Hot Sex in a Blizzard

All flights had been canceled indefinitely because of the blizzard, so I checked in to a hotel close to the airport until the weather cleared. I showered, called my wife, and put on my standard traveling clothes: jeans and a sport coat. The restaurant in the hotel was supposed to be pretty good and as I went to it across the lobby, I noticed the bar/lounge and decided to have a drink or two first.

Three people were in the bar, a couple at one end of the bar and a single, older woman, at the other end. Nobody was at the tables. When the bartender served my drink, the couple got up and left.

I glanced at the older woman and saw she was staring at me. I stared back, looking her over. She was dressed as a businesswoman--an earth-toned skirt and jacket with a white blouse--and from what I could see of her she was slight, but built pretty well and her face was lovely, in a hard-edged kind of way. An executive secretary type--maybe even an executive herself. She had dark hair that hung straight down to almost touching her shoulders. The only jewelry I could see was some kind of pin on her lapel.

She smiled and said, "Do you know what it means when two people are staring at each other?"

I smiled back and shook my head," No."

She picked up her purse and her drink and walked over to me, a finishing school walk, poised, very classy. She was a little taller than she appeared while sitting and had a not-quite-hourglass figure. "I didn't want to say this out loud across the room,"she said in an erotically throaty voice, "but when two people stare at each other it means they are gonna fuck or they are gonna fight."

Was she coming on to me? I hoped so. She was nearly the ideal "older" woman of my jack-off fantasies.

I was shocked at the language but I chuckled and said I would remember that one.

She placed her small purse and drink on the bar, hoisted herself on to an adjoining barstool, and flashed enough thigh that I had a glimpse of the dark band at the top her stocking, and signaled the bartender to bring us a round. She held out her hand and gave me a dazzling smile, saying, "I'm Janine."