Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2020 11:46:34 -0800 From: Jan none Subject: Heady's Hotel Date (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral anal, f/FF) Adult Youth, oral anal, f/FF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: Copyright 2018 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Heidi's Hotel Date By Jan I was on a social network on my laptop the other night and opened up a chat with an intriguing woman. She told me that her name was Silvia. I talked to her long enough to make sure she was worth talking to. She had the look of a woman in her early fifties. She had the look of a Hispanic or possibly Turkish woman. Her black hair was braided in rows that were pulled back into a ponytail high on the back of her head that reached her shoulders. She had dark brown eyes and an expressive mouth. I'm well aware that my best feature is my youth when it comes to attracting older women. My brown hair had been red as a youth but it had become browner than red. My eyes were blueish-green and hidden behind lavender framed glasses. I had been the baby and allowed to eat far more sugar than I should have. Food was my pacifier. I had been cute as a child and I became accustomed to women masturbating me. I like sex with older women and sought out women that allowed me to suck their tits and pussy in exchange for affection. By the time I was a teenager my mother knew that I was having sex with older women but reluctantly accepted the fact that I preferred women over males. When asked I told her that when I felt dirty because I was just a warm vessel for them to deposit cum in when males fucked me. Women were more interested in making me cum. It was not uncommon for them to make me cum five or six times before we were finished. I had grown flabbily fat. My heavy tits drooped and rested on my ribcage. My lower tummy was flabby and hung over my crotch obscuring the view of my reddish parch of pubic hair covering my vulva. My thighs were chubby enough that my inner thighs were discolored from the friction of them rubbing against each other. Boys had no interest in me and I had no interest in them. While I was chatting with Silvia, I learned that she was in town on business for a few days. She expressed a desire to have the company of a girl like me in the evenings. I was thrilled at the thought of having sex with a woman like her. I made an arrangement to come to her hotel room the following evening. The following evening, I drove my little old mini cooper to the hotel and parked it in the parking lot and entered the lobby and walked straight to the elevators. Her room number was 423. I knocked on the door when I reached it. Silvia opened the door and looked me up and down before giving me a big toothy smile and took my hand and pulled me into the room. As soon as she closed the door, she hugged me and kissed me on the mouth. Her breath smelled and tasted of alcohol. "Can I make you a drink?" "Yes, Thank you." Silvia said, "I never open the hotel fridge because of the prices of anything you use. I but a bottle and Seven-Up at the local convince store along with a bag of chips and beer nuts. The hotel had ice machines on every floor. I always request a room in the middle of the floor to be as far away from the noise of the elevator and ice machine. She filled two plastic glasses with ice from the ice bucket and added a generous amount of Crown Royal and Seven-Up. She knew that I was only seventeen. She said jokingly, "I won't tell if you don't." I noticed that she was wearing a comfortable stylish leisure exercise outfit that looked like a tracksuit. It was black with leporid spotted strips running down the arms and the legs had stitched in crossed straps running town the legs that expose a generous amount of her naturally light brown skin. She was barefooted. She invited me to sit on the bed while we drank and talked. I was nervous and had to pee as soon as I finished my drink. I asked her if I could use her bathroom. Of course, she granted me permission to use it. I wiped very carefully after I finished peeing in anticipation of getting my pussy ate. As I came out of the bathroom Silvia pinned me up against the wall and pressed me against it. She pulled the Tee shirt, up in front and over my head while my arms were still in the sleeves It was like I was wearing a yoke. Under the Tee shirt I had on a tank top undershirt that she pulled up so that she could suck on my tits. She lifted them I turn and used her tongue to stimulate my nipples. She eventually knelt on the floor and pulled my shorts down for me to step out of them. Silvia ran her fingers through my red pubic hair and then she pressed her fingers on either side of my vulva forcing my pussy to pop out. She licked my pussy before taking the flesh into her mouth. She sucked me until I had an orgasm. We eventually made our way to one of the hotel queen-sized beds and finished removing the remainder of our clothes. Silva had me lay on the bed and she mounted me head to toe so that we could eat each other's pussy. As Silvia ground her cunt into my face, she was asking me, "Can I cum on your face, Babu? I want to squirt in your mouth." I had to tilt my head back to respond to her questions, "Oh, Mommy cum in my mouth! I want you to smear your-cum all over my face. Then I returned to licking her wet cunt. She eventually did squirt cum all over my face. She used her tongue like a snake to whip my clit around until I had an orgasm. We rested for a short time before Silvia knelt on the bed with her face resting on the mattress and demanded, "Heidi stick your tongue into my asshole!" I rested my hands on her butt and spread her ass so that I could stick my tongue as deep as I could into her