Back in the late nineties, I worked for a software house in Hinckley, which was a fair commute from home. To cut down on travel, I stayed over a couple of nights a week, usually in an American-style motel on the A5. My usual routine was to eat at a restaurant, and then catch a movie somewhere or hit a nightclub.

On one occasion, I went to this nightclub in the middle of Hinckley; I can’t remember the name of it. However, this was on a Thursday night, which meant it would cater to an older clientele. In fact, you had to be over 25 to enter. It was known colloquially as ‘Grab a Granny’ night, which gave away the true purpose of it.

Anyway, I was in my late thirties at the time, and decided to give it a whirl and see what happened. As you can imagine, the place was heaving with men and women of, let’s say, misbehaving seniors. Not surprising really, given the venue and reputation. I was at the bar waiting to be served when I felt a hand stroking my arse. Upon turning to see who the culprit was, I was presented with an attractive woman, slightly plump, with a pretty smiling face, full lips, nice tits, and blonde shoulder-length hair. She wore a low-cut, three-quarter-length black dress showing a provocative cleavage. She was advertising her assets, and I guessed she was in her mid-fifties.

“Would you like to buy me a drink, handsome?” she said. Backwards in coming forwards, she wasn’t.

I liked the look of her, so I replied:,“Sure, what’s your poison?”

“Vodka Martini please.” Cheap date, no.

We got our drinks and found a small table near the back to sit at. We engaged in small talk for a few minutes, and she asked my name. “Chuck," I said, “as in Chuck Norris. Yours?”

“Pamela, as in Pamela Anderson.” We both knew the names were bullshit, but were willing to play the game.

“Are you local, ‘Chuck’, or passing through?”

I explained in very vague terms that I was not local, but worked locally.

“Where are you staying then?”

“At a local motel when I stay up."

“Perfect. Let’s cut to the chase. I fancy you, and I think you fancy me. How about you showing me the décor of your motel room?”

She was looking for cock.

I was looking for pussy.

We were both looking to get fucked.

This was the whole point of being here.

“Sounds like a plan," I responded.

“I’ll just let my friend know where I am. Back in a jiffy.”

Very sensible, I thought; after all, we had only just met.

We left the club and hired a taxi to my motel. In the back of the taxi, Pamela grabbed my crotch and rubbed her hand up and down, holding onto my hardening shaft through my pants. She whispered in my ear, “Ooh, that feels good. It will feel even better when it’s inside me.”

My hand found its way to her panties under her dress, where I stroked her slit through the gossamer fabric. Her wetness oozed through her panties, and she gasped in pleasure.

We arrived at the motel and entered my room, which had two queen-sized beds.

“Oh Chuck, we are going to have some fun here!” she exclaimed, and with that she hugged me, mashing her lips against mine. Our mouths opened and our tongues lashed each other. I grabbed her arse and pulled her to my groin, where she couldn’t have failed to feel my rock-hard cock.

As we embraced, I unzipped the back of her dress; she stepped back and it fell to the floor, revealing her black bra, panties and black hold-up stockings. She looked at me saucily and slowly removed her bra, followed by her panties. She stood there showing a nice pair of tits and a neatly shaved bush. She was about to remove her hold-ups, but I told her to leave them on along with her stilettos. She backed onto the bed and opened her legs wide, showing her glistening pussy. I could smell her arousal and it was exciting me.

“Lick me," she said.

I lost my clothes and put my head down between her legs to feast. I used my tongue to give her long licks between her anus and her clit. Her breathing got heavier as she became more excited, and her pussy was oozing more nectar. I inserted one and then two fingers into her vagina and searched for her sweet G-spot. At the same time, my tongue started dancing around her clit. I found her spot near the ridges at the front of her pussy, and then I sucked on her clit, stabbing it with my tongue.

Pamela came. Her legs thrashed around my head, and she moaned in pleasure while her cunt pulsated and gushed out pussy juice. Pleased that I had brought her to orgasm, I shuffled up the bed and lay next to her. She was still breathing heavily but with a satisfied smile on her face.

“That was amazing, thank you," she said.

We lay there for a while, and then I started massaging her tits. She was making encouraging noises, so I started sucking her erect nipples. Her hand grabbed my cock and she started stroking it. After a couple of minutes of this I said: “I want to fuck you now.”

She smiled and said, “Oh yes, please, go for it, tiger.”

As it turns out we both had condoms – we came prepared. She tore the foil and unrolled it onto my very stiff cock.

Pamela lay on her back and opened her legs. I lay on top of her, supporting my weight with my elbows. She grabbed my cock and placed it at her entrance. I pushed into her warm, wet pussy and was pleasantly surprised at how tight she was. I had no idea whether she had children or not, but guessed she probably did. I bottomed out in her cunt and then started a rhythm going in and out. We both started to pant as our enjoyment grew. Pamela was moaning and I was grunting in pleasure.

After about five minutes she said, “Please finish me off doggy style.”

I withdrew, and she flipped over, arching her back and presenting her large arse and wet pussy. I grabbed her substantial cheeks, splayed them apart, and thrust my cock into her waiting cunt. We both gasped at the sensation, and I started to vigorously fuck her.

Pamela was now moaning loudly and crying out, “Harder, harder." I intensified my thrusting and could feel the beginnings of my climax. Using her hand Pamela played with her clit. “Oh God, I’m so close!” she cried. So was I.

We both went over the edge at about the same time. Pamela’s cunt spasmed around my cock, and she shrieked out her pleasure. I was at the point of no return and groaned as I shot my load into the condom embedded in her pussy. We both collapsed breathlessly onto the mattress and blissfully lay in the afterglow.

At that point, Pamela’s mobile phone rang…

To be concluded…