Cary saw him from across the lobby, late 40s perhaps, handsome in an old-school way. He exuded confidence in his tailored suit and open-collared shirt, and he was headed right towards her. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Cary, I just want to thank you for the wonderful presentation.”

Brian had attended Cary’s keynote address at the convention, and though it was an excellent presentation, it was thoughtful and incisive. Anyone in the audience would have seen a woman in a conservative blue blazer and a skirt that fell just below the knee. Brian saw, imagined actually, what was hiding under that exterior: a hot cougar with a killer body waiting to let loose.

“Well, Brian…” reading his nametag, “I appreciate that.”

Brian noticed that Cary was sitting angled on the couch in such a way that her skirt had ridden up to mid-thigh, showcasing her dancer’s legs, and she had loosened one button on her blazer, giving a hint of cleavage and sexy bra beneath. He decided to go for it.

 “I have to say, you are the most beautiful presenter this conference has ever had, and I would like to take you to dinner.”

“Coming from a handsome guy like yourself, thanks, and I would love to have dinner with you.”

As Cary rose from the couch, Brian helped her up, and she let her hand linger in his a bit longer than usual, a mischievous smile on her face.

“I am in suite 804,” Cary whispered in his ear, “Pick me up there at 7:30.”

As Cary walked toward the elevators, Brian’s eyes never left her; the sway of her hips, the grace of a gymnast, taking it all in.

“Yes.”

...

“Come in, the door is open.”

Brian, having just knocked at precisely 7:30, couldn’t have imagined what lay in store for him.

Cary was sitting on the bed, putting on what could only be described as her fuck- me-heels. The way her hands glided over her toned legs made Brian appreciate how an older woman could take such good care of herself.

Her blond hair flowed, cascading over her shoulders and framing her gorgeous face, her makeup perfectly applied. And her smile was beyond sexy. It said, Right Now. The black one-piece minidress left little to the imagination, her deep cut top revealing boobs that ached to be touched, kissed, and worshipped. Her necklace, dropping low into her cleavage, allowed him to stare.

Brian felt his cock spring to life, Cary smiling when she noticed the sizable bulge, growing, and thought she was a lucky girl tonight.

 “WOW…you look incredible,” Brian barely able to get out the words.

 Cary had gone all out to impress him, and knowing she looked good, very fuckable, approaching a ten on the Bo Derek scale, chimed in.

“You look hot yourself, Brian.”

 …

Brian had suggested they eat somewhere down by Faneuil Hall, but they opted to eat in the hotel restaurant, after Cary implied that they should order light, maybe an appetizer or two. She said she wanted to save room for dessert.

“Today was all about business. Tonight will be all about pleasure.”

The check couldn’t have come fast enough.

 …

Brian’s suite, with its floor-length windows, provided a great view of the Boston skyline, and with the curtains open, bathed the room in an orange glow.

They stood at the foot of the bed, making out like young lovers, kisses that defined the meaning of passion. Brian found the strap on her dress, releasing her tits that were indeed magnificent, nipples already hard to his touch. Cary fumbled while unloosing his belt, finding his impressive cock straining to be free of his underwear.

Cary pushed Brian onto the bed and soon he was naked, Cary on her knees, boobs hanging deliciously, as she bent and began flicking the head of his penis with her tongue, then licking the underside, moving from tip to base, no hands. They were occupied, one fondling Brian’s balls, the other, one finger, poised, teasing at his opening. When she took his cock full deep throat, Brian began circular movements with his hips, but letting Cary take control. When she pressed her finger in that forbidden zone, just a tip, Cary could taste his precum.

“Yes, Cary, right there. Don’t stop.”

But she did, grabbing his shaft at the base and head, until the urge for him to explode had subsided.

“We have time for that. Now I would like you to have dessert.”

She slipped out of the dress and lay on the bed, her legs open, inviting. Her pussy was already soaked in anticipation.

Brian knew exactly what to do. His tongue swirled across her clit before finding her sweet folds, alternating sucking and licking. Cary thought he was a master and must have pleased many women before her. His strong hands caressed her boobs, pinching her already swollen nipples. She was on the brink.

But then he stopped, moved alongside Cary, head to toe, in the opposite direction, his one hand now rubbing her pussy, then inserting two fingers, exploring.

Cary, at first disappointed when Brian stopped, but realized he was going for a bigger payoff, her G-spot. His come-hither movement on the roof of her vagina was setting her ablaze. When his fingers drifted from the mark, she shifted her hips until he was back on track.

The warmth and wetness began to build, and Cary could no longer contain it, erupting in a shower of juices, wave after wave, her body bucking and shaking, Brian not letting up until she was drained. She lay there spent, contented, in pure ecstasy.

Cary quickly realized that Brian needed to climax, and with an urgency that demanded her full attention, slid over, her mouth devouring his pulsing cock, and finished where she had left off just a few minutes ago. Brian cumming in one massive spurt, filling Cary’s mouth with his juice, a bit dripping onto her chin.

Without missing a beat, her mouth met his, and the cum-kiss that ensued was one for the ages. And there they lay, their bodies entangled in one another, wondering what else the evening had in store, both agreeing this was just the start, a perfect start…