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When I had been with my company for four years I was transferred to our marketing headquarters in the northeast. It was a nice promotion and a necessary career move.
Before finding a permanent residence I stayed in a small inn with very comfortable, homey rooms. I enjoyed the change from the typical cookie cutter hotels especially since I would be there a couple of months.
The hotel had a dining room that prided itself in home style cooking and I found myself eating there every night.
My routine was work, eat a great meal then go to my room to watch TV. Not an exciting life for a 25 year old guy. Once again my social life was non-existent as I settled into a new place and new work.
The place was owned by Mrs. Beatrice Gilford. She was just shy of 60, about 5'3" and maybe 20 pounds heavy. She always dressed in a rather severe manner complete with a bun hairdo. There was absolutely no doubt about who ran the place . She took her evening meals alone in a corner of the dining room which made me wonder about a Mr. Gilford.
One evening late in my second week at the hotel, I was having dinner when Mrs. Gilford came to my table. She asked if everything was satisfactory and I assured her I was enjoying my stay.
Then she said "I've noticed you eat alone and was wondering if you would like some company".
I invited her to join me for dinner.
During dinner I filled her in on my move, where I had come from and general small talk. She shared with me that Mr, Gilford had passed away five years prior and left her with her beloved hotel. We finished dinner and expressed our mutual enjoyment of the conversation.
Dinner with Mrs. Gilford, now Bea, became a nightly routine. As we got to know each other better the conversations became more personal. She asked me if I had a young lady somewhere and I explained that life was moving too fast career wise, so no. She talked about how much she missed Mr. Gilford. She said she had been a bit unruly when they met and that he had helped her be more mature and responsible.
One evening during dinner Bea, out of nowhere, asked "Do you see me as at all attractive?".
I hesitated a moment and said "Yes, of course".
She smiled and asked me why I hesitated.
I said "Well you always dress in a manner that's very conservative so it's really hard to tell".
She nodded and went back to her meal.
The next night Bea stunned everyone in the dining room when she appeared in a flowing white pants suit and pearl gray blouse, Her hair was down to her shoulders and her makeup was impeccable. I said "Bea you look gorgeous!".
She blushed a bit and sat down. She said that when Mr. Gilford died she just felt old and started dressing and acting that way.
Sometime during dessert I felt a hand on my upper thigh. When I looked at Bea she had an expression that asked "Is this OK?".
I patted her hand and smiled which apparently encouraged her because she then moved to my crotch gently squeezing my dick.
After several minutes of her rubbing me I leaned to her and whispered "Do you want to take this to my room?".
She responded with "No, I want to take it to my room but we need to leave separately".
When I arrived at her door, Bea asked me in then said "Don't be here out of pity"
I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. I asked her if that felt like pity.
She said "No".
She unbuttoned my shirt and began kissing my chest feverishly. I removed her jacket and began squeezing and massaging her breasts through her blouse. They felt soft and fleshy but were accented with rock hard nipples.
I unzipped her slacks and dropped them to the floor. Then I reached behind her and grasped a butt cheek. She took in a breath and said "It has been so long".
She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it on the floor, Next went the bra, I began sucking her breasts and nibbling on her nipples.
She leaned back and said "Bite them hard".
When I bit down on a nipple she groaned and seemed to be near orgasm.
Bea unzipped my slacks and pulled them down briefs and all. She went at my dick like a woman possessed.
I pulled her up and looked at her standing in front of me clad only in a pair of frilly white panties. I led her to the bed and laid her down. I rolled her over on her stomach and slowly pulled the panties off revealing a soft lily white bottom. I ran my hands up her legs, over her butt and up to her shoulders stopping at her bottom to pat it gently.
Bea said "Do that harder it feels good".
I started gently spanking her while she raised her butt to meet my hand,
She suddenly jumped up and said "I want you to spank me like Mr. Gilford did.
She told me to sit on the bed with my back against the head board. She crawled over my lap and said "Now spank me properly"
I began spanking her bottom and, as it turned a nice shade of pink, she put her hand under her and brought herself to orgasm.
She lay across me until she got her breath. Then she got on all fours with her head down on the bed.
Bea looked over her shoulder at me and said "Mr. Gilford always liked me this way".
I didn't need more invitation and when I slipped into a very wet pussy, we went at it like rabbits until we were both spent.
I spent the night in Bea's bed sleeping spoon style and telling her how incredible a lover she was.
The next evening I was seated for dinner when I heard a huge clatter. One of the waitresses had tripped over a customer's foot and tossed a tray full of food on the floor. Bea came in at that moment, saw the mess and began berating a terribly embarrassed young girl. The girl cleaned up the mess and went to the kitchen.
When Bea sat down at our table I said "You were a little rough on her, it was an accident. The customer had his foot in the way".
Bea said "Oh my, I thought she was just being careless. I will go apologize immediately."
When she came back to the table, Bea was very quiet. When the meal was over, she said "Please accompany me to my room".
On arriving at her room, Bea turned to me and said "That was an awful thing for me to do and Mr. Gilford would have punished me for it".
I just looked at her as she said "I want you to punish me as he would have".
With no further conversation she went to her desk and retrieved an 18" ruler. Then she calmly stripped down to her panties and bent over the foot board of the bed.
She told me that when Mr. Gilford punished her he would decide on the number of strokes she was to receive. Half would be delivered with only her panties on and the other half bare bottom.
She asked me how many I thought she should receive.
Seeing she was serious, I suggested 10.
Bea shook her head no and said "I believe 30 is more appropriate for my bad behavior".
I began smacking her with the ruler while she counted the strokes. At fifteen I asked her if that was adequate punishment.
Her answer was to lower her panties and bend back over. As I began again Bea was bouncing on her toes and began to cry. When she had counted out the last fifteen, she pulled her panties up and got dressed.
When she was dressed, she thanked me and said good night.
The next night at dinner not a word was said about the previous evening. I presumed this was how Mr. Gilford had cured her unruliness.
Bea and I spent a several more nights together before I moved to an apartment. She always wanted a spanking then sex. I looked forward to having that matronly bottom across my knees and making love to this full-bodied, sexy woman.
I only saw her one more time after I moved but I had learned that older women can be beautiful and passionate. Bea was quite a woman and Mr. Gilford had been a lucky man.
A few years later I learned that Bea had passed away. On a trip back to headquarters I visited her grave and as I stood there I quietly said "Rest well beautiful lady".
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