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My Time with Sammi

By: TysonsHome



"Bollocks," I heard myself saying, as the A4 sized folder slipped from my under my arm and fell to the floor in the middle of the Starbucks. As I bent down, I quickly looked around, hoping no one had heard me, maybe I had said it under my breath, I rather ambitiously thought.

I heard a nicely modulated, male voice say.

"Hey, let me help?"

I didn't look at the owner of the voice.

"No, no it's ok," I said panicking a bit as I knelt down and tried picking everything up as quickly as I could.

"It's ok, I also do things like that", the voice went on.

I thought it was a bit condescending and replied in an off hand manner. "Really, well would you ever?" As I picked up some of the papers.

I felt, more than saw that someone was kneeling beside me. I glanced to one side and saw you on one knee. It was almost as if you were about to propose, I thought nearly giggling. You was reaching under one of the tables, helping to pick up the papers, folders, envelopes and other stuff.

"Oh fuck," I said to myself when I saw that several photos had come loose from the pack they had been in. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck again", I breathed as I watched you pick them up.

You couldn't possibly avoid seeing they were photos, you probably couldn't avoid seeing they were photos of a scantily clad woman and I didn't think you could avoid seeing that she was wearing an all black outfit. By itself that might not have been a problem, but when the outfit was black stockings, suspender belt, bra and thong and nothing else, apart from black, shiny, high heels and a sultry, but slightly embarrassed smile, a slight problem did arise. I hoped like hell, though, that you did avoid seeing that I was that woman. But, on the other hand, my embarrassed mind rationalised, if you thought they were of someone else what would you think of me having photos of scantily clad women. That conundrum called for another salvo of fucks under my breath.

I looked at you and saw you staring, almost intently, at the woman in the photos, a wry, impish unbelieving, grin on her face. You didn't say anything, but handed them to me.

"Yours, I believe."

"Yes thank you," I replied feeling flustered and embarrassed, as we remained crouched looking at each other.

"I'm so clumsy, I must have had a really blonde moment there."

"Not surprising," you said flashing me a warm smile before adding somewhat flirtatiously. "With such gorgeous blonde hair."

"Well that doesn't make me an airhead," I snapped a little too fiercely.

"Not at," you smiled seemingly not a bit put out as you went on "Just momentarily clumsy, as we all are at times."

I suddenly realised that you probably couldn't avoid seeing that my low cut top was gaping. You could not also avoid noticing that the above the knee, tight, denim micro skirt had ridden up my legs. Moreover, due to the position we were in you could not probably avoid, even had you wanted to, looking down my top and up my skirt. That made me once more mutter under my breath. This time I tried both several bollocks and a few fuck, fuck, fucks; that made me feel a little better, so I added another couple of bollocks and two more fucks just for good measure. It didn't alter the fact, though, that unintentionally I was putting on a real display for you and then, I realised, it wasn't just for you, for I had a whole audience of the Starbuck customers and staff.

Still bent down, sort of sitting on the back of one foot with that knee almost touching the ground and with my other leg bent at ninety degrees or thereabouts, geometry was never my strong point, I glanced at this "helpful" stranger. You caught my eye and smiled.

"Hi" you said brightly as if meeting a girl bent over in Starbucks flashing her boobs and legs was the most natural thing in the world. It took me off guard.

"Oh hi," I said back, getting into the vernacular and almost putting my hand out to shake your hand.

Then it hit me, and with quite a jolt. It hit me that there were other things you and the audience most certainly could not have avoided seeing. It hit me that you would have seen my cleavage, for under the gaping top I wasn't wearing a bra; after all I hadn't intended to be groveling around on my knees in Starbucks?

It also hit me that you could not avoid noticing that I was wearing stockings just like the woman in the photos. Then, when I noticed the direction of your gaze, it also hit me that you probably saw that I was wearing similar coloured panties to the girl in the photos. I realised then, that most of fucking Starbucks had the same bloody view.

"What a fucking shambles," I thought.

"We all do such things," you said a sparkle, or was it a twinkle, I never know the difference, in your eyes as you got up and took my elbow helping me to stand. As I straightened up, you looked me up and down as I pulled the tee shirt back in place and smoothed the skirt back down my thighs.

I stared at you as well.

To say the least, you were mature, probably in your mid to late fifties I guessed. But then, as I looked at you I thought you could be older or younger, I'm hopeless with ages. Nevertheless, you certainly seemed old enough to be my father, even my granddad, but then, hey, so could Eric Clapton!

"Hey, lets have a coffee or something?" You asked in a nicely modulated, lilting, voice with an American or was it Canadian burr.

"No, no thanks, I'd better be going", I mumbled.

"In a rush to get somewhere?"

"Well no. not really."

"So why not just sit down, relax and have a latte or espresso, after all that is why you came in wasn't it?"

I realised that I had not got as far as ordering anything before making such an utter fool of myself.

"Er, I'd rather not, not in here," I stammered.

"Huh?" You said raising your eyebrows as our gazes met.

I smiled. "I think I've done enough damage here, I feel a little embarrassed." I said pulling the still gaping, top more tightly round me, and standing up almost ramrod-like, straight wishing I wasn't flashing quite so much cleavage. I could feel and see come to that, your eyes drifting to my chest. I realised then that my bastard nipples were betraying me again, the sods. Must be the friction I thought, assuming that nothing else was happening to me to make them become erect.

"Why?"

"Well you know."

"Oh that?"

"Yes that," I said looking around.

"What all of those lucky guys you mean."

"Precisely, I'm not that used to flashing my bits to all and sundry."

"How about a drink then in the bar over the road?"

Without hardly thinking I replied. "Sure a quickie then, if that's ok?"

You smiled broadly and replied cheekily, but not smuttilly, "Always a time for a quickie."

Unconsciously I laughed at that. "You know what I mean."

"Only too well," you replied rather seriously, making me wonder what was coming next. "But always before a quickie I insist on one thing."

"What? What's that?" I asked rather dumbly.

With a broad smile, knowing that you had 'got' me, you said.

"I insist on being on first name terms first. Hi I'm Gene." You smiled extending your hand. I shook it replying.

"Hello Gene. I think that's a good idea too, I'm Sammi or Sam if you prefer."

