Non-Smoking
As thick as early morning fog, cigar smoke
circulated through the non-smoking hotel room, an offense that would cost him a
little over $250 when he eventually checked out but he didn’t care one bit about
the fine for the violation, not in that moment as he sat in bed and watched her
get dressed. Normally, Corey stayed out of sexual entanglements with women who
were so much older than he was, mostly because they usually treated him like a
son but Gwen had been different. From the moment they had first met, she had
been bold, seductively aggressive and very clear in her intentions. She hadn’t
cared about the age difference between them and she let him know that she saw
him as a grown, desirable man. Something about that, the way she had approached
him and let him know exactly what was on her mind, was incredibly sexy to him
and that was precisely how they inevitably ended up in that hotel room
together.
“Are you sure you have to leave?” Corey asked as
Gwen stepped into her white, lace panties.
“I do,” she answered. “He’ll miss me if I’m gone
too long.”
“I’ll miss you more,” he told her.
Gwen looked back at him, over her shoulder, as he
smoked, naked in the king-sized hotel room bed where they had just spent the
entire morning having sex, smiling with wanting eyes and still very erect.
“He’ll miss my presence,” she told him. “You’ll
just miss this,” she said and smacked her soft butt cheek so he could watch it
jiggle.
He loved when she teased him like that. Gwen
might have been older than the woman he was used to being intimate with but she
was still very well put-together. Her skin had a youthful glow and only the
streak of grey in her hair gave any hint that she wasn’t exactly as young as
she looked. There was still a young, burning fire in her eyes that he saw
whenever she took off her glasses. She kept her body tight and fairly firm but
was still soft enough to feel divinely feminine in all of the right places.
“I’m jealous,” Corey told her as he watched her
squeeze all of that juicy goodness into her skirt. He didn’t know how she even
managed to get the zipper up with all of the ass she was carrying.
“Jealous? For what? You’ve always known I’ve had
a man,” she reminded him. “Instead of feeling jealous, you SHOULD be feeling
just as bad as I do because we keep on doing this,” she joked with a
mischievous smile.
“Why should I feel bad? He’s your boyfriend, not
your husband,” Corey answered.
“My man
is much older than me. He hasn’t been a boy
in decades so I don’t think we can call him my boyfriend, in all fairness,” she giggled.
“He still isn’t your husband though,” said Corey.
“No, he isn’t mu husband…and to be honest, I don’t
want a husband,” she answered as she slipped on her bra. “And what’s with you
and all of this husband talk all of a
sudden. You tryin’ to make a point? You thinkin’ about marrying me…makin’ me an
honest woman?” she asked sarcastically as she mocked him.
“No, I’m just sayin’,” Corey started to say.
“Don’t,” Gwen stopped him.
“Don’t what?” Corey asked.
“Hush. Don’t lie to me. Don’t try to explain
anything to me. Let’s just let this be what it is,” she told him.
“And what is this exactly?” Corey asked before he
took another long pull from his cigar.
“This is what it is. What you see and what you
feel when we meet, that vibe and warm sensation you get when we meet like this
in these fancy hotel rooms. Just let it be what it is, this illusion and this
temporary release that we both need…our secret between these walls and
underneath these sheets,” she answered.
After that, Corey was quiet. Gwen turned to face
him as she fixed her hair. He was still hard as he watched her and she was
tempted to kiss him again, passionately deep, wet and slow, just where he liked
it. She could get on her knees in front of him and snatch his soul if she
wanted to and she felt good to know that she was that powerful.
“Can you come over here and tell me goodbye, just
one more time?” Corey asked.
“I’ve been telling you goodbye all morning. Don’t
be greedy,” she warned him as she put her arms in her blouse and then slowly
buttoned it up.
“I’m going to miss you for real,” Corey said.
“I know you are,” Gwen answered as she grabbed
her jacket, her purse and then left him alone in the room with lust in his
heart but his soul still his own.
I
hope you enjoyed this Flash Fiction piece I free-styled for Hump Day. As the author
and creator, I KNOW exactly how these characters became tangled together and
how it will all play out but, I want to hear from you, the reader.
1
– Why do you think Gwen pursued this sexual affair with Corey even though she’s
in a relationship? Be
honest and tell me what her reasons COULD be.
2
– Is Corey in way over his head?
3
– An older man with a younger woman is common in literature but, how did you
feel reading about an older woman with a much younger man?
4
– Do you think that Gwen will ever see Corey again?
5
– If they do continue down this path, how do you think it will end?
