A quiet drink with a twist

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I'm sat there in a hotel bar, alone after spending the day at a conference talking to the bar man. A mature woman, no more than 50 years old, pulls up the seat next to me, I smile politely as she sits. I notice she has very long, slender legs yet she is still shorter then me, the tops of her stocking peak out from under her knee length black skirt as it rides up. I try not to make it too obvious that I saw, but she catches me out of the corner of her eye. She just lets slip a smile out of the corner of her mouth. She orders a white wine, as she collects her change, her elbow catches the glass, that topples onto my lap. I jump with a look of surprise, she looks up at me with a cheeky smile before carrying on the act that she was truly apologetic. With napkin in hand she begins to pat me dry, starting at my inner thigh working her way up to my groin. As she pats me dry her hand grasps my shaft, and lingers there. I take her hand, and say "It's ok, I've got a spare pair upstairs I can change into" I get up an make my way to lift, as the door goes to close a familiar pair of legs step inside. I press the button for my floor, yet she presses nothing. As the door closes she leans over to me and whispers gently in my ear "Don't tell my husband" she the playfully nibbles on my ear. Her lips creep round to mine and we begin to kiss passionately, my hands sliding down her back grasping her firm round bum with a deep squeeze. The doors open, I take her hand, and we run down the hallway like a couple of naughty school children. We arrive at my room, I can feel my inhibitions dropping as I open the door..........

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