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The next tale should be done soon, and here’s a little extract from the current draft, still subject to correction and change.
I got ready to go out. A shave, shower, nice clothes, cologne, money, pack of condoms, weed vaporizer and some joints in case I ran out of power, a Dick Cage Production playing in the background, some girl with pink hair and a dick in her mouth.
I was stoner who liked to fuck, a social drinker who did it to get laid.
I went to the first bar on my list, poked my head inside and saw nothing of interest, went on to the second, The Lovell, down by the beach. I looked in and it was busy, a good lunchtime buzz on a Saturday, the weekend just getting wet and spreading its legs.
I went in to have beer, get myself a little looser and acclimatize to the kind of folk you find in such places, taking care not to fuck up, get drunk, and be nursing a hangover by sundown.
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Now you can probably imagine this is not the most glamorous world, but you do get women who over-relied on their beauty and are now heading for a crash, and that’s exactly my type, a 40-something woman in maybe her last burst of somewhat youthful beauty, still trying to compete in the big leagues. When they talk to young guys like me you can see their eyes light up and they’re back to how things were, how things could have been, and what could still be possible.
Smarten up, find a richer, older guy looking for someone to see out their golden years with, and not a 21-yr old with big tits and blow-job lips, but someone a little more age appropriate who won’t get odd looks at the club, no more than 20 or 30 yrs younger. Yeah, I imagined these fading beauties were looking for the kind of guy with a heart condition they could fuck over the edge after the ink got dry on the new will.
But I like women who know what they want, especially with a few drinks inside. They smile a lot, come on to me, and that’s how it was in this case.
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I met this woman called Celine who’d come in to get a lighter, and then saw me and ordered a vodka tonic, settled down on the next seat at the bar, all forward and goal-directed, just like me. A woman who still wanted to go places.
“Well hello, sailor,” she said, with a smile that was more of a leer, and my eyes flashed from that to her cleavage, then her calves, looking good out the bottom of a cherry red skirt. “See anything you like?”
I smiled and finished my beer, ordered a vodka tonic for myself and Celine grabbed my thigh under the bar then slid her hand up so it was cupping my cock and balls.
It was just after noon and I knew I going to get my dick sucked, I just had no idea what else she had planned.
We chatted a little about nothing, and I could tell she was just checking me out, same as I was her, both wanting to make sure we weren’t about to pick up a psycho.
She’d been groping me for ten minutes and was halfway through the second drink when she made the offer.
“You want come back to mine? I’ve got better drinks, and we can get high, if you want.”
“Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Would you like that?”
I finished my drink and she handed me hers.
I downed it one as she paid for us both.
“Come on, kid,” she said, “let’s go and see what you got.”
– – –
I didn’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t The Girodas Hotel. I’d been inside once and felt out of place. It was the town’s new and old money, and I had neither, but I did have youth and sexual vigor, and so there I was strolling through the lobby, about five yards behind Celine, just like she wanted, taking in the view of her round ass and then getting in the elevator with her and going up to the top floor.
“You staying here?”
“Sometimes. I keep a suite, for business.”
We walked to the end of a hallway and she unlocked the door.
It was like an apartment, with all the fixtures and fittings and daily maid service, like something out of a magazine or someone’s better life.
The whole vibe said easy money, and I liked it.
Celine took off her jacket, hung it up, tapped a laptop to life and tossed over a room service menu.
“No, but I wouldn’t mind another drink.”
She pointed to a fridge and went to get some glasses.
“Get the bottle that looks like champagne. Tastes better than that crappy beer you drink.”
I pulled out something gaudy – the label said Trump 2020.
Celine shrugged as I handed it to her.
“It’s Slovenian, but it’s good. I got 100 cases on discount.”
She popped open the bottle, poured two glasses and gave me one.
I took a sip, it was good, and asked if I could light a joint. She said yes, so I did that and got high, passed it to her.
“Now take your clothes off,” she said, taking a big hit and holding it a few seconds too long before blowing the smoke in my face, “and show me what you’ve got.”
– – –
I started undressing. I was young, high, a little drunk and horny, and this was just the kind of situation I’d hoped to find myself in when planning the day, just a lot, lot better.
Celine was not only good looking for her age – clear skin, nice tan, bright teeth, a good waist and legs – but she obviously had access to lots of cash, and it seemed like she spent it on good times.
I wanted to hang out and see how far this would go, so I took off all my clothes, socks and boxers included, then just stood there, smiling, happy with my body and dick.
Celine looked me up and down and nodded.
“Can you get hard, on your own?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
I jerked off and got hard. It felt strange at first, but I soon got into it, looking into her eyes and getting off on her smile, which was twisted, kind of ugly and contemptuous, and that turned me on, to be honest.
I liked the idea of this Celine woman being a bitch.
I liked the idea of her wanting to see me naked.
I liked pretty much everything about her, especially when she started undressing too, getting down fast to some stockings and suspenders, a bra to keep her tits up. She looked good, and she’d been planning this, of course, unless she went like out that all the time, which – knowing Celine as I soon came to – wouldn’t surprise me at all.
She came over with the bottle and a dirty smile.
“You want to fuck me, right?”
“You like older women?”
“I like you.”
“Go down on me,” she said, “and I’ll let you jerk off if I cum.”