Night was falling over Seattle. The background sounds changed from the roar of rush hour, to the more gentle hum of the night life. A ferry passed in the bay, bound for points unknown. The colorful lights of Seattle began coming on as Mason parked in front of the hotel and got a room.
Mason dropped his suitcase on the stand near the door. The room was the same type of musty perfumed room he had been staying in for the past 40 years, with a few slight variations. He turned on the coffee pot and collected the packets of instant coffee and sugar. He kicked off his shoes and checked his face in the mirror. It looked like a road map. How many times had he seen that face? How many hotels and for how many years? It wasn’t bad for a 70 year old man who had seen a lot of life. He turned and found dirty towels hanging on the holder. He frowned in annoyance and went out to call the desk.
“Maid service!” a voice came as a knock sounded. He went to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see a nicely built 50 year old woman. She was an aging beauty with small, firm breasts. Her low cut blouse and revealing cleavage took his entire attention until she cleared her throat. Read the rest of this entry »

Sally Jane Mitchell pulled her Escort into the slanted driveway and shut off the engine. The silence after 7 hours of continual driving, was a blessing. She looked over the trendy neighborhood. Three young boys were playing softball in the street. Colored leaves littered the sidewalk and a few lawns. Christmas decoration decorated the front of a few houses. A crow called from a nearby leafless oak tree. For a Thanksgiving holiday, it was very quiet.
Sally climbed out of the Escort with a moan of pain. Her legs hurt her back ached, and she had a throbbing headache that just wouldn’t go away. She grabbed her suitcase and rang her grandmother’s doorbell.
“Sally!” Grandma Mildred cried with joy. She hugged Sally and pulled her into the house. Mildred took the suitcase out of Sally’s hand and dropped it in the hallway, while pulling her along behind her.
“Sally, I want you to meet somebody,” she said, pulling her into the kitchen. “This is Bob, the young man who fixes up around here for me. I just couldn’t live without him,” Mildred said breathlessly. Sally found a tall, middle aged man standing in Mildred’s kitchen. He set his coffee on the table and quickly shook hands with Sally. For a young man he was fairly old. Sally wasn’t an expert, but she guessed that Bob was between 45 and 50. Of course he was young by Mildred’s standards. She had just turned 65.
“It’s a pleasure,” he said enthusiastically. “Your grandmother has been telling me about you. But she didn’t mention the fact that you were awesomely beautiful,” he said, frowning at Mildred. Mildred laughed, as was expected of her. Sally noticed his eyes on her breasts. She felt a warmth fill her chest. She knew her nipples had turned hard. She saw Bob lick his lips, before turning back to his coffee. She glanced at the front of his pants furtively. His dick was as hard as rock. It was Sally’s turn to lick her lips. He was twice her age, but a dick was a dick and she wanted to feel something between her legs.
Bob and Sally went to the living room, while Mildred worked in the kitchen. The wonderful aroma of turkey and pie floated out to them in the living room.
“It smells wonderful,” Bob said. His eyes strayed to Sally’s legs. She sat facing him in an overstuffed chair. Her dress lay open revealing her legs clear up to her upper thighs. After seeing Bob’s hard cock, Sally desperately wanted to be fucked by him. She was flirting.
“Time to eat,” Mildred called from the dinning room.
“I could use some of that,” Sally whispered, surprising even herself with such a lewd comment.
“What?” Bob asked in stunned surprise. Sally only giggled. Read the rest of this entry »