We shook hands. It was only then that I remembered all of bloody Starbucks was looking on us. I wondered what they were thinking? Maybe that I had just been most comprehensively picked up? I was almost rather surprised not to hear a round of applause as you do when someone exhibitionisticly proposes in public.

We walked out, me clutching that bloody folder with the photos in, very tightly.

"So, that bar over there ok for our quickie?" You asked jokingly, well presumably jokingly.

"Sure, let's go." I replied feeling strangely nervous as I felt you take my elbow in a chivalrous way as we took on the early afternoon traffic in Times Square.

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We stepped out of the Starbucks out onto the street; I let you go ahead through the door. You stopped and half turned to look back at me and it was my first good look at you standing up and in a good light. I paused and looked. You were very pretty, shoulder length blonde hair, I'd always been partial to blondes, very pretty face with an impish little smile. The top you were wearing, while covering you quite well, did let a small amount of backlight through and I could see the faint silhouette of your left breast and erect nipple. Your skirt was short, but long enough to cover those stocking tops that were so tantalizingly displayed in front of me just seconds before. Gorgeous legs.

"What are you looking at now, haven't you seen enough already?" you asked.

"Just admiring the total package, standing up".

"Like what you see?"

"Very much and would like to see more".

"Take is easy, one thing at a time, let's get that drink".

We strolled across the street and I opened the door to the bar. You were ahead of me, and I watched the tantalizing sway of your very shapely behind as we walked in.. "Let's sit over there in the corner", I offered. "Sure" you replied.

You slipped into the booth first, and I caught another quick glimpse of dark stocking tops, and I gave you a small smile.

I sat in the booth beside you as the waiter approached the table. I ordered a glass of Cabernet, and you asked for a Pinot Grigio. Good choice, I think, exactly what I would have thought.

As the waiter left, I ask,

"So, I am totally intrigued by what I saw. Not at all what I would have expected for someone like you to be carrying around."

"What do you mean by 'someone like me'?"

"Oh, please, no offence, it's just that it was quite a pleasant surprise to realize that the photos I was looking at, and the pretty young lady beside me, were one and the same."

"Well, yes, I suppose. But that was so damn embarrassing, and then I couldn't gather them all up, and then I squatted down, and you saw all the way up...., Oh God, I'm so embarrassed again."

"Calm down. It's Ok. You've got to know that I'm dying to know the story behind those photos. They are obviously of you, and look like they are professionally done. Care to tell me something about them?"

The waiter brought the wine over, and we took the glasses and clink them together, and I said, "To Sammi, ......, Oh shit, I'm sorry, trying to come up with something witty and cute, but I didn't think there is anything I could say that wouldn't embarrass you or make me look like an idiot, so how about -- To a new acquaintance?"

You just smile and say "To new acquaintances, cheers, Gene".

"You were just starting to tell me about the photos..."

You paused a little, and then said, "I do this part time. I model for a photography club to help pay some of my school expenses. I do it once a week or so, they pay me about a hundred or so, depending on what I wear and how I pose. I like to keep some of the better ones for my collection or portfolio. At least the ones where some body part doesn't look too fat or out of place", you chuckled. Looking at you though, I couldn't see how that would be possible. Your body was very well proportioned. Average size or maybe a little larger boobs, your butt was definitely nice and tight looking. No issues there.

So you proceeded to tell me a little but about your modeling, schooling, pass-times. It was a relaxed, natural conversion. You were quite friendly and outgoing, even flirtatious. There is the odd bit of double entendre in the way you spoke. So I was wondering why that is, I was easily old enough to be your father, and maybe even then some. My kids are older than you, I would think. Were you coming on to me a bit? How should I have responded, should I have responded?.

"Gene, I've been prattling on about myself for far too long, why don't you tell me about yourself. What do you do, where are you from, why are you here?"

"I'm here on business, three more nights, flying home Thursday. I only had meetings this morning, so am free for the rest of the day. I'm staying just up Broadway at the Marriott." I continued to tell you a bit about myself, my work. You looked genuinely interested. You were looking me in the eyes, smiling, inserting a question now and then. I'd started to think that there must be a way to keep this going.

I was getting nervous. I've never been much of a ladies' man, and often a little awkward and uncomfortable when things got flirtatious. I'd had maybe three "close calls" in the past. One was a coworker (employee actually), that came on to me about six months after she was married, telling me that she had some unfinished business to take care of. That ended very strangely. Had one fling that almost happened with a woman I met in a bar while on a business trip, as was she, and there were some sparks going back and forth, but the conversation just didn't progress well, so we called it a night, and went our separate ways. So here I was in kind of the same situation and not sure how this was going to play out.

I suppose in any encounter such as this a guy always has an end game that involves a bed, or sex or some type, possibly even in a vertical position, who knows. Obviously the trick was going to be how to go through the conversations, send the right signals, watch for those same signals coming back, and escalate the story line to the desired conclusion. You seemed friendly enough, seemed to be at least somewhat interested in me and about my life. I was getting myself a little too uptight here. I needed to take a break.

"Sammi, you up for another glass of wine?"

"Sure, Gene, I'd love to". Your eyes smiled at me. Ah, a good sign.

I waved to the waiter, and he acknowledged with a nod and went back to the bar. I needed to take a quick pause here and collect my thoughts, and settle myself down a little.

"Sammi, I need to go off to the little boys' room, be back in a minute, Don't go away."

"Not to worry, I'll be here".

So I got up, took a few steps, and looked back at her. God, you really were lovely. I think there is something that happens when you connect with a woman at some level, that she almost changes visually, at least in the eyes of the beholder. She looks a little prettier, the hair just a little shinier, the legs a little more slender, and her boobs, oh yes her boobs. No a lot larger, just more delicious. I could make out the outline of those luscious globes as the light from the windows passed through your blouse. Fucking awesome!!!

I made my way to the back of the bar and went into the men's room, leaned back against the wall, and took a deep breath, wondering, "What would you be thinking about all of this? Do you want it to go somewhere? How do I maneuver this situation to get closer to you, to get you more comfortable with me?" Really good questions.

