The young man was looking for something in the shelves and seemed desperate so I intervened and asked, as a fellow customer, if I could help. It was a three way antibiotic. I knew about it but had no idea where they kept it. It was not with the skin lotions. Introducing myself, I found that his name was Martin. He had the physique of a man much older than the 19 years he stated. I asked if he lifted weights and so forth and he said that his body was naturally muscular and that he was going to work his way through college as a male stripper or photo model in order to make it through, taking advantage of his physique.

Even though I was twice his age, I could easily, tell that he was taken by me and his eyes traveled all over my body. Martin said he was going to ask the clerk for the ointment and what was it I was looking for? Although i was in just to pick up some lipstick, I made up this long winded story about a back pain. I told him that I was going to pass out from pain soon if I did not find someone to massage the small of my back. Martin volunteered right away and looked around, saying, "Where can I massage your back?" I told him that if he did not mind, we could simply get a motel room in a nearby place.

He did not give it a thought and in a short while, we had checked into a nearby motel room. I told him it would be best if I removed most of my clothes and again, he just smiled, silently. When I pulled off my blouse and slacks the bulge at his crotch was rather obvious and I silently thought, "Yes, thank you, God." I said, "before you start, I think I will remove this tight bra that is also causing me discomfort, if you don't mind." Releasing it from the back, my pendulous breasts bounced out and I could see Martin's reaction as he licked his lips.

Lying on my stomach I gave him some feeble directions and he made a lackluster effort to massage my back. He blurted out, "Shit, I can't take this any longer" and started disrobing. I said, "Please be careful with my back" and he grunted something. Soon, we were both naked in bed and he was all over me, hands, mouth and I could now see his erect penis, that matched his body. He was a perfect specimen of manhood. By the time he slid his steely largeness into me I was totally wet and lubricated. We fucked like there was no tomorrow. We went through all the positions, including 69 and he started sliding his engorged penis between my ass cheeks. I said, "Don't slide it inside my back door unless you have a condom."

At this point he decided he just wanted to eat me out until I came so I allowed it and then reciprocated until he fired off about seven large spurts of semen into my mouth. I greedily sucked on him until He began to grow soft.
We rested a bit, and began all over again. When we finished our second bout we showered and I gave his wonderful man-stick a good jerking until he came again. Under the water, he went down on me and went on it until I had my third orgasm, When we checked out of the motel, we had little to say, but he said, "Maybe we will see each other again." I told him that I hoped so and we left each other.

Life went on and my work as a real estate attorney always kept me busy. My divorce came through even though I was separated from my husband for close to two years. My daughter, Dianne, was in her first year in college and she was busy with studies and student activities, like she had been in High School. On day, she called me at my office and said that she had invited a close friend home for dinner that evening but wanted to clear it with me. I said, "Of course, my love."

That evening, I had picked up three steaks and all the trimmings. Dianne showed up with her beau. It was Martin, and all of our wild sex motel memories came in with him.