After a week of messaging, we finally talked on the phone on Friday night. She agreed to meet me for dinner on Tuesday, after her last session ended at the conference she was attending.
I arrived at the high-end steakhouse a few minutes early, so I quickly used the men’s room before she arrived. When I checked in with the hostess, she asked whether I preferred a location. I quickly looked around and asked if we could sit in a four-person booth in the bar area. She said those seats were open, so any table was available.
When Paige walked through the front door, I instantly knew it was her based on the description of her dress she had texted me at lunchtime. Average height, curvy size eight-ten, medium red hair, green eyes, and wearing a sleeveless, V-neck, emerald green dress. I waved as I stood up in the aisle. We greeted each other with a nice hug and said hello.
After we sat down, I told her, “Nice to meet you, Paige.”
She smiled. “Nice to meet you, too, Steve Miller.” She paused. “My last name is Turner.”
My brow instinctively rose. “Paige Turner. And you’re a librarian? You’re kidding, right?”
“Yes, Paige Turner. No one ever believes me. Do you want to see my ID?” she asked.
“No, I believe you. It is kind of cute,” I told her.
During the hour-plus dinner, we fifty-somethings had electric chemistry, and we both dropped a few sexual innuendos. This wasn’t surprising since she and I met on a seniors' dating app. I learned that she lived an hour and a half away but was in Sacramento for three days for a librarian conference. Paige was staying at the conference's main hotel, the Grand Hyatt, across from the state capitol building.
After dinner, I walked her back to her hotel, as we had agreed to a “final-final” drink at the lobby bar. She said there would probably be a few people from her conference at the bar, mainly women.
As we walked into the dimly lit bar, several women’s heads turned. They were obviously at the librarian conference, as they still had their lanyards and name tags. Paige whispered that she needed to say hello.
As we approached, several said hello to Paige. All looked me up and down. She quickly introduced me to the four ladies, telling them we were friends in college. We chatted a bit, then I mentioned getting drinks to finish our conversation.
We sat about thirty feet from the group of women, with Paige able to see her colleagues in case any approached our conversation. We discussed the weird people we’ve encountered via the dating apps. After about ten minutes into our conversation, I moved my chair closer to her and casually held her hand.
As we talked, I lightly touched her knee or forearm to show understanding or when we were laughing. I was eventually holding her hand and sitting next to Paige on the bench seat against the wall. She was now rubbing my calf with her foot. When she said her feet ached from a full day in stilettos, I offered a foot massage.
“Oh, a foot massage sounds divine, but let’s do that in my room,” she said with a wink.
I paid for our tab and met Paige as she said goodnight to her friends. We walked to the elevator arm in arm. “I bet your friends are watching us,” I told her.
She laughed, saying, “One hundred percent.”
Once the elevator doors closed, I pulled her toward me and kissed her passionately. I had one hand in the small of her back and the other rubbing her booty. Our tongues met in a slow, soft, and sensual dance. Paige had one hand on the back of my neck, and I soon felt the other rubbing my growing erection.
Moaning softly, I said, “You tease!”
We weren’t in her room but three steps, and my suit jacket was on the floor, and we were both trying to get the other naked in record time. Just as I kicked off my boxers, Paige suggested a shower.
“It’s been a long day; I’d feel much better if I rinsed off. Will you join me?” she asked.
We moved into the luxurious bathroom, and she started the water. I stood behind her, admiring her full booty and stroking myself. Once the water was warm, Paige stepped into the large walk-in shower. After getting her entire body and hair wet, she looked in my direction.
“This would be much nicer if you joined me,” she said.
I entered the shower, got wet, and then pinned her against the tiled side wall. We kissed passionately as I started washing her body with the shower gel.
“You have such strong hands,” Paige said. “And you seem to know several massage techniques.”
“Thanks for noticing. Next time I’ll have to bring my massage oil; it’s an organic coconut oil,” I told Paige.
The next several minutes were full of kisses, sensual touches, soapy bodies, and more. Just when I thought we were done, she told me to sit down on the bench at the far end. She then got on her knees and took my cock into her warm, wet mouth.
“Oohhh,” I moaned softly. “That feels incredible.”
Paige then deepthroated my seven-plus inches. With her nose pressed into my pubic area, she began flicking her tongue on my freshly waxed scrotum before slowly teasing the underside of my manhood as she glided up my shaft. Naturally, the mild-mannered librarian teased my glans as she swirled her tongue around the crown twice.
Giggling, she said, “And that was just a sample of my oral skills.”
We had a playful time drying each other off in the bathroom area before moving back to the main room. Paige’s suite had a large king-sized bed with an HDTV on the far wall, a sitting area with a loveseat and an accent chair, and a second HDTV.
Paige beelined to the loveseat and asked me to join her. We kissed passionately for several minutes before I laid her back, spread her legs, and kissed my way up her inner thighs. She had a narrow two-inch landing strip, with groomed short pubes. Her pussy lips were average size, just enough to suck, pull, and nibble, but not thick meat curtains.
My tongue instinctively licked up her slit before going down and teasing her “taint,” which caused her to moan. I took this as a clue and went a bit lower, circling her rosebud before several long, slow licks across her bunghole.
Paige moaned again, “Ohhh, I love having my ass eaten.”
I looked her in the eyes. “You’re an anal slut. What else do you like?”
“Everything but full penetration,” she whispered. “I love toys in my ass while I’m being fucked.”
“Good to know,” I said as my tongue traveled north toward her clit. I licked, sucked, and fingered her pink pleasure palace, edging her twice before telling her to get on the edge of the bed on all fours.
“Did you bring any toys?” I asked.
“Yes, a few. They’re in a black zippered bag in the top drawer of the dresser,” she said.
When I opened the bag, I saw three: a large ruby-jeweled butt plug, a black eight-inch jelly dong, and a long skinny vibrator. A small travel-sized bottle of lube sat beside them.
I decided to tease her with my cock first. I rubbed it in her wet slit, then around her brown eye, and finally buried my dick into her juicy pussy. As I slowly went in and out, I lubed the butt plug and slowly pressed it into her Hershey Highway.
This made Paige let out a pleasurable sigh. “That feels so good.”
I wanted to prolong the evening, not have a fast fuckfest, but I needed to pound this fine ass and bust my nut. Knowing I had taken the blue pill prior to dinner, I was sure I could easily rebound for round two after I pleasure her for twenty minutes.
I slapped her ass, grabbed her hips, and started pounding the vocal librarian. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast!” she said loudly.
My hands clamped down on her hips, and I started jackhammering her kitty from behind. Since she wanted it hard and fast, I figured she was going to be a fun fuck. I wrapped her long red hair around my hand and pulled her head back as I continued to thrust with the enthusiasm of a sixteen-year-old virgin.
“Yes, be rough with me! I love it rough!” she whined.
I released her hair and put both hands around her neck and lightly squeezed her throat. I knew she could breathe, but I figured she’d enjoy this treatment.
This made her pussy flutter in the first stage of orgasm. Right when she squeezed my cock with her vaginal walls, I began shooting jets of spunk deep in her pussy. My manhood was buried in her as we both rode out the orgasmic wave of pleasure.
I wondered how long it had been since she had been fucked as a sexy fifty-three-year-old MILF. It had been too long for me, almost six months. As my cock softened, I pulled out and enjoyed watching my cum dribbling out of her pussy onto the bed sheets.
Paige turned around on all fours and told me she loved the taste of her pussy juice, so she began licking and sucking our combined cum off my semi-erect prick.
“That is so hot,” I told her.
The End Chapter One
