So I totally fucked an older guy Saturday afternoon. It was a work friend. Not something I planned to have happen, and not even something I'd do again. But there we were, after a long morning, in the hotel bar. I had maybe two drinks and a shot, so I was relaxed but not tipsy. We talked for a while. He's married, no kids, with a wife that lives out of town. He's early 60's. In shape. A real Harrison Ford type. It was shameless. We were getting to that point where we were going to have to leave to get ready for dinner, or something, or it was just going to get awkward. And we were getting really friendly, there was certainly a lot of thoughts flying around. So I just said it, "do you want to go up to your room and fuck?" "I thought you'd never ask," said Harrison. We got into the room and to avoid any awkwardness I told him to sit down. I had on a black skirt with black thigh-highs, a garter belt and no thong, and then a white blouse and a black bra that matched the garter (I was trade show booth trim all weekend). As he unbuttoned his dress shirt, kicked off his shoes and sat back, I removed my blouse, dropped my skirt and made my way over. With his pants still on, I sat on his lap. I was a total tease for a good 5 min before we finally locked lips. It was hot, laying on him as he reached around grabbing all my goodies. My bra came off, but the garter and stockings stayed, as I got on the floor next and took his penis out of his pants. He was very handsome. As I went down on him I could tell the biggest turn on for him was how young I was for him. If you've been with an older guy that makes sense. It's the way he feels you, and plays with your hair, and grabs your ass and breasts, and eats your pussy. After that we moved to the bed, I climbed in and he got naked. It was rather steamy sex once we got going. I let him get on me first. Neither of us had condoms, and I could tell he was in a panic thinking that was going to end this. So I said it was ok. "It's ok honey," as I grabbed his penis and put him inside me. Harrison was very quiet, sans some moaning he was mostly deep breathing. But he was into it pretty intensely. After a little missionary I told him to get on his back and then climbed on him. Again, explorer with his hands, it was wonderfully sexy the way he was trying to take me all in. First cowgirl, then reverse cowgirl. He said he felt like a champ in bed together because I'd cummed 6 times already. "How do you want to finish baby?" I ask turning back to look at him. His hands firmly on my ass cheeks, his eyes fixated on his cock going in me as I'm leaning forward. "You want me to," he says with the last word raising in tone like the cutiest question. "Yes baby. I want you. Give it to me how you like." Lucky for me he turned out to have a bit of a pile driver fantasy. He instructed me to get on my tummy, laying on the bed. As he got behind me he lifted my waist up off the bed and I got on my knees. As he slid himself inside me I felt him lay forward over my back. Slow thrusting turned into an amazingly abusive slaying that was all too short as after a mumbling earning he blew his load. I should have said earlier, I'm loud as hell the whole time. I yell and squeal and curse the whole time I fuck, so by the time I know he's going to cum I'm begging for it at the top of my lungs. It helped that because of the angle he was in me, and the intensity at which Harrison was beating up my lost arc, I had back-to-back organisms. When we were done we laid in bed for a good half hour. We talked about all kinds of things, as I laid there on his chest, him on his back. While we were talking I played with him under the covers. When he was semi hard again, I sucked him off... but that's another story.