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It was a brief encounter at a national chain hair salon— and I use the word “salon” in jest. As a man in my early fifties, I had the typical balding issue on top and kept my hair rather short, but not quite a buzz cut.
In early 2023 I went into a random Great Cuts at the spur of the moment, not the usual location near my home. The young woman who trimmed my hair did a fine job. As she and I made small talk, the older redhead stylist working at the adjacent chair kept smiling at me when we’d make eye contact.
I was newly divorced and had not started dating, so I was unsure how to handle the situation. I got up from the chair and smiled at her on my way to the register. As I paid, she looked over two more times, so I decided I had to do something.
As I put my change into my wallet, I walked to my stylist’s chair and handed her a tip. When I turned around, I looked at the mystery redhead and introduced myself.
“Hi, I’m Tom,” I said, handing her my business card. I told her, “Maybe we can get a drink sometime. Call my cell number if you’re interested.” I took a few steps back toward the lobby and realized I had forgotten one major thing. “What’s your name?”
“Lisa,” she said with a smile. “I’ll call you tonight.”
“I look forward to talking with you,” I replied.
**
A few days later, I walked into a local restaurant ten minutes early and headed straight to the bar. Much to my surprise, I saw Lisa sitting at the bar. As I approached, I noticed she looked great. She was in nicer clothes, with a bit more makeup, and her hair was curled more.
After a brief hug and exchanging pleasantries, we ordered drinks from the bartender. It was only 3:00 pm so we were the only customers in the bar, which allowed us to talk freely.
“So, what did you have in mind?” I asked Lisa.
“Well, as I told you on the phone the other night, I’m looking for a “Friends With Benefits” type of thing. We hang out, maybe have dinner or go to a movie, and then have some adult fun. I’m not looking to date seriously or have a boyfriend since I have two teenagers at home. I don’t have time for a real relationship. Ideally, we could meet two or three times a month.”
We continued to talk and get to know each other, mixing in some flirty touches and light kisses on the cheeks and lips. We ordered a second drink and after an hour, I suggested we head out.
“How far is your house?” she asked.
“Thirty minutes, but for our first time I was going to pay for a hotel room,” I told her.
“No, I’m not going to a cheap hotel,” Lisa told me.
“Do I look like I’d take you to a cheap Motel 6? Let’s go to the Marriott, back by the freeway. It’s two blocks,” I replied.
Five minutes later we were parked in the front lot of the Marriott Courtyard and standing between our two cars as I booked a room with my loyalty points on my iPhone. When I finished I opened my truck’s backseat door and pulled out a small duffle bag and my laptop backpack.
“What’s that for?” she asked with a puzzled look.
I chuckled, “This is my laptop so I’m not leaving it my truck, and the other bag has my toiletries, gym clothes, and bottled water. If we go in without anything, they’ll know we’re hooking up.”
A few minutes later I opened the hotel room door and Lisa walked in and went straight for the bathroom. “I’ll be about five minutes,” she told me.
During this time, I adjusted the thermostat and opened the heavy commercial drapes, allowing the afternoon sun to filter through the sheer curtain in our thirdfloor room. I found a music channel on the television and finally took a seat on the loveseat.
Finally, the bathroom door started to open, “Are you ready?” Lisa asked.
“Yes,” I said.
Lisa came out in a matching black bra and thong set, black fishnet stockings, and her black stilettos. “Do you like it?
I smiled at her as she slowly walked across the room, crossing her legs like a model walking down a fashion runway. “You look great! Come join me.”
Lisa sat down next to me, and we instantly began making out. As we kissed passionately, our hands were all over each other. Mine went from her head, down her back to her ass, and then I softly caressed her averagesized breasts.
“We need to get you undressed,” she said. “Stand up.”
I hesitated for a second, as I studied Lisa’s every curve. She was about fiveseven tall, a toned size six, with her almost Farrah Fawcettlike copperred hair. Once standing she pulled off my polo shirt and took off my chinos and boxers in seconds.
My semierect seveninch dick flopped out past the waistband. “Nice cock,” Lisa said. “Good job manscaping too.”
I had been using clippers to trim my pubes for years. Currently, I was leaving a twoinch by oneinch patch above my manhood, and my balls were shaved clean. One of my daily grooming procedures is to moisturize my cock, balls, and pubic area with aloe lotion. I also went a few times a year for a “manzilian” wax. No woman wants to lick a hairy “starfish.”
Lisa lowered herself and was now at eye level with my hardening manhood. She looked up at me, smiled, and took hold of my shaft and raised it toward my stomach. She started at the bottom of my sack and slowly licked my boys and up the shaft, all while keeping eye contact with me. When she reached the top, she swirled her tongue around the ridge of my glans making me shiver with delight.
“Oh, shit! That feels good,” I moaned.
She wasted no time as she started bobbing on my cock. My hands were now holding two handfuls of her luxurious hair and I let her bobbing guide my hands. After twenty seconds Lisa slowly went down and deepthroated my rockhard cock. I hit the back of her throat causing her to gag and her eyes to water.
