Fulfilling A Need
Fulfilling a Need “Hi, I’m Dave,” I said by way of introduction. I entered their hotel room, eagerly anticipating the night. “I’m George,” he said, “and this…this is Raven.” George was an average looking guy, but Raven was one hot lady. Entering her mid-40s, she had serious sensuality. “You look like your photo,” George was saying as I gawked at his wife. “You too,” I smiled. George was closer to 50, with a growing middle of the successful executive, as did I. His hair was graying, more than even mine. I wondered what he did in real life; his presence was fairly commanding, even when wearing just a bathrobe. Raven, though, was delicious. She was rubinesque, with the ample hips and big bust of a mother. Although she was wearing a robe, I could see …