She works up the nerve

The fourth time I walked through those doors, I didn’t bother pretending anymore. I’d made up my mind about why I was there. The first three visits in eight days had been about watching. About soaking in the thrill of being wanted without having sex to earn it. But after two weekends of going home buzzing, wet, and unsatisfied, I decided it was no longer enough.

I told myself I’d follow someone else’s lead, that way, I didn’t have to make any decisions about anything, I was just letting the night unfold. The first one to shoot his shot looked like he was maybe in his fifties, with silver hair and a silky voice. I’d noticed him on my second visit, sitting back relaxing while others talked around him. He’d watched me without leering that night, and only casually spoke to me when I was alone for a moment at the bar and he came up for a drink.

“I’ve seen you a few times now, and you keep circling this place like you’re not sure what you’re doing here,” he said.

I laughed nervously. “Maybe I’m not.”

His smile was small but kind. “Here, it’s better when you stop trying to figure things out, and just let go. You keep coming back for a reason, right?”

I didn’t know what to say, but he offered his hand. “Do you want to see?”

I let him lead me down the hallway to a softly lit room. It wasn’t one of the fully private ones, but he closed the curtains as best he could to give us privacy, aside from the small gaps at either side. He touched me like he’d been waiting all night, but each move gave me time to pull away if I wanted.

His hands settled on my hips before slipping lower to hike my dress up. When his fingers failed to find any panties, they quickly slipped inside me. The relief it brought was so sudden it almost pushed me over the edge before I could mentally calm myself. I clutched at his shoulders, **** for more.

His lips brushed my neck, and he lowered himself, until they were at the inside of my thighs. When he finally eased me back onto the couch and pulled his cock out, I guided him without thinking. The first push made me whimper, spreading me open, and when he started telling me how beautiful I was and how good I felt, I knew I could never go back to guys my own age.

The murmur of voices carried through the thin fabric, and in the sliver of space where the curtain didn’t quite meet the wall, I saw silhouettes moving past. I tightened around him when my body strained between the fear of being seen and the raw pleasure of this new experience. Each thrust made me shiver, and my nails were digging into his butt as he drove deeper. Every sound outside our space made me tremble harder. I wasn’t prepared for strangers to cum inside me, but when he was ready, I finished him with my hand against my shaved mound.

I left that night shaking with exhilaration.

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