Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Recently, I was visiting friends in Philadelphia. I love to visit the big cities for a short time. There are so many fun things to do and so much different culture to experience. My friend had gotten us tickets to see a Kabuki show and I was so excited to go. We arrived to the theater and an usher showed us to our seats. A few minutes later this very tall, very sexy older gentleman in a pinstripe suit was shown to the seat next to mine. I appreciate tall. Also, I appreciate older. I more than appreciate a pinstripe suit.
I waited for an equally gorgeous woman to join him but a couple was seated next to him filling in the rest of the row. He was alone! I surreptitiously looked at his left hand resting on the arm rest next to me and didn’t see a wedding ring or any signs that he wore one.
Pinstripe
I smiled at him and he smiled back and then introduced himself as Sean. We easily fell into a pari passu conversation with one another. He explained that he was a pundit of the local theaters and I shared that I was only in town for a few days. He grinned and told me he didn’t mind making transient friends. I laughed flirtatiously and then the lights dimmed and the performance began ending our conversation.
After the show, we all stood up and gathered our things and headed out to the front of the theater. After we’d stepped out onto the sidewalk, Sean turned to me and asked me if I had any further plans for the evening. I said no, that my friend and I were going to head home for the evening. He asked if I would join him for a drink at one of the local lounges.
I said I would love to but my friend decided that she wanted to go home and left me to my new friend. He placed a hand at the small of my back and lead me to his BMW opening the door on the passenger’s side for me to slide in and then shutting the door for me. He drove us to this swanky martini bar where I felt slightly under dressed but didn’t care after the initial thought.
We ordered martinis and shared wonderful conversation. It wasn’t long before I knew that a one night stand with Sean was incipient. The brushing of salt and pepper in his hair and the way his suit seemed to tailored just for his broad shoulder and his ability to hold intelligent conversation had me right where I wanted him to have me. I’m a sucker for clandestine affairs with older men.
After a couple of drinks, we agreed that it was time to leave. Again, he was the perfect gentleman and open and closed the car door for me. I decided to take advantage of our confined quarters and to make my move. When he’d gotten in and started up the car I reached across the consol and placed my hand on his thigh lightly rubbing the fabric of his pants.
“Don’t start anything you don’t plan to finish, Zoey.” Sean said as my fingers boldly trailed over the bulge in the crotch of his pants.
“Oh, I don’t plan to finish until dawn,” I teased, “Hope you don’t mind us going to your place, I don’t think my friend would appreciate me bringing you home.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Placing my palm between his legs I assured him that I was very sure.
“I have one request though.” I said teasing him as he worked to keep the car between the lines on the road and to stay in his own lane.
“What’s that, my dear?” he replied.
“Leave the suit for at least the first time.” I grinned.
“What have I gotten myself into?” he joked.
“Sexy naughty fun with a girl almost half your age.” I quipped but then assured him with a squeeze that I certainly didn’t mind the age difference.
I love older men who love younger women. Call me if you share my interests.
Zesty Zoey
1-844-332-2639 Ext 403