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I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't have a clear idea of how this would progress, where it might go, indeed where you wanted it go and more to the point where I wanted it to go. You were nice, easy to get on with, polite, caring and considerate and you were intelligent; all virtues in my mind. But your age. I am far more into older guys than men my age, but have never been with anyone over forty five; I guessed you could be sixty. Did that matter? I suppose that depends on what we both wanted from the other. What would sex be like with a 'senior citizen' I wondered for I have no idea really on how rather more advanced age affects sexual performance.

But then again, of course, you might not want me. Sex may not be on your agenda although from the way you had ogled my chest and said things like 'just admiring the package' suggested it probably was and of course you are a man; is anything else ever on their agenda when they meet a woman. We aren't like that or kid ourselves we aren't. Although I am very much not into monogamy and I don't feel restricted by typical sexual morality I have never had sex with someone within a few hours of meeting them, well I have once. Maybe you weren't after that? Who knows?

The barman waiter brought the drinks to the table.

"Hi how are you?" The good looking guy in his late twenties I guessed said in what sounded to be an Aussie accent.

"Hi good thanks."

"Hey you're British.",

"Wow, hey you're Oz."

We both laughed as for the umpteenth time this day a man's eyes seemed glued to my small chest.

"You live here?" He asked putting the wine down and leaning forward so has face nearly touched mine; he was wearing a lovely aftershave I noted.

"No just visiting.

"With your dad are you?"

"Piss off" I laugh adding. "You work here."

"Yes, but moving on in a week or so to guess where?"

"How can I? The world's a big place."

"London."

"Where I live."

"Well maybe....."

"Now now."

I saw you returning and said to the waiter. "OK thanks a lot."

He got the message and left but kept looking and smiling over as he served the other customers, cheeky sod.

You sat down and we sipped our drinks.

"So Gene, is there a missus Gene" I asked?

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I left the restroom, and as I turned the corner back into the bar, I saw that our waiter was standing close to you, stooped over, leaning in a bit. I felt a pang of annoyance, or could it even be jealousy. I mean I hadn't known you for not much more than an hour, but I felt some sort of attachment to you, we were clicking a little. His closeness seemed like an invasion of my personal space. As I approached he stepped back and went behind the bar. I came back to the table, and sat beside you, picked up my wine glass and sipped when you popped that question.

I paused a bit, thinking about how I was going to answer that. Clearly, I've shown that I was interested in you, and also clearly, there was a ring on my finger, so I couldn't say no, so this is a bit of an awkward question. Why were you asking? Was this a deal breaker for you? Did this matter, or were you just curious, or were you just yanking my chain a bit. Looking at the bit of a smile, or maybe a smirk on your lips, I decide you're just playing with me, to see how I handle the question. I decide to be honest, one of my rules to never stray very far from the truth, it only gets you into trouble.

"Yes, Sammi, there is. Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering why a married man is chatting up a young single girl, and the conversation has not been platonic, you've been playing with me a bit".

"As you have me", I added.

You giggled a little, "Guilty as charged. Tell me about her.... And about you and her".

You're playing with me again, Sammi, I think.

I took a deep breath. "She's quite pretty, kept her weight and body quite trim. We've been married a long time, more years than you are old I'm sure. Pretty happily for the most part. I do love her dearly. Haven't played around on her even though there have been a couple times where circumstances were such that I could have and came quite close to letting it happen. I've no reason to think she ever has."

"If you love her why are you trying to seduce me?"

Wow, I thought, that's putting all of cards on the table.

"Don't know for sure. You're pretty, friendly, you seem to like me, or at least as much as you know of me so far. There is something about being desired by a woman, of being accepted in that way that is intriguing. It strokes one's ego, I suppose, and then there is the way that you are so comfortable with your body, how you are confident enough to show me little glimpses, not being embarrassed, or shy, just relaxed. It really excites me."

"Do you think you can actually cheat on her?" you asked as you leaned forward to show me the tops of your beautiful breasts, as far as the top bits of your pink nipples. Now I knew there is no way this was accidental, and you knew that I could see down your top, and you were staring right into my eyes.

"I really don't know. I'll be really honest with you here. I am so, so tempted by you. I've never really had the kind of back and forth sexual innuendo banter with anyone before. You're so easy to talk to, and playful, and seem to be comfortable with your body. I know you've been giving me little flashes on purpose, toying with me seeing what my reaction will be, seeing if I'd get embarrassed. This is getting very close to a cross roads where I may not be able to say no."


My Time with Sammi



You look back at me smiling "That's one of the most creative pickup lines..."

"Is it working?"

"I can't tell you yet"

"When then?"

"Not sure, Maybe later."

Then a long, somewhat awkward pause. People have a natural tendency to fill in dead air, and others wait it out. It is often seen to be a sign of weakness to break silence. This time, I gave in, yes, I am weak".

"I haven't asked you yet. You are obviously from the UK, somewhere in the London area I would think. What brings you to New York?"

"I said I was taking courses in acting and film making. I'm here on a semester of study, then going back. There were a couple of specific things I wanted to study, and the school here provided what I was looking for"

"When are you going back?"

"In about 4 weeks, the semester is almost done."

We chatted a bit more, and then you glanced at your watch, "Look, time is running along here, and should probably get going. I have a couple of things I have to take care of this afternoon."

"No problem, let me clear the tab, and we'll get out of here"

I walked up to the bar, pulled out a card, got the credit card slip, signed it, and handed it back to the bartender, getting a strange look from him that I had no way to interpret. 

Just odd.

As we stepped out onto the street, I extended my hand to you, and you reached back to me and looped your arm around mine, in a casual, friendly sort of way.

"So, Sammi, I'd really like to spend some more time with you. Can I talk you into joining me for dinner this evening? I am all alone here, I do have an expense account, not great, but it will buy us a nice meal and good bottle of wine. Nothing I'd rather do than spend another hour or two with a truly pleasant and lovely young lady". Cheesy, I know, probably the wrong thing to say, but, who knows, maybe, just maybe.

We walk north, and you held my right arm with your left and right, turning slightly 

into me, pressing those soft boobs into my arm. "I would like to get to know you a little better. It's been fun teasing you and watching you squirm a little. But, I have a commitment this evening that I just can't get out of."

"Are you sure? I shouldn't ask, but could you skip it?"

