A Quick Fuck

The weather has been cold recently. I have not wanted to go out at night. I just wanted to stay home and keep warm. Tonight I had to go to a meeting with my once a week gathering with a bunch of old men. It is fun and interesting it they are old men. Of course that probably makes me an old man as well. The difference is that I like to fuck. I like to fuck younger women. I know how to fuck well. I know how to hire a woman to do that. I am not quite sure how to have random sex with women I meet. I keep myself in the friends zone. I like talking to women and having them as friends. I just don’t know how to turn it into fuck talk. Hiring a woman is easy if you know where. I certainly have figured that out in the city in which I live. There is a place to buy services of a woman just around the corner of my meeting place. I usually try to get to the meet early. Tonight I arrived forty minutes early. Could I get a fuck in 30 minutes. I give my dick a little touch. I am asking my dick if he could be done that fast. My dick responds in a sleepy stand up mode. Yes sir, I could do it if you can find the pussy. I park the car in the parking lot of the meeting place building. There are no other cars in the lot. I walk across the street and around the corner. I ring the door bell. I think to myself if they don’t answer they must be busy, and I can take a little all for some needed exercise. The door opens, I don’t see anyone, so I step inside. Behind the door is an Asian woman in a short black dress. She has medium length black hair down to her shoulders. She smiles at me. I say, “Do you have 30 minutes?” She says, “yes.” She takes me to the back room. I have been here before. That time I had an hour long fuck session with the boss lady. I think this time it is one of the workers. I wonder if she is an independent contractor working for the company, or is it something more nefarious, such as some sort of forced labor or indentured servitude. I don’t have a sense that this woman is forced to be here. She is definitely not on drugs. Her eyes are clear and she has control of herself. She is attune to the situation. She is not under age. I think she is probably late twenties or early thirties. She has young skin but not like a teenager. She has seen some years pass by on her. I am thinking about this as I am undressing. She has left the room, and left the door open. I hear her go to the bathroom. The bathroom is in the room next to this. They are not really rooms. The walls go up about eight feet, and the ceiling is about ten feet so there is a gap. I hear everything that is occurring in this converted retail space. The toilet flushes. The sink faucet runs. There is splashing of water in the sink as she washes her hands. I am glad she follows good hygiene. She comes back into the room. I am laying face down naked on the table. I look up and see her. She has my change. I take it, but I don’t have anywhere to put it so I reach out and place it on my coat which is sitting on the chair by the wall. My towel is sort of covering my butt, but not in a neat way. Especially after moving about the table to reach the chair. She picks it up and places it squarely over my butt. Then she folds it down just so my butt crack is probably showing. She does a very gentle massage for about one minute. It is the kind that is intended for sensual stimulation. It works. My dick is hard after one minute. She makes a comment that I am handsome. Who ever says that word? I never heard it in this context. She leans over to talk with me . She asks, “Sir, what kind of massage do you want?” She motions to her hands moving up and down. She reaches over and under me and grabs my hard dick. I look at her. I ask, “how about a fuck?” She asks, “how much?” I hold my fingers up and tell her the amount. She says ok, and puts her hand out. I get up and take the money from my coat. I am naked and my hard dick is ready to go. I only have twenties so I count them out. I am short one, so I get another from my coat. I have a condom there as well, but it is not one of my favorite type. I show to her. She is also not impressed with that brand. I am glad that I have a good taste in condoms, but she is probably thinking, what a novice using such condoms. It was one I bought from a machine in a men’s room. Probably they got them free and then sell them for the connivence and protection of those having random sex in the men’s room.
I give her the money. She takes it, smiles, and says thank you. She leaves the room with the money. I wonder how many women have not taken the money away and had it taken from them after having sex. Because it is pretty universal for women to do this, it is one of those cultural traditions that have a firm basis in reality. She come back in. She takes off her black dress. It was a one piece dress. The skirt part was very short. The top was an elastic around her tits. Her tits were in the open. Nicely formed tits with a bit of a sag. It is possible that she had a baby once. She had a very skinny waist, so maybe she hasn’t had a baby, unless she did s lot of exercise afterwards. She is wearing tan tights, which she takes off next. Her underpants is black with a white waist band. They look like comfortable underwear. Not the type that would inspire a hard dick from looking at them. But her takings them off, made me sit up on the table following the lead of my now harder dick. I stand up. I am looking at her. She is quite skinny. Her body has a long curve to it. Like a quarter moon. Her skin is very light tan. Her nipples are dark round pencil erasers lying a slightest darker pad. She looks at me. She says, you are handsome. She reaches over to the table. She gets an antiseptic wipe and looks at my tits. She is standing and her head is at the height of my tits. She carefully wipes each of my tits. She puts the wipes down, and leans in and sucks my right breast first, and then my left breast. I reach my arms around her and massage her back,neck and hair as she kisses and sucks my breasts in an alternate order, with a random duration. My hard dick is between us. It is screaming for attention but neither of us are paying it much attention. She turns away from me moving to the table. I stand behind her and hug her. My hands run down her front, and then to her shoulders. I massage her arms as she leans back into me. My dick is still being hard, and goes between her back and me. She feels my hard friend. She leans over. She moves towards the table. She opens a round container that contains condoms already out of the packaging and ready to use. She comes back and leans her but against the table and bends down to put the condom on me. She unrolls it. Then leans back on the table, spreading her legs open wide. Her pussy is full of dark hair. I lean forward still standing. She looks down at my dick. She says, “is it too big for me?” She grabs it and leads it into her. I am gentle. She gasps a bit. It does not appear to be fake. It is a sound of surprise, like you get when the water running from the faucet on your hand seems a bit too hot. Yea my dick is hot, and is flowing into her. It is funny that outside the body my dick is hard. Once it is inside her it is flowing. The quality her vagina being formed by strong muscles can be so much like fluid. I hear in the background someone making food. In look at the door. It is open. So we started fucking with an open door. That is another meaning for an open door policy. I pull out for a moment to close the door. I also want to reposition her. With the door closed, I climb on the table, and she positions herself to receive me. I move in, my arms hold my body up as I move in and out of her. She is tight but smooth. I really feel that I will cum soon. Like a twenty something guy. She senses my change. She is reacting by a bit by moaning, which is probably in response that she knows it will be over soon. I cum. I pull out. The condom is full, and not broken. Good thing. I get up, and she gets a towel to remove the condom. I have been here fifteen minutes. She asks, “do you want to finish the massage?” I say, “yes” . I lay back down on the table. She gets dress and then performs a reasonably good massage. Ten minutes later she is done. She leaves the room. I get up and get dressed. I leave the room and she is waiting for me. She leads me to the back door. It leads into a hallway to the parking garage. I guess she didn’t want me to leave by the front door. How interesting.
I am just in time for my meeting with the old guys. I wonder if I looked different when I walked into the room. It is cold out there. What a fine way to pass thirty minutes.