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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Margaret Turns Forty by C Hump (CHump93093@aol.com) Margaret looked into the full-length mirror and she liked what she saw. She couldn't believe that this slim, beautiful woman, staring back at her, was really her. It didn't seem possible that she had just turned forty. Now just look at her. She was getting dressed in her motel room. She hadn't put her dress on yet. She was wearing a black garter belt, with matching bra, panties, and shear silk stockings. She continued to watch herself as she slipped her short black dress over her head. It was form fitting and really showed off her body, slim, tight, and youthful looking. The black 3 inch heals finished the ensemble and made her look like she always wanted to look - the type of woman who turned heads when she walked in to the room. She stopped at the mirror to give her hair and make-up a final once check. Like her, they were perfect, though she would have never dreamed of describing her- self as perfect. Pausing at the mirror, Margaret thought how lucky she was to have a job that let her travel a little. Not to much but enough to get away from home when the environment became to stifling with kids, husbands and pets. Satisfied at last, she walked out of her door. Her plan was to go to the lounge, have a couple of drinks, perhaps even dance and flirt a little and then go to bed. This is exactly what the night was to bring, but she never imagined that it would happen the way that it did. The lounge was the same as any lounge in the nicer motels. A bar, dark, with bored travelers looking for some diversion. Margaret sat down at the bar and ordered her first drink. She decided to be daring and had alcohol, a margarita, instead of her normal Diet Pepsi. When she looked back on this night she always felt that this was a major factor in the decisions she made that night, decisions that she regretted but decisions, the memories of which, also gave her a wicked thrill. Like most lounges, there weren't many women. There were none there that looked half as good she. Before long she had two unsolicited drinks sitting in front of her and had firmly, but politely, rebuffed three offers for company. She was thinking about leaving and going back to her room when a man walked up. Not a man really. She suspected that he was about 20, half her age. However, he was stunning. Tall, athletic - a dream come true. When he asked her to dance she said yes without even thinking twice. On the dance floor he moved with the grace of a trained dancer and the energy of youth. She was very flattered with this younger man's atten- tion but three dances, without a break, was too much for her. Especially when the last dance was slow and she felt the flutter of desire when she was in his arms. What was she thinking? She knew she could be his mother, but she wanted him and she could feel that the desire was reciprocated. They walked back to the bar together and sat down. He was bright, funny, charming, and exuded a masculine appeal that had her blushing like a sixteen-year-old virgin. When they at last sat she was thirsty and hot, and she had gulped her margarita down. Before she had realized it she had had three drinks and was consider- ing another. The man was very solicitous to her needs and she could feel a chemistry building between them. They talked about what he did (a student) and what he wanted out of life. She felt a special rapport building with him and the age difference didn't seem to matter. She couldn't believe her own words when she asked him to come to her room "to relax". He smiled and said it would be great but that he would rather go to his room, in the motel across the street. She didn't know him and should have known better, but she saw herself picking up her purse and change and walking out the door with the young man. When they got into his room he dimmed the lights. She noticed that he hadn't locked the door but, at the time, gave it no thought. He took her into his arms and kissed her. She felt herself melting into him and returning his kiss with a passion that surprised even herself. Before long she was down to garter and heels and he asked her to leave it on. His body was perfect. Taught, firm, a dancers body, with a hard, slim musculature that she found very erotic. She was down on her knees; worshipping his slim tapered cock. She licked and stroked him and was very satisfied when she felt his cum flowing into her mouth. "Not bad for an old broad." she thought. He gasped, and pulled her head towards him when he came. She choked on his cock and had to work hard to free herself so that she could breath. He sat down on the bed and pulled her to him. He went down on her and what he lacked in knowledge; he made up for in enthusiasm. Margaret came to a satisfying, if not thunderous, orgasm. Being young, he was already hard again, and quickly entered her. He like many young men, thought the way to satisfy her was to pound as long and hard as he could. He had incredible staying power. Margaret wasn't used to this and, when he finally came, she was already a bit sore. She realized that he was young and trying to please her. Next time, she thought, I'll let him know how to do it. She was lying in bed with him, already feeling guilty, when he reached over and turned the room light on. Now, why would he do that, she thought? She only later realized that this was a signal to the other four men waiting outside. Shortly after the light came on, four men walked into the room. The tallest one said, "Well Tom, what have you got for us this time...? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 9