"No, I really can't. You said you are here for three nights?"

"That's right, I fly home Thursday afternoon"

You pulled your cell phone out of your bag, and handed it to me. "Call your cell phone from mine", you said.

I did that, and my cell rang in my pocket. You grabbed the phone and hung up. "I have your number now, I'll call you". "I've got to go, this is my subway stop"

"When?", I ask.

"Soon!!!" you said as you leaned towards me and put your lips on my cheek, put your arms around my shoulders and gave me a nice firm hug, and then you dashed down the stairs to the subway.

I stood looking down the stairwell as you disappeared around the landing at the bottom, totally stunned at the last couple of hours and at your little farewell ceremony.

Is that it?, Is that all there will be?

Will you call?

Was that the convenient blow off, I've just been dumped? Oh God, what a knot in my stomach. So many ideas and speculations of tantalizing, exotic, unrestrained, free sex in all of its permutations just evaporated in my head. Seeing you completely naked ( I'd seen a lot so far, but there is more). Kissing you, fondling those beautiful breasts. And fondling the globes of your ass as well. God, so, so close.

I turned around, and headed back to the hotel. I walked for about 15 minutes, and as I was about to enter the main floor level of the Marriott, my cell rings. I looked at the number and didn't recognize it, though I knew I should to answer.

"Hey, Geno, how are you doing?"

"Hell of a question, Sammi how do you think?"

"Just wanted to let you know that I will call later -- I'd love to get to know you better, and soon. Bye now, Luv"

Luv? LUV??? She called me Luv? Uh-oh, is this possible? She's just playing with me again. But what if it was for real, that she really had some attraction for me. Or, was luv just a common, everyday colloquialism in the UK, and it meant nothing.

I went to my room and contemplated my evening, and my next two days. They are totally not in my control, and all I can do is wait.

Sammi, please call, and soon...

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The next day was a busy one for me. Meetings all day, with few breaks. I was constantly checking my cell phone for text messages or voice mails, but nothing.

I finally wrapped up around four in the afternoon, and left the clients office building and started walking back to the hotel. At this point I had more or less given up on you calling me. In situations like this, I suppose, one always gravitates to their worst fears.

Just as I was about enter the hotel, my phone beeped, and I looked at the screen, and see that I have a text message. I quickly unlock my phone, and look at the message. It's from you. "Can do dinner. You want to choose, or me?"

I text back quickly, "You choose, I'll pick you up or meet you there?"

"Hope you like Italian -- Franks in the Village @ 7"

Wow, I thought, she hasn't abandoned me. I had no idea where this place is or what it's like. I went into the lobby, and up to the concierge's desk. I inquired about the restaurant, and he told me that it was a nice, small, authentic spot, great wine list -- 2nd between 5th and 6th. That's all I needed to know.

I headed up to my room, changed out of my work attire, put on some casual clothes, jeans, open neck knit shirt, the one that doesn't let the waist line show too much. I had to kill about an hour, so ended up trying to watch the afternoon news, paced around the room, sat down, got up, and paced some more, with my stomach starting to knot up. I had better get myself together or I'll be a nervous disaster when I meet her. Then I started thinking, if it gets that far, will I need a condom? Oh, and yes, I'll probably need to take one of my little blue pills. Don't usually take them with me, but I do keep one or two in my travel kit.

Eventually it was time to go. I stopped by the shop in the lobby and purchased a small pack of condoms, didn't think I'll need too many. At my age.....

I went out to street level, and flagged down a cab, and gave the driver the address.

A few minutes into the ride, my phone beeped, and a message was coming through. I opened it, and the caption said, "In case you don't remember what I look like.". The attached photo was of a very cute blonde, wearing a tight, pink sweater, short denim skirt, clearly no bra, and somewhat large nipples clearly visible through the fabric. OK, so, there is no way you aren't sending signals here. You are telling me you are willing, and I just have to figure out how to close the deal, as they say.

Twenty minutes later the cab stopped in front of the restaurant, I paid him and got out. I looked up and down the street, and didn't see anyone familiar. For a minute I was confused, because I didn't see any indication of a restaurant, but on a closer look, saw that the small sign above the door. I walked into the restaurant, and quickly scanned the tables. It was early, and very few tables were occupied, so it was easy to see that you were not here yet. Now I was confused, not sure what to do so decided that maybe best if I just stepped outside and waited there.

Just as I turned around I felt a touch just above my waist and heard the words:

"Hi luv, glad you could make it".

My heart raced, and I was all of the sudden very short of breath. As I finished my turn, you were standing just inches away from me, your hand on my side, a big smile on your face. And were wearing what you were in the photo, with the addition of a white leather vest that very conveniently covered these very prominent nipples that you were showing off in the photo you texted to me.

"Wouldn't have missed this for the world, Sammi", I said, and leaned forward to give you a peck on the cheek. You turned your head towards me and the cheek became lips, and I just gave you a very light touch. That's all you gave me, just a hint.

We just stood there for several long seconds not saying anything else, then, me, always nervous when there is a silent pause in a conversion, said, "Hey, you really look good, l do love the outfit"

"I thought you would", you said, with a grin, as you took each side of the vest and opened it up just enough for me to see the little bumps under the sweater, and did a little curtsey. I really was smitten at this point. "OK -- let's go get our table -- I hope you didn't me booking this, somewhat presumptuous of me I know, but I didn't think you'd mind"

"No, No, this is perfect, let's go get something to eat, I am quite hungry"

So, we went in, the host seated us a table by the window, and left menus. We perused them, and I asked, "Wine? Red OK?". "Sure" you replied.

We ordered the wine, it came, then we ordered our meals. Conversation was innocent small talk to that point, then I held up my glass, tilted it towards you and said, "So, you've cleared you calendar for tonight. Thank you so very much, I really was looking forward to seeing you again. But, I need to know, why did you decide on this, why are you seeing me again?"

"I'm not entirely sure. You're interesting, I like your look, I've always been attracted to older men, even though with you I'm really pushing the envelope, I've had a couple of relationships with 40-ish guys, but you're a bit past that, aren't you?"

