, as far as Carol can recall her first standing up; she stifles a shout and comes hard, knees weak, heart pounding.
At which point a noise, and distant footsteps jolt the two back to reality. Thank goodness her knickers aren’t right off. Carol tugs them back into place, smooths down her skirt and follows Sam into the – fortunately deserted – main gallery; adrenaline coursing through her body, flushed, glowing and on cloud nine.
“Let me get my breath back,” she gasps. “Do you take all your dates in there?”
“I attended an evening lecture here a few months back and remembered the layout of the building; proves the value of further education,” Sam answers smoothly. “What would you like to do now?”
You, thinks Carol, made reckless by desire spontaneously voicing the thought: “I’d like to lure you back to my room.”
“Good,’ replies Sam, “because I live on the other side of town and don’t think I could keep my hands off you for the time it takes to get there.”
At her hotel, Carol suggests he order a drink in the bar while she freshens up. Deferred gratification never took so long; eventually a text pings onto Sam’s phone, ‘ready and waiting’.
In the room, the view is breathtaking. Not out of the window, although that’s pretty good, rather his paramour draped decoratively in a chair directly facing the door and sans panties, as Sam enters. There is no mistaking Carol’s intent and nothing to divert them. She sashays slowly towards him.
“Unzip me please,” he obliges, and she shimmies the dress to the floor. “Do you want me to leave the shoes on?” Carol steps delicately from the crumpled material.
“You read my mind, stockings and heels always do it for me.”
“Glad you like what you see. Fair warning, you’re about to encounter dangerous curves ahead. I can be quite a handful, hope you can cope,” Carol whispers seductively, slowly turning full circle to display her shapely figure.
“Oh, I’ll manage alright,” he pulls her close and kisses her neck, both hands cupping Carol’s full, firm derriere, abundant boobs pressed against his chest. Deftly she unfastens his trousers. “Let’s see what’s lurking here,” Carol murmurs, with a wicked smile. “Oh goodness, Sam, I’m impressed.” She holds his erection in cool hands, cupping his balls, fingers circling its girth, tugging gently at the shaft.
“I want this inside my pussy right now, fuck me, baby.” Carol lays back on the bed and opens her legs.
Sam strips off his shirt and trousers, exposing a muscular torso, manoeuvres between Carol’s thighs and gradually eases his cock into her glistening portal, inch by inch, pushing into the welcoming wetness until it can sink no further. Carol closes her eyes, oh, that feels so good, but, hey, what’s happening? Sam withdraws equally slowly, then when she thinks all is lost, re-enters, repeating the action time after time, filling her velvet slot.
“Oh God, I need this so much,” Carol whimpers. Sam’s earlier adroit oral ministrations have ignited an intense sexual arousal. Hungry for more, she so wants to come; it usually takes Carol a long time to orgasm from penetrative fucking – if at all. Many blokes can’t keep up or shoot too soon, leaving her to finish the job alone. Fortunately, Sam has stamina, nobly refraining from his release until she climaxes.
“Way too long since I had sex this good,” Carol’s eyes sparkle, she looks down in wonder as his cock slides in and out, of her vulva, puffy and red from the friction.
“I’ll keep going until you either come or tell me to stop,” Sam reassures and she silently applauds his staying power.
Edging closer to climax, Carol counters each of Sam’s steady thrusts. Sensing she’s on the brink he pushes her knees back towards her shoulders, increasing the pressure on her clit. A tremor runs from Carol’s calves, through her thighs into her pulsing pussy. She orgasms, euphoric and abandoned, delighting in Sam’s ecstatic expression as her cunt contracts tightly around his shaft. With a final effort, Carol bucks her hips, and he comes in a copious and shuddering crescendo.
As they lie contentedly on the bed. Carol’s heartbeat gradually slows and her mind wanders, lewdly imagining riding Sam cowgirl or giving him a blowjob. Simultaneously, he’s thinking of her amazing breasts and taking Carol from behind.
She feels a familiar sensation between her legs; aroused again, so soon? Carol reaches across and discovers Sam is already half erect. They roll over to face each other.
“Were you lying there fantasising about more fucking?” Carol enquires perceptively.
“Guilty with mitigating circumstances,” replies Sam, “you’re just too desirable.” Carol glows at the compliment.
“I have a confession,” she ventures tentatively.
“Go on…”
“At lunchtime, when you were late. In truth, I was behind schedule too,” Carol admits, “I’d only been there 10 minutes.” Sam raises an eyebrow.
“Maybe I should spank you,” he muses after a long pause.
“Maybe I’ll let you,” Carol replies instantly.
“You think you have a choice,” responds Sam, testing the water.
“I know I have a choice,” says Carol, firmly setting limits, “but right now I need a coffee.”
“Me too, there’s a good cafe a short stroll across the park.”
“Perfect, let me grab a shower first, alone,” Carol adds, spotting the wolfish look in his eye. She emerges a few minutes later wrapped in a fluffy white robe.
“The epitome of wholesomeness,” quips Sam.
“You think?” Carol flashes him a glimpse of her boobs. “Your turn now, I’ll be dressed and looking good when you’re done.”
The two meander hand in hand through the park until Carol suddenly turns the tables on Sam and drags him into a thicket.
“Since you enjoy the risk of public exposure, I’m going to suck you off – alfresco.” Carol crouches, affording Sam a cock-hardening view of stocking tops and panties. Releasing his shaft from his jeans she curls expert fingers around its girth; feels it throb and grow. Taking the tip between her lips, Carol opens her mouth wide to accommodate the shaft and gives Sam the best BJ he’s ever had, skilfully working his straining erection with her hands and tongue. God, it feels so good. Sam feels his sap rising.
“I’m going to come any second,” he warns.
“Oh, I’d better stop, don’t want you to shoot all over my tits and ruin this dress,” Carol sees the disappointment on his face and laughs. “Only kidding, it’d be cruel to stop now. Honestly, I’m such a tease, you’ll certainly have to spank me later.” She bobs her hot mouth up and down, which, along with the thought of her beautiful bottom bouncing under the impact of his palm, ensures Sam comes. Carol swallows, looks up with an expression of feigned innocence, politely asks to borrow a handkerchief and daintily wipes her mouth, before licking her lips salaciously.
“What can I say, I’m wicked,” she admits unrepentantly.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” replies Sam, “provoke me as much as you want, I’ve got plans for you.”
“Then I’d better stay in town an extra night,” replies Carol, maybe she’ll keep the dating app on her phone after all…
