12:00

He pushed me down on the bed, telling me what a slut I was and how he didn't care about me; how he was just going to use me as a receptacle for his cum. Was he trying to beat me at my own game? There was nothing gentle about his actions. It even hurt a little, but I didn't mind. I could handle it. He entered me hard and rough, ramming me with his cock; all the while calling me every disgusting name in the book. I wrapped one leg around his neck, begging him to punish me for the slut I am. I began to whimper and moan as he took me there. I could barely catch my breath. My heart beat was so accelerated, the bed rocking furiously, the ooohs and aaahs of pleasure, and him letting out a yell so loud upon climaxing, it was all so surreal. And then, the calm. It was 12:15 and we only had about 20 minutes to get ready and head to the lounge uptown for 1AM. My phone rang; it was her...

11:45

I had had enough of the foreplay and was ready for a different kind of action. He sat back down and this time I straddled him, letting him enter me. I gasped as he pushed through the resistance of my contracting muscles. He exhaled. I just sat there, not moving, contracting my muscles; feeling them tighten and loosen. I began to bounce up and down on him resting my hands on his thighs to gain leverage. Slowly, then quickly, in a melodic pattern, I rose and fell on his dick until I felt my body quiver and tense up, trying to hold back. I hopped off of him and stood up; startled yet amazed by the intensity of my orgasm...and we had only begun. My Venusian nectar trickled down my thigh. He lapped it up like a cat to milk and then began sucking on my clit...

11:15PM

I opened the door to the room. The curtains were not drawn so the beautiful cityscape could easily be seen. I loved the city at night. All lit up like an army of fireflies; miles of christmas tree lights strung together and wrapped around all the cold stone and metal buildings. I kicked off my shoes and told him to sit on the ottoman. I straddled him, making sure he felt the heat between my legs. I wasn't wearing any panties but didn't want him entering me...yet. I just wanted to feel him become harder and harder. I commenced kissing him again, still using my hands to hold his away from me. I didn't want him to touch me. Touching could be construed as caressing; some gentle feelings between us. He was just a toy...a means to an end, and I wanted him to know that. Maybe I'd let him squeeze my ass later but right now, I was not about to let that happen. The kissing became hard and more passionate. I let a moan escape; I couldn't help myself. It was good. I stood up, unzipped his pants, and put my mouth on him. He was so erect he could've broken a vase if he knocked into it with that thing. I stroked him with my tongue, just getting a feel for it. Then, I put my hands around it...squeezing and sucking, my nipples getting harder, feeling wetness escaping onto my inner thighs. He still hadn't touched me...

#17

When the doors closed I knew what he was expecting as he did I. I was a woman of a certain age and hey, I didn't play games. I didn't ask permission to take what I wanted. He was standing against the back wall of the elevator. I stood in front of him, facing him. I gently kissed his lips, his neck, holding his arms against the wall of the elevator. I had to work fast because we were skipping floors until the 35th and someone might get on there. He closed his eyes. I licked his lips; he opened his mouth and invited my tongue in. We stood there, passionately kissing for what seemed like minutes but was only seconds. Elevator wisking us away to the higher floors. I heard the chime and the elevator stopped. I wiped my mouth and looked up. We were at 41.

#16

It was getting late. The restaurant was emptying out and the band began to play their last set. He paid the check, since he invited me out. I thanked him and promised that the next dinner would be on me. We rose and began to walk to the exit. We had to pass the greeter on our way out. What would I do? She was a beautiful woman and I wanted to get to know her a little better...just for one night. He didn't mind, so, I gave her my number and invited her to a lounge we were going to. She said she'd be done with work around 12:30 which was perfect. I told her to meet us at 1. It was already 10:45 and I was sure we could find something to do in the meantime. She smiled and said she'd call. I hoped she would. I believed she would. We exited and walked to his car. It was modest but hey, I was used to driving a Bimmer. I was staying at a hotel in the city because I knew it would be a late night and didn't want to do the drive back to Connecticut. We drove to the hotel; found a free parking space a few blocks away; entered the atrium, then elevator...the room was on the 41st floor.

#15

Bellies full, I'd wished I'd bought the bigger size dress instead of trying to be sexy. Might as well order dessert and coffee; it would buy me more time to let my meal digest. He didn't mind. We settled on a dish of flan and agreed to share. That way, I wouldn't feel so guilty about indulging. The coffee came first. It was steamy, black, and strong. Reminded me of a lover who I hadn't seen in a while. I'd make a mental note to text him when I got home. The flan arrived, caramel glistening on top of the eggy custard on a simple white dish and a sprig of mint for color. He allowed me the first spoonful. The silver spoon broke the mold causing the caramel sauce to race to fill the fissures. I raised the spoon to my mouth and opened. A drop of the caramel dripped from the spoon onto my lips. I wiped it with my finger and then licked it. It was so sweet it almost gave me a sugar rush. He ate the flan with less ceremony than I but I knew I had a tendency to be extra. Sometimes I just wanted to make everything an overwhelmingly sensual experience just to see how it felt. Sort of like people who fear clowns visiting the circus. It serves as a reminder of my vibrancy; my aliveness. It's an addiction.

#14

Finally, our dishes arrived. He, chuletas with yucca fries. Me, ropa vieja. We both had a side of black beans and rice. The food was delicious. I tried to savor it fully but my anticipation wouldn't allow me to do that. I didn't want to eat too fast for fear of choking. I followed his lead and just enjoyed the meal, the music, the atmosphere. In between bites, a beautiful woman caught my eye. Raven-black hair, olive skin, perfect lips. She gave a friendly hello as she seated a 50-something couple at their table; I smiled back. On her way back to the waiting area, she asked if we were enjoying our meal. I was so caught off guard I wasn't able to compose myself in enough time to be conscious of what my expression revealed. I prayed I didn't look like a starry-eyed girl with a teenage crush. As she passed, I noticed her curvaceous figure. Small waist, round hips, toned calves. She was gorgeous. Yup, I was going to have her by the end of the night...and he was going to have both of us. I didn't notice he had been watching me the entire time. He chuckled and then grinned. He remarked that I hadn't changed one bit. I smirked, took a few more bites of my meal, and sipped my drink.