asshole. She was begging me to stick my tongue deeper into her asshole. I eventually picked up a plastic battery-powered dildo and spit on her asshole before pressing the tip against her sphincter. She let out a moan and begged me to stick it all in her ass. He was reaching under her body with her right hand and was massaging her cunt while I shoved all of the dildo into her ass. I would occasionally pull it out to taste her ass on the plastic. She would please, "Honey stick it back in my ass." After she had an orgasm, we took turns licking the dildo clean. I eventually used her bathroom to lean up before getting dressed. We kissed and professed our love and I agreed to return the following evening before she allowed me to leave, When I got home, Mother was upset because she could smell Silvia's perfume all over my clothes and knew I had been fucking an older woman. The next day at school I was board because classwork was not a challenge so I had plenty of time to think about Silvia. After school, I went home and changed clothes. I wanted to look more mature. I used my cellphone to call her and she invited me to have dinner with her. She had done some research and want me to take her to a specific restaurant. She was waiting in the lobby for me. She was wearing a business suit, with a scarf around her neck and tucked into the jacket. She gave me the address My old mine Cooper didn't have a navigation system so I used my Garman navigation system and placed it in a holder on my dash. I followed the instructions to the restaurant. I had ever heard of it or noticed it before. When I pulled into the driveway we pulled under a covered entry and a valet opened our doors and gave me a ticket as he parked the car. When we entered the Maître d asked if we would prefer to eat in the dining room or the patio. It was a warm evening and the patio was bathed in artificial lighting in a warm yellow glow. Silvia opted for the patio. She picked up two menus and a waitress took them and escorted us outdoors to a cozy table for two located among fragrant flowering plants and herbs. The waitress asked if we would like something from the bar while we made our selections. Silvia asked for a Dry Martine and asked her to bring me a Coke. As she turned to leave, I noticed that all of the waitresses were wearing black jeans and white blouses. What got my attention was that the girl's hair was either spiked or partly shaved. They all had visible tattoos on their arms and necks. When I scanned the patio, I became aware that all of our fellow dinners were female. Some looked like average middle ages housewives having dinner with a friend. The others looked like wealthy grandmothers having dinner with young women. Their dates looked out of place because they were punk looking. They were wearing leather clothes their hair was dyed different colors and their faces had metal piercing their eyebrows, lips, noses, and tongues. There were some romantic hand-holding and occasional kissing. I felt like I was intruding looking at them. When our waitress returned with our drinks, I was relived to have my attention directed to her. She asked if we were ready to order. We ordered pepper steak and French onion soup. When she returned, she placed a small bowl of fresh garden salad in front of us. Silvia was also taking in our soundings. She asked me, "Are you comfortable having dinner in a lesbian restaurant?" "I never knew this place existed. I find it interesting." While we ate our dinner, my eyes were drawn to a couple facing us. The girl was a typical punker. The older woman was of interest to me. She was a classy looking older woman. Her hair was silver- colored and in a French twist without a hair out of place. Her steal gray wardrobe was obviously expensive and she was wearing black pearl earrings and a triple rope around her neck. I wondered what she saw in the punkish girl. At one point the girl got up use the bathroom. In her absence, the woman winked at me. I looked down and blushed. I made an effort to not make eye contact with her after that. When they finished eating and were leaving the woman stopped at our table and she complimented Silvia for her date and to my hand and kissed me on the cheek. I found she had placed a business card in my hand when she released my hand. Silvia knew she had given me a card. Her only comment was, "It looks like you have a potential date when I leave for home." That comment elicited a smile from me. Silvia and I had one mot night together before he business trip came to an end and she returned home. I had forgotten about the business card in my car's glove box. I was cleaning the car and figured it was time to empty the trash in the glove box. I remembered the silver-haired woman when I saw the card. I stuffed the card in my back pocket. That night when I went to bed, I used the email address to send her a message. I mentioned t restaurant where she had seen me. I suggested that if she was interested in a date, I was available. I went to bed and went about school the next day when I did my homework when I got home from school and planned on simply watching a movie on HBO. The last thing I did before bed was heck my email. There was a message from the woman. She wanted to make a date with me. On the outside chance, she might be on the social network I sent her a message inviting her to ping me. Just like, that my social network pinged me. My screen was filled with the face of the silver- haired woman when I opened the program and my own picture was a two by three picture in the upper right corner. I saw that her bedroom was very nice. She could also see that my bedroom was a typically messy teenager's bedroom. I told her my name. I had her full name on her card. She told me that her