"Yes, by at least ten to fifteen. I on the other hand haven't been close to a relationship with anyone less that about five years younger. What we've had so far has been a real adventure for me. I hope it doesn't end too soon."

"Don't worry, you have me for the next couple of yours.", you said with a twinkle.

The food came, we ate, we drank the wine we talked easily, me a little bit about my life, my work, my travels. You told me some more about your modeling, being here from the UK. We finished up the meal, ordered some coffees, I got a glass of port, you opted for a liqueur. The bill came, and I slipped my card in the folder and handed it back to the waiter. "I invited you, that should have been mine" you said. "No chance in hell are you picking this up. How would it look, me trying to seduce you and letting you buy the meals". "You are trying to seduce me? It's more like you ARE seducing me". Now my heart was really behaving erratically.

"Gene, before this goes any further, we need a short talk about something."

"OK, Sammi, what?"

"I've been flirting with you and teasing you pretty hard for the last while. I know you are married, but you've been responding and not deflecting my hints. Are you OK with this going farther. I'm not really into monogamy, I enjoy being with different people, but it's really against my principles to get in between a man and his wife. If this is in any way going to cause anybody any hurt, I can't go any further."

"Sammi, I've thought about this a lot, since I met you, and I think this is like a bucket list thing. Something I've always fantasized about, but either never had a good opportunity, or when a couple of opportunities presented themselves, I chose to pass. This time I don't think I'm going to pass"

"OK -- as long as you can deal with it. Do you think you are going to tell her?"

"Probably not. No, at least not for quite a while. Don't think she'd understand and take it very well. Maybe when we're older, and when it won't matter anymore, if that time ever comes."

"Right, then, its time to go".

We got up and started walking out. "That was a great dinner, good choice. What do you have planned next?", I ask.

"I think a nice walk and some more conversation. You're not done yet."

"Not done what?""

"Seducing me!"

"OK, let's walk"

We stepped out onto 5th and strolled through the Village. People were everywhere, milling about. I put my arm around your waist, and you responded, and cuddled a little closer. We stopped at a gelato shop, I ordered a cherry chocolate, you chose a French vanilla bean. We sat on a bench, and just talked as the evening progressed, sky became darker, street lights became more prominent, and we just felt comfortable.

"Sammi, all I can tell you, is that I everything I have experiences with you yesterday and today is beyond my wildest dreams. I'd never have thought that someone your age would spend the time you did, and come back for a second visit."

You put a finger on my lips, and said, "Look, don't grovel, it's not necessary, and beneath you. I've loved your company. You're interesting, fun to be with, and I guess, compared to other relationships I've been in, really relaxed, low key, no pressure, Thanks, Gene"

"So what next, Sammi, what would you like to do. Your choice"

"Was thinking about a view, maybe, something romantic, given that you've been so soppy lately."

"Soppy? Please!.. I'm doing my best here. What kind of view? Battery Park, Empire State, Central Park?"

"I was thinking more like the view from your room", you said as you wrapped your arms around my waist and pressed your nice soft breasts against my chest. Even through the vest I could feel the two hard points pressing against my skin.

We walked around the corner to get on one of the busier streets, and I flagged down a cab. We jumped in, you first, then me. You only went half way in so that when I sat down your right hip was right up against my left side. Your already short skirt had ridden up so that the bottom of it was literally no more than an inch from your panties. I presumed you were wearing something under the skirt. That was a lot of leg showing. I had a quick flashback of thigh high stockings from yesterday, and realized that in this skirt, they would have been on complete display.

You leaned over, put your head on my shoulder, grabbed my left arm with both hands and let out a small sigh. We rode in silence back uptown towards Times Square. The cab stopped in from of the hotel, I paid, we went in. Rode the escalators up to the lobby level and walked to the elevators.

I pushed the button to call the elevator, then looked at you again, needing to get one last confirmation: "Coming up?"

You smiled and nodded. That was all I needed, I put my arm around your waist, and waited for the car. The doors opened, we went in, alone, I pushed 24, doors closed, and away we went. The ride up was quiet, you just rested your head on my shoulder, and the only thing you did, was to rest your hand against my thigh, not too high, several inches below you know what.

Doors opened, we exited, turned to the left and down the hall to 37. I was about to put the key card in the slot when you reached across and put your hand on my cheek, turned me towards you and gave me an incredibly soft kiss right on the lips, held it for three or four seconds, then put your tongue into my mouth, but only about an half inch or so, and just moved it slowly side to side, then pulled back smiling. "Lets go in"

At this point I realized that my wildest fantasies, my opportunities missed, what may have been, were now very likely to happen. I was thinking that I had to be in a dream or hallucination of some type. This couldn't be actually happening to me after probably close to thirty five years.... WOW

We stepped into the room. Now it would have been nice to have had a suite, with a sitting area, balcony, jet tub, multiple big screen TV's, but the reality is clients pay for basic accommodations, and in fact it was a stretch to get them to spring for the Marquis, so a basic single room with a king was all I had. Obviously, I had tidied up before I went out, so the room was quite neat. Didn't want to look like some college frat boy type at my age.

You walked over to the windows, and pulled back the curtains, stepped back, and said "Not too bad a view, I think it will work for us"

I came up behind you and wrapped my arms around your waist, putting my chin on your right shoulder, smelling your delicious perfume, just a hint, floral. You tilted your head back a little, and I kissed your neck -- just a light peck, and a small little lick with my tongue. I could feel you shudder just a little.

You turned around, put your hands on either side of my face, pulled me towards you and then than put your mouth on mine, and put your tongue right into my mouth, moving it around, wresting with mine. I could hardly believe that this was actually happening.

Now, I thought, at this point I really should be able to start to move this forward. So far you've been making the hints, touching, moving things along. After all I am the male here, and you've given me enough signals. I put my hands on the two sides of your vest, and slowly moved them to the sides. You lifted your arms and I easily slid the garment off your body. Not breaking the kiss, I put my hands on your waist, and slowly went under your sweater, until my fingers were just at the bottom of your breasts. You broke the kiss and stepped back.

