Mature woman knows what she wants

[Guest]

I feel his release as he moans, "ohhhh....god, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I collapse on top of him, drenched in sweat, my clothes in disarray, breathing heavily. His member is still inside, an occasional spasm as I feel him beginning to soften.

I slide off his lap on the seat next to him, and straighten my clothing. Looking around the club, I wonder if anyone noticed our performance, or whether all eyes were locked on the production onstage. I lean into Thor, my body still sensitive, our sex still pungent in the air.

"Mmmmmmm, that was nice." I purr.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Resting my hand on the back of Moon's neck, I pull her gently toward me. A soft kiss; another and another as my hand ruffles the hair at the back of her neck.

"That was more than nice," I respond, "that made the Earth move." Laughing as I deliver the hackneyed old line I say, "Where have you been all my life?"

Pulling my clothing back in place, relatively speaking, I slide back in the booth - cradling Moon in the crook of my arm - and watch the performers on stage.

 

[Guest]

"Where have you been all my life?"

I smile at his words.

"I was thinking the same thing." I simply state, snuggling into his arm comfortably.