Casting down the walls of Victorian propriety, my newfound lover was a sexual dynamo. The atmosphere of the moment spurred me like a powerful aphrodis...ac. I don't know what turned me on more: the power I had over her, her incredible physical beauty, or the fact that I didn't even know her name. We fucked on every piece of furniture in that hotel room, ending up in the middle of the room's big feather bed sweaty from our exertions.Afterwards, as we lay in each other's arms catching our breath,. I stripped naked and stood there in the middle of her room. My semi – hard prick hanging in front of me. Her eyes took me in, she stared at my crotch the longest, her gaze turned me on, I felt my dick twitch. I walked over to the side of the bed so she could get a better look. I took her hand and placed my penis in it, her fingers weakly wrapped around it. I looked at her face. She was watching it, her mouth hung open a bit. I reached over and grabbed a breast and squeezed it. I moved my hand. ..”“It was the third week, Dear,” his wife corrected him.He grinned at her, “ ... and we never did get up the mountain. The road was barricaded and the ranger at the visitor center said they were plowing out the road from a snowstorm, but he couldn’t, or wouldn’t offer even a guess as to how long it would take. We waited around for a couple of hours, but the guy acted irritated that we had bothered him to ask. So we just went on with our vacation. We lucked up today; there are a few snowbanks. I found it most stimulating. I’m Tom. And you are…?" After taking a moment to gain some semblance of composure, and sensing that he was cool, I replied, “My friends call me Lisa.” “Well, Lisa, why not stop over, I wasn’t sleepy tonight and I’d love the company. I have some vodka and can mix us up some screwdrivers.” Well, I didn’t think twice, especially because I have a fetish for entertaining senior citizens, and he looked cute. “That would be nice, um, Tom, you said your name is? Let me just.