1. The Widow in the Rain


    Date: 7/13/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: benawriter, Source: LushStories

    It was myfirst night in town and I decided to go out, somewhere, anywhere, to break the boredom of my quiet suite. As I stepped outside the lobby downstairs I faced a wall of rain, a downpour that, backed by almost deafening thunder promised to continue for some time. Glancing to my left I saw the small outside patio, an extension of the hotel restaurant, covered by a slanted roof. The rain pounded on it and ran down its slope onto the sidewalk in splattering sheets. At one of the small tables under the patio was a woman sitting quietly, observing the occasional vehicle passing by in the wet street in front of the hotel. Her face was almost pale with just a hint of blush, lipstick as dark as her long auburn hair. Her green eyes were a vivid contrast to her hair but not to her outfit. Dressed in a white blouse, a peach pantsuit, and cream colored pumps, she had her hands clasped in her lap, her legs crossed at the ankles. As I approached, she turned to me and smiled politely. “Hello,” she said, as though she knew me. “Are you alright, Ma’am?” I asked. She appeared to be near forty, but her face was without wrinkles or worry. She was slim but the fit of her pants hinted at well-toned legs. “Yes, thank you,” she replied. “Are you waiting for someone?” I pressed. “I’m a widow; I shall always be waiting for someone,” she replied softly, still holding a weak smile. “May I sit down?” I asked, pointing to a chair on the opposite side of her table. “Yes, of course,” she answered. ...
    “So, you’re alone?” I asked. “But you’re okay?” “Yes, of course,” she replied, “I was just waiting for a nice gentleman such as yourself to come along and rescue me from the boredom of my day.” “So you’re staying here at the hotel also?” I asked. “Oh, no; I’m just waiting here for a nice gentleman to come along, as I just said.” I looked at her with a puzzled gaze and she caught my confusion and explained. “When I reach the point when I need physical attention from a man, I come and sit here patiently until someone comes along. Sometimes it takes several visits, but I can tell when the right man comes along, and you just did.” I smiled at her boldness. “So you come here and wait for a man to approach you, to hit on you?” “Exactly, but I’m very selective,” she explained, “I noticed that you looked at my face and then my legs but you didn’t lose yourself in my cleavage, and I find that encouraging and a good sign.” “Well, naturally men are going to look at you; you’re not only attractive but you dress well and you seem to be in good shape.” “Thank you for noticing. I’m Adele,” she said, extending her hand across the table. I shook her hand, which was very warm and soft in mine. “I’m Ben.” She pushed back from the table and stood, and her body amazed me. “Small talk having been completed, Ben, consider yourself selected and seduced. May we continue in your room, then?” I was astonished at her assertiveness, something that attracts me to a woman immediately. I ushered her into the ...
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