"No, you watch, touching is later"

You stood there for several seconds, could have been five of fifteen, not sure. Then you grabbed the bottom of your sweater, and slowly pulled it up over your head. The edge of the fabric slowly passed the bottom of your breasts, I saw the delectable swell of what looked like a beautiful B cup, and then it popped over your nipples. I have to say I am really totally enamored with medium sized boobs. Never did really like the big ones. Oh My God, they were the two most gorgeous looking nipples, slightly swollen, with very hard little points. Exactly as I had remembered them from yesterday, and from the pics. Really lovely.

Your sweater was up, over, and off, another second or two, and you stood there, with it dangling from a finger on your right hand, left hand on your hip, slightly cocked. I was in awe. This was one of my two favorite erotic poses. A woman naked on top, but clothed on the bottom, or exactly the opposite, clothed on top, and naked on the bottom. There is something to me about these poses that are more erotic than being fully nude.

You reached down, and undid the button on your tiny skirt, pulled the zip down about half way and stopped, looking at me. "Do I continue?", "May I instead?" You nodded your head. I stepped closer to you, put one hand on your hip, the other on the tab of the zip, and slowly pulled it down.

I looked down as the front of your skirt opening up wondering what would be underneath. Panties, thong, nothing? But what I saw was a very cute, pale blue boy shorts that hugged your hips nicely. "Oh, lovely, Sammi" as I pulled your skirt down, and you stepped out of it. "No thong, not commando?" "Not a chance after what I flashed around yesterday!"

"OK now, your turn, you are way overdressed right now."

"Sammi, before we go any farther, I really need to do something, it will only take a couple of seconds. I hate to break the mood, but it's really important"

"What???"

"I'll tell you later, for now, just give me a sec"

I stepped back, went into the bathroom, closed the door, reached into my pocket, grabbed my pill, in my mouth, small sip of water, back out the door, and returned to standing in front of you.

You had a very quizzical look on your face, but I just put my mouth on yours and kissed you, pulling you against me, loving the feel of your bare breasts on my chest.

As we were kissing, you started unbuttoning my shirt, pushing it back and over my shoulders. Then you unbuckled my belt, opened the button, grabbed my zip, and pulled it down. Then you dropped to your knees, and pulled my trousers down to my ankles. I kicked off my shoes, and you pulled my pants completely off. You reached up, and grabbed my boxers and pulled them down, past my knees, past my ankles, and off. So there I was naked, sixty-ish old fart, with a hot twenty something babe on her knees in front of me, looking up at me with what I could only see as lust in her eyes.




My Time with Sammi



You reached up and grabbed my cock, and slowly moved your hand back and forth, gently massaging my semi-erect penis.

"Very nice", I said, "Very nice", you responded. "You're not serious", I responded, " I'm pretty sure the equipment is pretty average". "I didn't say big, or huge, just nice"

"Thanks, Sammi, that's good, really nice, thank you."

Slowly the drug was working, and my little friend grew in size, and you kissed the tip, then ran your tongue around the head, then put the head in your mouth, then slowly started to move your head back and forth. You took one hand and cupped my balls, and massaged them gently. You rubbed the small section of skin behind my balls, and the tingling sensation with through my entire body.

So, now I had to decide. Should I stop you, and go for regular fucking, or let you continue with the oral. The downside would be that I may not be able to go again, after all, I am sixty. Now, I've had on occasion been able to go more than once on a single dose, so maybe, just maybe, the exiting, erotic situation I find myself in, will propel me to a second.

You continued, your head moving back and forth, your hands stimulating the base of my cock and my balls, your tongue swirling around the head of my penis, and before too long I was approaching the point of no return. Now, it is really kind of rude to cum in a girls mouth, without at least warning her, so, "Sammi, babe, its coming really soon". You glanced up, and then just kept doing what you were doing, until I erupted into the back of your mouth. Four or five spurts, and I was spent. "Wow, Sammi, that was amazing, indescribable". You pulled back, apparently having swallowed, "My pleasure. Glad to be able to make you happy, Geno."

You stood up, leaned against me. I touched your chin, turned you towards me and kissed you, pushing my tongue into your mouth. If you have to take it in your mouth, the least I could do is not make it a solo experience. I tasted the remnants of my ejaculate in your mouth, and it was not at all unpleasant, even though I had no idea what to expect.

I leaned back a step, knelt down, and put my fingers at the top of the little shorts you were still wearing. I slowly pulled then down over your hips, down, past your knees, onto the floor, where you lifted first one foot, then the other to release yourself from your last garment. I looked at the place where your legs came together, between your thighs, and what I saw was truly exquisite. You'd shaved all of your pubic hair, there was just nice small slit where your labia were, very little extending outwards, my fantasy of the perfect pussy. I put my hands on the insides of your thighs, and gently pushed outwards, and you obliged me. I could smell your arousal, an incredibly beautiful aroma. I put a finger on the underside of you pussy, and was pleasantly surprised at how wet you were. Being a little flippant, I said,

"Horny, Babe?"

"Shut the fuck up, and get busy, lover"

"Not so quick, I need some cuddle time here"

I sat up on the bed, and pulled you towards me. I sat with my legs spread apart, and gently pulled you towards me so that both your legs were between mine, sort of half kneeling down. Then I bent down, and took your left breast in my mouth as you reached behind my head, and held me with both your hands as I cuddled you nipple, sucking it slowly into my mouth. God, is there any way the life can be better than this???

Then, I turned you around, and laid you back on the bed. I moved forward as you spread your legs a little further apart, and I put my nose a little above your clit, just so that I could put my tongue right on it. I licked, sucked, tweaked back and forth, took a finger and put it at the opening of your vagina, slowly moved it in and out, just playing with the areas at the opening. Soon you were starting to move rhythmically, back and forth, and I recognized that you were now on a mission to get the orgasm done, and I would do what I could to help. I licked, pinched, sucked, and probed, and before too long you were rhythmically moving your hips in time to my licking of our clit and folds of your pussy. A few minutes later, I felt you stiffen, then your entire body spasmed once, twice, three times, then, just became limp. No screaming, no moaning, no exhibition. I knew, or believed at least, that the "O" was a good one. I'm sure not the best ever, but I hoped it was satisfying.

