As soon as we pulled in, we rushed to get out of the limo and practically ran inside. On the elevator ride up, I removed my shoes and jewelry—I didn’t want anything to get ruined, and in my drunken state, walking in those heels was close to impossible. Mr. Brown—my boss and older date for the evening—got out the hotel key, opened the door, and threw me onto the bed. And then he was right beside me, whispering in my ear about how much he wanted me. I could not believe what I was about to do. This would definitely change the dynamic of our relationship.
It was surprising that at 55 years old he has an amazing body and is in great shape. I was afraid that the 23-year age difference between us would make things boring, or that he wouldn’t be able to keep up, but his age certainly didn’t get in the way. He took his time, making sure that I was thoroughly satisfied, and he had the stamina of a 25-year-old—I was exhausted. Never again will I underestimate an older man’s lovemaking skills.
It was close to 2 a.m. when we finished, and I was tired and hungry. He decided to get up and immediately started putting on his clothes. I thought it was a little strange, but I also knew that given the circumstances of our situation, it was probably better to try and keep a little bit of emotional distance.
I was expecting him to just leave, but instead he went into the bathroom and started to run me a bath. He called room service, ordered me a light snack, and then helped me get into the whirlpool bathtub. He went over to the cabinet and pulled out some fresh towels and scented oils for my bath. Once I was all settled in the tub, he told me he was going to head back to his room because he had some early morning business to take care of, but that he had had an amazing night. I agreed with him; this had been one of the best nights of my life.
Before leaving, he kissed me again and told me he would see me tomorrow for lunch. Once I was sure that he had left the room, I washed the soap and oil off my body and got out of the bath. I grabbed the robe hanging near the tub and went out to sit on the bed, the same bed we had just made love in for the first time. As I looked at the dress and shoes that I’d discarded on the floor hours earlier, I could not believe the night that I had just shared with Mr. Brown—it was one that I would always remember.