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[freckles10179]

"Sleep; it's past my bedtime!” Mia jokes as she again agrees to meet your friends for brunch! In the morning, “ Then mumbles a goodbye as she takes off her shoes and heads to the elevator. After a few minutes of waiting, she becomes annoyed and scared by the weird sound the elevator was making, as is it moved. Mia then jumps when she feels someone moving in closer and whispers in her ear. “ You'll be okay. Just relax, and let's try some things to distract you? I can think of a few… some involve those pretty red lips, or maybe spanking you for being such a teased earlier? You blush at his words, and you recognize that voice as the groom's father, a very sexy silver fox who you had flirted with and teased during your friend's rehearsal dinner. You honestly never expected to run into him again, but the universe apparently had other ideas.

 

[susurrus]

I hadn't expected this wedding to be anything but a run-of-the-mill affair. Get my boy hitched, eat some overpriced catering, watch some untouchable hotties of all ages writhe and gyrate on the dance floor at the reception. Go home, resume my life without my wife. Fucking cancer. Three years. Christ, had it actually been that long?

As a guy, you can't help but scan the room for the hottest women there. It's like a reflex and you've done it before you realize you're doing it. There were plenty. Lots of hot moms and it seemed like all the bride and groom's college friends were smoking.

At the rehearsal dinner, I was having the most BORING conversation with the bride's dad (fine guy, but the only topic he could go on at length about was his carpeting and flooring business), when I noticed one of the bridesmaids flirting with me.

Suddenly, Mister Carpet's voice was pushed to the background. I played coy. There was no way I was getting pulled into something if I was intercepting signals that were meant for someone else. Hell, for all I knew, there was somebody BEHIND me that she was smiling at. Regardless, eventually it became clear that the game she was playing was indeed for my benefit, and it made the evening much more interesting.

As the evening slipped away, people began to slip away themselves to prepare for the fesitivities that were to occur the following afternoon. When I saw my flirty little friend get up and start hugging and kissing her friends goodnight, I made my excuses and left, keeping an eye on my new friend.

Oh yes, I felt like a predator. In this era, an adult male of my age is made to feel like a pervert and stalker in regard to women of practically all ages. It makes it really difficult to get your life back on track after a loss when nearly every time you show the slightest interest in a woman, the attitude you get back is either disgust or outright terror.

I was taking a hell of a chance, I knew. The flirting could have merely been a game. She may easily have been trying to get an old fucker like me all revved up only so she could crush me later. Hell, it was a pretty good bet she didn't expect her attention to leave the dining room.

She stood at the elevator as it ground and shuddered. I'd been surprised the hotel didn't maintain it better. On top of it, the light in the vestible was really dim, like there were a couple bulbs out.

Steeling myself, I rehearsed what to say. As I approached, I felt all that rehearsal dissolve. When I did reach her, I didn't touch her, but only whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid. You'll be okay." Fuck, the warning klaxons had to be shrieking in her head at that. "Just relax and we'll try some things to distract you. Some involve those pretty red lips," Christ, I was sounding more predatory all the time, "or maybe a spanking for all your teasing earlier."

I couldn't believe I'd spoken like that to a complete stranger. One young enough to be my daughter, no less. When she turned, I expected horror, a slap in the face, a kick in the balls, something.

I braced myself for the reaction to my brazenness...