I sat back and pulled back the covers, and slowly laid you back on the sheets and pillow. I laid down beside you and put your head against the crook of my neck, and said, "Thank you, babe", You sighed, and said, "No, thank you, luv"

"Sammi, no, really, this time with you has been euphoric. You can't possibly imagine what it means to a guy my age to have a young, beautiful, erotic, free spirit like you indulging me in what are my fantasies". We lay quietly for probably five or ten minutes, cuddling. I was stroking your nipple, cupping a breast, reaching down, to put my hand over your mound. No rush, just comfortable.

"Tell me, Sam, what's in this for you?

"Don't know really. I don't have any problem just taking relationships wherever they go. I'm young, unattached, I like new experiences. You've been really nice, you haven't pushed, you're not crude, it seems like you respect women, their bodies, their emotions. I guess I was just comfortable. The fact that an older guy really finds me exciting is very flattering to me. I know that young chicks are old guy's wet dreams, but in your case, I'll cut you some slack. We'll see where this goes.

"

"You don't see me as a dirty old man, an old pervert?"

"Thought has crossed my mind, but no, you seem to me quite genuine"

I reached down between your legs, and started to slowly stroke your lips, your clit, occasionally dipping my finger into your vagina. We didn't talk, just laid there, cuddled, and basked in the post orgasmic euphoria. Then, you again started to move your hips rhythmically, and I knew you were getting seriously aroused. 

"One quick question -- the quick trip to the loo. What was that all about?"

"OK -- coming clean. I need Viagra to do what I need to do. Been using it for about five years. At my age, some meds I take screw up blood flow and pressure. This really works for me. The really good thing is that we can go again".

I put my head against yours and whispered in your ear, "I really want to fuck you. I'm pretty sure I can go one more time. I've got a condom, but I'd rather not use it unless you need me to."

You paused, then said, "From what you've told me, you've been ultra monogamous, and I am OK, and very clean, so I trust you, go for it.", "Thanks, babe"

You rolled over on your back, and I positioned myself between your legs. You reached down and took my now respectable erection in your hand and put it at the entrance to your vagina. Very slowly, I pushed forward, pausing every inch or so for you to adjust, I soon was all the way in. You cooed, "Nice, really nice". I was in heaven, you really seemed to be loving this.

Slowly, I started moving back and forth, stroking my cock into your pussy,

You responded, you moved in synch with me, squeezing your muscles as I pulled back on the outstroke, an amazing skill (kegels, I need to get my wife to do that). This glorious dance went on for probably only five minutes or so, when I said, "You want to get on top?" "Sure"

I rolled over, cock staying in your pussy, as you rolled on top of me. This is my truly favorite position. In this position a woman's breasts have just the perfect profile. They are away from the chest and stomach, and have just a delectable slope and profile. A horny old man's total fantasy. As you lean over me, your beautiful boobs hang just above my face, and I reach up, and grab a nipple with my mouth and savor the softness, the firmness, the texture of your areola. I loved those nipples.

I reach back on either side of your body to hold your ass cheeks. I really hadn't noticed before, but you've got an incredibly well proportioned and tantalizing behind, I massage your buns as you continue to move up and down on my penis. I reach behind between your cheeks until I find your anus, and push a finger against it. You jump at my touch, and very quietly whisper in my ear. "No sweetie, never on a first date." So maybe a second date, I think???

"OK, second date, then?"

No response.

You continue and you are moving with more intensity, more emotion. I can tell your orgasm was coming. I really wanted to make mine come at the same time.

We went several strokes more, and all of the sudden you shuddered, and clutched me around the neck, actually starting to restrict my air flow, and you let out a whispered "Oooohhhhhhh, fffffuuuuuccckkkkk" that lasted at least a full five seconds. You had yours, but I was only a few seconds away, and you lifted up so that I could move freely. It only took three or four more strokes and I came in what was likely the best ever. It is a little clichéd, but the combination of the very sexy you, the circumstances, the cheating aspect, I was on a high that is almost indescribable.

I fell back, you dropped down on me and I kissed you on your forehead, cheeks, ears, chin,, then back to your lips.

"I can't believe what just happened. Am I still alive? Or is this heaven?"

"Whatever works for you, luv" -- there's that word again

We lay there quietly, you took hold of my deflated penis, and just help it tenderly, no stroking, no gymnastics, just a nice, low key cuddle.

I glanced at the clock on the end table and it showed almost midnight. It was getting late, so needed to figure out what the rest of the night was going to look like.

"Sammi?"

"Unh?"

"Do you need to leave, or be somewhere early?"

" No, Gene, my first class as at one in the afternoon, so I can stay".

"Would you just like to sleep with me for the rest of the night?"

""I'd love to. Put your dick between my ass cheeks, and go to sleep."

As you rolled over on your right side, I wrapped an arm over your left, cupped your soft little breast, placed my head against the back of your neck, and I faded away

With me, about 5AM or so, I need to get up and empty the bladder. Totally unromantic, disturbs and annoys my wife, and totally inappropriate in the situation I find myself in. So, a slid out of the bed as carefully as possible and went into the bathroom, closed the door, sat on the toilet (yes, when you're naked you need to stand) and let it out. Slipped back out with the lights out and into bed. You had moved and were facing me, but still seemed to be asleep. I moved against you, put a hand on your breast, and you responded. Not wanting to wake you, I just gently pulled you towards me. With no indication you were awake, I heard, "Hey, babe, want to play some more?"

"Not sure, sweetie, what you have in mind??

"Could do it once more"

"Probably can't make the pills work in time. You OK with fingers and tongue?"

"Do what you can, lover."

Lover, there was another of those magic words.

So I put my hand on her mound, slowly moved my finders around, up, down, around. Finders inside, looking for the gspot, getting some response, noticing wetness, sensing rhythmic motions. Not sure that this type of lovemaking is a place to try and excel at, so I just concentrated on sensing you emotions, and body motions, and wanted to give a smooth relaxing, pleasing orgasm. And over a period of about five of six minutes you started to buck you hips, stifling screams. Actually, very surprising to me, quite similar to what my wife and I experience. Not a good image to float at the back of my brain. Quickly we both dose off.

7:30 rolled around and the sun coming through the windows shocked me to reality.

