Ageless Erotica by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781580054607
Publisher: Seal Press

THE HOTEL LOUNGE

Skyler Karadan

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but

beautiful old people are works of art.

—Unknown, though often wrongly attributed to

Eleanor Roosevelt

The hotel lounge was crowded with conference attendees from the civic center across the street. The air inside the bar smelled of freshly reapplied perfume and damp wool overcoats due to the snowy, wet weather. Thank God it was one of those blessed establishments lovingly referred to as “smoke free.” I had stopped in for a happy hour nightcap before retiring to my room to attend to the final preparations of my presentation at the conference the next day.

I spotted her sitting at the bar as I made my way through the maze of tables. She sat surrounded by three or four younger men, each vying for her attention and a chance to make the evening more interesting. Her mid-calf length black skirt was slit up the side and offered a generous view of her shapely thigh when she crossed one leg over the other. She seemed to be enjoying the attention she was getting from the horny young lads, but she gave me a warm smile when our eyes met briefly as I looked for an open space at the bar. Just as I reached the bar, the couple standing next to her walked away, leaving a gap that I quickly occupied.

“Kinda crowded, huh?” she asked as she turned away from her admirers to face me.

“Yeah,” I responded. “Looks like the place to be.”

“Anywhere inside is better than out there,” she said. “Besides, it’s kinda fun being in here with all these young professionals.”

“I noticed you can draw a pretty good crowd,” I said with a smile.

“Oh, yeah, right! I’m old enough to be their mother. Get ’em liquored up and anybody looks good,” she said with a laugh.

“Well, I’m not ‘liquored up,’ and you look exquisite. Can I buy you another?” I asked.

“That would be very nice. Thank you,” she said.

We stayed at the bar and chatted over a couple of drinks, her sitting and me standing, as there were no tables available. People continued to crowd into the comfortable setting of the warm hotel lounge. This was obviously a favorite spot among the local young professionals. As we talked, I found myself becoming increasingly infatuated, stimulated, and, yes, even aroused by this intoxicating beauty. Her brown-green eyes sparkled with youthful mischief, and the subtle, almost invisible laugh lines that embraced them hinted of a life of gleeful enjoyment. The lounge’s overhead lights, although dimmed for effect, danced in the strands of the gray-streaked hair that caressed her face. As we watched the crowd, we talked about the joys of midlife. Yes, I said the “joys” of midlife, not the heartache. Our comfort with each other grew expansively, devoid of the all too common pretense that seems to choreograph the mating dance of the younger adults.

At one point, the crowd of patrons attempting to reach the bar to place their drink orders grew so that their jostling and bumping forced my crotch into her knee several times.

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