“That’s hot,” I whispered. “Let’s sit down on the loveseat.”
Before we sat down, the y redhead went back down on my thickening cock. When her nose touched my pubes, I felt her tongue licking my balls.
“You have some skills!” I mumbled as I savored the ball licking.
Once finally seated and making out, I released the clasp on her black lacy bra and slowly pulled the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, exposing her 34C boobs. Lisa had pinkishbrown areolas, just wider than a quarter, and soft puffy nipples a shade darker.
My hands softly caressed both tits for several seconds before my lips were kissing her left boob. I left probably twenty kisses on both tits and in her small canyon of a cleavage. My tongue started to tease her right nipple, licking and flicking it.
“Oh, I love that. I love having my nipples played with,” she whispered in my ear.
I lay Lisa back on the loveseat and positioned one leg on the floor and the other up on the back cushion, giving me full access to her pussy. She had a thin landing strip in a soft red color. Yes, the carpet matched the drapes.
Before I could dive in and assault her pink pleasure palace with my tongue, Lisa’s hand was starting to play with her labia lips. She playfully pulled on her glistening brownish meat curtains before plunging one finger into her wet box. Lisa instantly began moaning. And loudly.
Here I was, on my knees, kneeling on the loveseat, sitting on my heels, watching her masturbate. I was getting so turned on by the sight and sounds that I began to stroke my rockhard cock.
“Oh yeah, stroke that big dick,” she sneered.
“You want me to cum on you?” I asked.
“Later. After we fuck,” she whispered as she continued to finger her kitty. “I love it on my tits, but I’d rather swallow.”
Shit, that’s a tough decision. In her mouth or nutting all over her tits?, I thought to myself. “OK, after we fuck,” I repeated to her.
I pushed her hand out of the way as I lowered my face toward her honey pot. It was now dripping wet and producing the musky smell of . The aroma was intoxicating. Starting at her “taint,” I slowly licked up and pressed my tongue softly into her moist slit.
“Lick me. It’s been far too long since I had my pussy worshiped,” Lisa said.
I looked her in the eyes, “Oh, I’ll worship your pussy alright. I love getting a woman off orally.”
My tongue headed south back down her folds; this time I probed just a teeny bit deeper. Lisa was moaning and shifting on the loveseat. She had pulled her legs back toward her head and interlocked her arms behind her knees. This gave me wideopen access to her and her browneye.
I tickled her taint, flicking my tongue several times causing her to giggle. I switched to light kisses, moving around randomly. I slowly and softly kissed down her lady bits, stopping briefly to suck and pull on her labia with my lips. The next stop on the “kissing and licking tour” was her backdoor.
My first kiss on her rosebud made Lisa twitch. I told her to relax and enjoy the feeling. I slowly drew a large circle around her rosebud with the tip of my tongue, and then another slightly smaller. The third was right on the edge of her sphincter. I pressed my flat tongue below her hole and licked up at a snail’s pace.
“Holy shit!” she sighed. “Do that again.”
I snickered internally, knowing the fantastic feeling she was receiving having her ass licked. I continued alternating between slow licks, quick flicking, and an occasional probe of my tongue into her Hersey Highway.
My left hand had traveled north and found her clit. It had appeared from under its hood and was now twice the size as when I had started. I licked my thumb softly, and slowly, began to rub her pleasure nub in a circular motion. Lisa was moaning loudly. Really loud. Like louder than any woman I had ever been with.
Stopping, I looked up at her and said, “Jesus, quiet down. I hope we don’t have neighbors in the other rooms.”
Sheepishly she said, “I can’t help it.”
I started licking her pussy and easily inserted one finger into her kitty thanks to her natural lubrication. This chick was wet! Thankfully, her nectar was sweet to the taste. I added a second finger after a few thrusts, and my mouth focused on her engorged tictac. Lisa continued with her loud moaning.
My focus was on getting her to cum and I had lost track of how long I was down orally pleasuring her when I heard three loud knocks on the door. Startled, my head snapped up from between her legs.
“Security,” we heard from outside.
I looked at Lisa and she looked as shocked as I was. I whispered, “Holy shit.”
“Just a moment,” I yelled.
I looked at Lisa, “Someone must have called the front desk due to your moaning.”
I quickly put on my boxers and shirt and slowly opened the door, just peeking out. “Yes,” I said, making eye contact with the uniformed security guard.
“Mr. Williams, can you please keep the noise down? We had a complaint,” he said.
Trying to water down the situation, “Noise? What noise?”
He smiled, and said in a whisper, “I was out here for ten seconds before I knocked. I heard everything,” ending it with a wink of his eye. “Just quiet down, please.”
“Okay, we’ll quiet down,” I told him, not believing a word I said.
Before he turned to leave, he said, “Have fun” with a smirk.
THE END Chapter One