friends called her Jane. She asked me if I liked older women and I assured her that I loved older women. "I hope you can learn to love me." I chuckled, "I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I was curious about what you saw in that tattooed punker." "I was thinking the same thing. She had the o intellectual capacity of a gerbil. I might as well have been fucking a blow-up doll. That comment elicited a belly laugh from me. "I hope that I'm never thought of as that boring." Jane asked, "I take it that you prefer the company of older women. Can I ask why?" "Girls my age are inclined to feel guilty after having sex. Older women don't mind that I don't have a perfect figure and are thrilled to make me cum five or six times and even spend the night with me. They are thrilled to sleep with me and make breakfast for me before sending me off to school with a throbbing pussy and asshole. "I think I could fall I love with you, she replied, would you be so kind as to show me your tits?" I lifted my shorty nightgown and tossed it behind me. I lifted my left tit and sucked on my own nipple for her benefit. To show her appreciation she pulled her breasts out of the top of her dress and showed me her large breasts. Then she asked me to show her my pussy. I obliged by pulling down my panties and showing her my red bush. She showed me her graying bush. Jane askes, "Would you like to have dinner with me, say this Friday? That way you wouldn't have to go to school the next day." "That would be lovely!" She gave me her address and we agreed on the time before we ended our chat. I masturbated myself to sleep thinking about what to wear for our date. On Thursday I told Mom I had a date and would be spending the night with her. Mom wrung her hands as usual but didn't try to stop me. After school on Friday, I came home and changed clothes. I wanted to look as mature as possible. I used my Garman to direct me to her address. When she opened the door, I was impressed with her ensemble. She was striking in a sleeveless lavender sheath dress, with real turquoise jewelry. Her silver hair was I a French twist and lacked with every hair in place. She kissed me and escorted me to her late-model silver Mercedes-Benz AMG. I was impressed by her ride. The red leather interior was plush. She drove us to the same restaurant I had seen her. When we pulled in the valets were quick to open our doors and we were escorted to the same table she had been at before. I saw why he preferred that table. We had the best view of the patio. I was sitting to her right close enough that she could place her on my lap. We enjoyed our meal and talked about movies and music while we observed other couples holding hands and kissing. We eventually returned to her home. We went directly to her bedroom where we proceeded to undress each other. For a woman as old as she was her body was surprisingly youthful. There was a small amount of sagging flesh and stretch marks. She was wearing sexy black lace matching bra and tight-fitting panties. With the removal of the bra and panties, we started kissing each other while we finger fucked each other. Jane moved around e bed so that she was over me so that she could suck on my tits and her own tits were dangling over my head. All I had to do was open my mouth and one of her tits filled my mouth. We took turns sucking on both of each other's tits. When Jane had enough of ducking tits, she worked her way down my body until her head was over my crotch and her crotch was over my head. I was looking up at the gray pubic hair, the gash of her vagina and her puckered asshole. As Jane lowered her head down to suck on my pussy, she also lowered her crotch down to cover my face. The way her vagina spread over my face I had to struggle to get a breath of air. At the same time, she was being driven to distraction by the way she was using her mouth and fingers on my pussy and asshole. I was aware that I experienced a half-dozen orgasm before we eventually clung to each other as we drifted off to sleep. We slept late the next morning. It was only the urgent need to empty our bladders that forced up to get up. After we emptied our bladders, we brushed our teen and brushed our hair. At the conclusion, we realized that we were hungry and slipped on Tee shirts before heading for the kitchen to prepare something to eat. While Jane cooked breakfast, I brewed coffee and made toast for us. We talked about things we liked. We tuned out to have a lot in common. We both like to hike. Our taste in music and movies were similar. When we returned to the bed Jane produced a strap-on dildo and helped me strap it on. She assumed the missionary position and I did my best to fuck her until she had a couple of orgasms. As soon as I pulled out of her vagina, Jane flipped over and assumed a prayerful passion on her knees and head resting on the mattress. I used my hands to spread her butt. I couldn't resist smelling and licking her asshole before I spit on it in preparation of fucking her asshole with a strap-on dildo. After she had an orgasm, she did everything I had done to she did them to me. I visited her almost every day after that we went to musical concerts and movies together. I even introduced her to my mother to prove to my mother that Jane was a good person and a good influence on me. Jane assured my mother that even though she was old enough to be my grandmother that she loved me and wanted the best for me. Mother found that she liked Jane and allowed Jane to spend the night in my room with me. She even became comfortable witnessing displays of affections. We would kiss each other, embrace, and place our hands on each other's bodies in front of Mo. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com.