After finishing our meal, we continued our evening in the lounge. I ordered another martini, and Bryan got a beer. We sipped our drinks for a while, making some awkward small talk at first. Eventually, I got up and said I had to use the ladies’ room. I went there, quickly did my thing, then returned to the table via the jukebox. I put in a few bucks and selected several songs that I liked to dance to. Arriving at the table, I held my hand out to Bryan, trying the same move that Keven had with me.
I led Bryan to the dance floor and was surprised to find that he was a wonderful dancer.
“I don’t mind your choices in music here at all,” he said, “but would you mind if I pick the next bracket of songs?”
“Not at all,” I assured him, wondering what we would be dancing to.
He made his way to the juke box after my three songs had finished. I wondered whether we would soon be ‘dancing’ to some sort of new wave rock and roll, or punk rock, or something. To be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to that, but what could I say?
I was almost speechless when he turned from the juke box to me as ‘Alabama’ started playing.
“Do you know how to two-step?” he asked. I had been doing the two-step for a long time, so I happily accompanied him to the dance floor and, honestly, I’d never had a better dance partner. We didn’t just dance, we glided over the dance floor. He even knew how to twirl me around to make my skirt flare without getting me dizzy.
When we took a break, I asked him where he’d learned to dance.
“I used to teach dance classes here, at the hotel. The old owner wanted the lounge to become a hot spot amongst the country crowd.
I kissed him again, this time to thank him for the marvelous dance. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I loved it. I looked at him lustfully, still unsure why I was thinking such thoughts. Perhaps it was because I was already a slut and a cheater, or the fact that young Bryan was so damn hot, or the fact that I was horny as hell. I don’t know. However, I simply asked him, “Would you like to come to my room tonight?”
His eyes grew huge. I could tell that I had shocked him, since his mouth was moving without making a sound. I smiled, took his hand, grabbed my martini, and walked him out of the lounge and straight to my room.
Opening the door to my room, I let him in first, afraid that he might back out if I didn’t. He was very nervous.
I led him to the bed, and we sat on it together. I began to kiss him gently, not wanting to push myself on him too fast, since I was afraid that he would bolt.
He responded to my kisses, and soon we were French kissing. Next, he started to caress my shoulders and neck before beginning to cup and fondle my breasts. At that point, I removed my top so that he could have better access to my tits.
As soon as I dropped my bra, Bryan took one of my nipples into his mouth and started suckling on it. He was like a kid in a candy store, and I was afraid I would have to stop him, since he was starting to enjoy it too much. He kneaded each breast in turn, pinching the nipple of the other breast, as he sucked each one into his mouth. After several minutes of this attention, he finally backed off and looked at me. “They are amazing. What a gift.”
I couldn’t believe that he’d said almost the same thing as Keven. It gave me renewed confidence in the appeal of my breasts. I mean, I always thought they would become undesired and ugly when they started to sag, but both my new lovers actually liked them.
“Can I. I. I. ah. Can?” Bryan stuttered.
“What do you want sweetheart?”
He closed his eyes and managed, “I want to eat your, um, you … down there? If that’s ok, of course?”
Considering our situation, and the fact that I was seducing this young man, blatantly offering myself to him, I was surprised by his nervousness. “You can always eat my pussy, any time you want,” I answered, then stood to drop my skirt and panties. I laid back on the bed and opened my legs so that he had good access to my dripping wet cunt. “Ok Bryan. She’s all yours,” I said encouragingly.
He went straight down and began to clumsily move his tongue around my pussy, missing my clit and labium. I gently held his head and guided him to the right areas and, finally, he found the right spot.
“Oh yes, oh yes, that’s it. Oh god. Keep going right there,” I urged.
Eventually I had a small, unsatisfying orgasm. He definitely needed more practice.
He backed off, saying, “Wow. You taste really good. This is the first time I’ve ever tasted a woman’s… well … a woman down there.”
I looked at him and smiled. ‘No wonder,’ I thought to myself, and then asked, “You’ve never gone down on a woman and ate her pussy before?”
“Oh no, Mrs. Benson. I’ve never been with a woman before at all.”
I almost had a stroke. “You’re a virgin?”
He blushed so sweetly and hung his head. “Yes Mrs. Benson. I am. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, honey. Don’t apologize to me for that. Can I tell you something?”
He looked at me.
“You don’t have to leave this room as a virgin, unless you want to.”
His broad answering smile told me that he was happy for me to ‘deflower’ him.
I was surprised that a twenty-one-year-old man was still a virgin but, not wanting to embarrass him, I never asked for a reason.
As I started undressing him, I couldn’t believe his shyness. I finally got him naked and was, once again, a little disappointed by a lover’s cock. Bryan was not as long as Erick, but longer still than Keven. His was fatter than Erick’s, but not as fat as Keven’s cock.
When I guided him into my pussy, I have to say, his cock felt great inside me. His strokes in and out were awkward, and it was obvious he was, in fact, a virgin. I sensed that his confidence improved each time I moaned, so I made sure that I was quite vocal.
He didn’t last long before he came for the first time however, to my surprise and amazement, his cock didn’t soften. He kept his erection and continued to clumsily fuck me.