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By (user no longer on site) OP 4 weeks ago
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I was a bit taken aback, stuck and not sure what to say. I excused myself to the toilets to buy myself a bit if thinking time. Both had just given a very polite smile and never said a word after that comment. Did they know my stories? Even if so, how do they know it's me? I looked at fab. Shit, my 'who's nearby' was on. As I looked I saw Sue and Brian's profile within touching distance. 58 and 60 years old but no pictures. I looked down and clocked I had my white hugo boss briefs on. I never wore them other than for pics as they showed my bulge better than any others, sounds egotistical but it was true. That and the very limited connection of within 'touching distance' was surely all they had to go on. Was my waistband showing while I sat down or at the bar? I went back to my table and made a polite comment about how they will love it at that restaurant, it always 'cums' highly recommended. I then made a few references to my stories when Sue just smiled and said 'I told him it was you, AlphaBen'. I kept my voice down and asked how they knew? 'You're within touching distance, then your build, and you kept looking around as you were typing lots, oh and your wrist watch. Not many men have a square face with tan strap. It's in your pictures too'. She was right. I had let my guard slip. Most guys my age wear modern watches or smart watches. I preferred the look and feel of the old school gentleman watch. Sorry said Brian, Sue is a retired Police Sergeant, didn't quite cut the mustard at Inspector level but she still picks up on the little things, its never left her.
'You know what I liked about our little introduction Ben?', Sue asked almost in a formal manner. I just looked at her with no words spoken. 'You noticed my tits but you didn't stare. Not a lot of men can do that'. I smiled. My mind is thinking shove my face right in there but.... 'It's the gentleman in me, which allows me to wear my gentleman's watch' i said. I couldn't exactly say how were you ever a cop with tits that size. I guess time and gravity had played a part since her retiral though. Ever been a cop? Sue asks inquisitively. Fuck no I laugh. 'Good answer' adds Brian. So what do you do? Write stories? I laugh, do you want my response or do you want AlphaBens response? She ponders the unexpected retort. AlphaBens please.
Well I said, I'd lead you through that fire exit, rip off your big cotton granny pants with Brian chasing behind and looking on in panic, then haul your massive tits out those lace confines before fuc ...... Sue stops me, holding up one hand like she was stopping a bus on points duty. Perfect. Now, let's stop the stand off. I love your stories, I loved the one you wrote about fucking an older woman in front of her husband on his birthday, finding them in a hotel room after meeting in a bar. Am I as old as the woman in your story.... or.... is it true to life?. Just a story I confirm. Do you want it to become true to life? A hotel room, the idea, the doing as you please as the husband sits and watches what you are doing? I smile. You offering? I ask. Police Sergeant Sue spoke, without batting an eyelid, said 'Yes, that's exactly what I want and need'. I look back at Brian, he shrugs his shoulders 'ever since she read that story she's wanted to live it out with the mind behind it'. I smile. I lean forward between the married couple and tell them, it will never play out exactly the same, but if you are open to the idea.... put your number in my phone. She does without question. I sit back, smiling, 'Right Brian, go book a hotel room 4th floor or higher with a city view. I don't care of the hotel but it needs a city view, a sofa in the room and a walk in shower'. I watch as Sue recognises the detail of the information given from the story she loved so much. She looks at Brian, 'do it' she nods. You, Slut Sue, if those are your real names. You are no longer in the force, you are an older woman just about to be fucked by a stranger, you have about an hour before the shops close. I want you in something that resembles your bridal underwear all those years ago. Go. She starts to talk back but no. She has gone from Sergeant Sue to Slut Sue in my mind, the professional respect had gone, not that it was there too much in the first place. Go, I want a text from you within the hour confirming the hotel, be ready in the bar area. You and 'Brian'. If I don't hear from you again I will delete your number. Now piss off. She had experienced partial 'AlphaBen' but she left with no question on how the night was going to pan out..... |
