I was laying back on the raised floor, stroking my cock. I was only wearing the towel that was issued to you when you entered. The rest of my clothes ...ere in the locker. There was a couple of other guys around my age of 40, laying on the carpet raised floor, jacking to the movie.People entered and left. One guy that came in was Oriental, around 18. He had to be at least 18, or they would not let him enter the building. He looked at me, and then at my throbbing cock, bit his lower lip and left.. "God your skin is so smooth,you have less hair than me."Shaving had been something I had recently started in earnest. I lovestockings but they only work on silky smooth legs. Of course, once youstart you sort of keep going and now, I was completely hairless, itcost a lot in moisturizer but I loved the feel.Molly tore at my belt ripping it apart as she ran the zipper downfreeing my cock like a clown springing from a jack in the box themoment it was free, she grasped it firmly stroking it from. ‘I’m sorry about your boyfriend,’ he said, not really sure what to say as his arm snaked along the back of the couch behind her. Brandy shrugged a bit, taking a small sip of the wine as her long legs crossed. Her bare foot barely brushed up against Steven’s leg with the simple movement. She couldn’t help but notice his gaze fall to her skirt that had ridden up further on her thighs as she sat back into the comfort of the couch. She could feel his arm around her from the back of the couch and. Some of you older ladies reading this, (if any), might have to confirm that for me. In any event it's both nice to hear another demograph's perspectives, as it is healthy for the person speaking about themselves to another.Anyway...any guys out there, who have a fantasy about older ladies (do we all, or is it just me!), I'm sure you'll relate. Okay, enough. The story/fantasy is quite short, as it all blasted out in about 10 minutes (like somethin else!!)I would love to be sleeping in a hotel.