I had meetings at 9, so had to get a move on. All of the sudden I realized that there was a woman in my bed. Sound asleep; Not at all sure how to deal with this. No alcoholic haze, we were sober. Small amount of wine, so that's not an excuse. "Sammi, you ready to get up?" Stirring, Realizations. Reality " Oh Shit -- Where am I?"

"Good morning, sunshine. Sorry to have to wake you, but I need to get going to some meetings. You're welcome to go back to sleep and leave whenever you're ready. You can order some breakfast from room service if you want."

You laid on your side, those beautiful, perky boobs staring at me, and I just so much wanted to jump back in a have another play session, but reality is just that.

I leaned forward and kissed on you on the forehead, and headed to the bathroom for a shower. Shaved, did my other morning duties, got dressed. You'd fallen back asleep by this time.

I wrote a quick note, telling you to catch a cab back to your place, or to wherever you needed to be, and a "you are amazing, and I really need to see you again before I leave",. and left a fifty dollar bill with it, grabbed by computer bag, jacket, and quietly slipped out the door.

I was a mess all day. Couldn't concentrate at all. I was constantly glancing at my phone for text messages. I wanted to call, but figured, that it would be best for you to initiate contact. I didn't want to look over anxious, or act like a stalker. At lunch time I broke down and sent you a text "Can I see you this afternoon?". No response, before I had to get back to work. Nothing all afternoon, I was checking every half hour or so. Damn, this was unnerving. Why didn't you send me something, anything? Finally the meetings wrapped up just before four, and I was back out on the street. You still hadn't responded to my text message. Should I call you? You said you had classes this afternoon, but I had no idea when they would end. I just flagged down a cab and went back to my hotel. I got to my door, and saw the room service tray on the floor. Well, at least you had your breakfast. I went in and saw the note I had written and the $50 sitting on the end table. Had you missed it, or seen it and left it. I was very confused and uncertain.

Just then, my phone rings, and I look at the ID, and my heart leaps as I see that it's you.

"Hi, Sammi

A short pause, then "Hi Gene"

"Are you OK?". I asked you

"Fine, a little pissed though", you said, and there was something funny about the way you said it, your tone seemed light, but the words weren't.

"Why, Sammi"

"I don't normally work that cheap"

"Huh, don't understand"

"The fifty"

"For cab fare"

"I thought that was my fee"

"Fee?'

"I know there is probably no way you could know, I think I didn't let on at all. Then maybe I had let something slip that would have given you a hint."

"I still don't understand".

"The reason I couldn't stay with you the first night, and the reason I can't see you tonight is that I occasionally go on dates, I have to work."

I didn't say anything for a while trying to process what you told me. "You mean that you're hooker?"

"I prefer to refer to myself as an escort, but yes, that is what I am" and what I do.

I was stunned. I didn't know what to say.

Finally, all I could say is "Wow"

"Look, Gene, I really have enjoyed your company, you've been fun to talk to, I enjoyed seducing you, you were a good lover. I know the 50 was for cab fare, I was just jerking you around a little more".

"So, I won't be seeing you again."

"No"

"So this is goodbye, then?"

"Yes it is."

"So, what would it have been?"

"What? I don't understand.'

"If I was a customer, client, john, or whatever you refer to them as, what would last night have cost me?"

"For a date and overnight I usually charge about fifteen hundred".

"Wow!", again.

Silence for probably fifteen or twenty seconds.

"Well then, all I can say is thank you very much. My time with you was just an incredible rollercoaster ride. I don't think I've ever felt such excitement, you really are special."

"Thanks, Gene, It WAS fun. I did enjoy my time with you, take care."

And you hung up.

I sat there, on my bed, absolutely in shock, no idea what to think, other than, I think I just had the experience of a lifetime.

I laid back on the bed, trying to remember the looks, the touches, the conversations. I felt exhausted, and then just quietly dosed off.

I woke up with a bit of a start, and looked over the clock on the end table, it showed a little after 8pm.

I was hungry, and had to get something to eat. I quickly changed into jeans and a casual shirt, grabbed my phone and the key, and headed out into the hall.

I just wandered around, stopped into a small bar and grill, can't remember the name, had a cheeseburger, a couple of pints of Guiness, and wasted about an hour and a half.. It was after 9:30 as I was walking back into the hotel. I went to the little gift shop/market of the lobby to grab a drink to take back to the room, As I was walking out towards the elevators, I saw from behind a older gentlemen (yes, but younger than me), with a very shapely blonde on his arm. She was dressed in an absolutely stunning dress. Open at the back, down so far I could just make out the very top of her butt crack. The couple stopped, and he turned towards her, and as she turned toward him to listen to what he was whispering, I saw absolutely gorgious Sammi. Makeup was exquisite, hair very elegantly done up. The dress also had a slit on the front that went to within inches of where her panties should have been. And from what I saw from behind a few seconds ago, there is no way there was anything there but commando.

I grabbed my phone, and quickly found my previous chats with you, and typed in "very nice outfit. You are truly awesome!" and hit send. About 5 seconds later, I saw you reach into your small little clutch purse and pull out your phone. You jumped just a little as you look at the display, probably recognizing my number, and look around quickly, spotting me about 30 feet away. You cocked you head to the side, looked directly at me, then gave me a tiny little smile, quickly grabbed your date by the arm, and steered him to the elevators.

"Goodbye, Sammi", I quietly whispered to myself, waited for you to get in to a car, then went over to the elevators myself.

Thursday evening, sitting in the departure lounge at LaGuardia, reminiscing on the incredible events of the last days, my phone chirps. I touched the screen, and saw that I had a new email. It was from essexchickuk. WTF??? Not in my contacts. I open it, and I see a subject line -- "It's really been fun". The only thing in the body of the message is a photo. Two people, a man and a women, no faces, they are both naked. Man is sitting up, woman between his legs, leaning in front of him. The most amazing thing about the photo, is that Sammi is holding the man around his head, each hand gently cuddling him as he is obviously suckling on her left breast. They are clearly having a very tender moment. I have no idea if this is staged, or if there is some bond between Sammi and the taught 26 year old stud. Oh well.. I see a little tag line below the photo.

"You and me, lover"

And with that I had moved up from Luv to Lover. 

Next thing I know is the flight is boarding and I will forever leave this universe.

Thanks, Sammi