Non-Smoking

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?