SUGAR DADDY:
For Old Times Sake (Part 2)
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Millie had been a beauty queen in her day. Even though she was long past all that, she could still turn heads. Few people would have ever guessed her age.
She still got a whistle now and then. Kids having fun with her? A horny old bird that never figured out women's lib? Whatever the reason, she didn't care. Nowadays she just smiled, waved and threw a kiss. Let it go at that.
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Millie's husband had died twenty years ago. As much as she missed him, for the most part she was content and had no desire to hook up again.
Yet every birthday found her more reclusive than the one before. Half the men her age looked for girls young enough to be daughters, the younger ones were looking for a meal ticket, and the rest of them were married or dead.
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She loved to travel and did it as often as possible. For the past month she'd been visiting her son in Pittsburgh, and her daughter's Blue Ridge Mountain retreat in West Virginia.
Now it was time to go back home.
So far, Millie had been enjoying a beautiful scenic trip via the net works of the Kentucky Parkways which allowed her
to avoid all the interstates.
Being able to drive straight through from West Virginia to Paducha, Kentucky and never having to stop for even one traffic light was a joy she could not explain.
She only knew that being free as a bird for 1,500 miles in her own world felt good. It was like a climax. If you'd never experienced it, it was like trying to explain purple to a blind person.
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Millie was taking her time on this return trip but tried to pace herself all the same in order to arrive on time where she had reserved a room for the night.
It was late in the day the 25th of May.
Running behind, she canceled her hotel in the Paducha Convention Center.
It was getting dark and she was nervous, didn't know where the hell she was. Wrote a note on the dash board memo--get a GPS!
It was the time of year tornados hit. Sure enough, over the radio in came a severe weather watch that made her start looking for a sturdy hotel, hopefully one with a shelter.
Finally she found an old Ramada Inn that had been remodeled. The big banner, across the front announced, "Under New Ownership".
It looked like a good bet, more so, when she saw a second banner that proclaimed "Your Home Away From Home. Ideal For Your Next Reunion."
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After the man at the check in desk assured Millie all guests had the option of going down to the storm shelter or remaining in their rooms if a warning was issued, she accepted the key to a first floor room near the ice-machine.
Confident she was safe as possible, Millie settled in and unpacked after taking a long look at herself in the full length mirror.
Not too bad she thought. Could be worse.
Continuing to study herself in the mirror, she gave herself a pep talk: "Maybe I'll find a sweet guy who's half blind . . . someone who would agree to meet me in the dark . . . better yet, perhaps I could find someone who likes me as I am . . . like Otto. I need to find him when I get back. "
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It was a cool spring night, deciding to close the window she had opened earlier, Millie spotted a man getting out of an airport limo. She liked his jaunty fedora and long white scarf with tassels hanging around the shoulders of his black trench coat. Something about him was familiar, but she didn't know what.
Never being a woman to pass up an opportunity, she took off for the lobby after touching up her lipstick, shaking her hair upside down and taking a quick squirt of her favorite perfume.
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She stepped off the elevator just in time to hear the guy requesting a handicap room. When she got up close she immediately recognized him from two weeks before at the mall.
It was Otto, the man who'd been so kind to her and her mentally disabled patient Mary.
Millie's heart skipped a beat as she stood silently behind him waiting for him to get checked in.
"I've got a nice handicap room on the first floor near the ice machine." The clerk looked up, and winked at Millie who grinned and gave him the high-five sign.
Addressing the clerk she said, "Excuse me for interrupting, but could you tell me where the dinning room is and if it's open for dinner yet?"
Otto turned and looked directly at her. A slow look of recognition came across his face. Licking his lips he said, "Yes, I was wondering about that myself."
Giving her a smile that would rival the movie stars of old, he said, "Pardon me, but haven't we met before?"
Taking a business card out of her pocket, she handed it to him. He laughed and said, "Oh no, how could I have possibly forgotten you! You crossed my mind so many times since we met, Mary too. How have you been, and what are you doing here?"
She laughed and said, "I wondered if you'd recognize me Otto . . . just passing through and ended up here to get out out of the storm, would you believe!"
"No! This is wild! But look Millie, I need to put my things in my room. Could I persuade you to secure a nice table and allow me to buy you dinner? You can explain it all to me then. Besides, I hate to eat alone. I would love your company."
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CARLY
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It had been a long day for me between work and later traveling southeast from Kansas City towards Puducah, Kentucky.
Seeing the dark skies I'd turned on the weather report and heard that funnel clouds had been spotted in Kentucky. I was hoping the hotel where I was supposed to meet Otto was not far away.
Scared to death of rain on black-top roads and the threat of springtime tornados, I found the correct exit and shortly thereafter the hotel where we had agreed to meet.
It had only been a few month since I first heard from Otto in a San Diego Hospital. He was in a car wreck. He and his grand-daughter had both ended up in the hospital.
Last I heard before a few days ago, he was thinking of having a first date with Millie. He'd met her in mall where he walked with his physical therapist.
When he called yesterday we talked about old times. Before we hung up, he had talked me into meeting him in Paducah for a reunion of sorts, me and his son Kyle.
I would have agreed if it had only been Otto, but knowing Kyle would be coming sweetened the deal.
We'd always had the hots for each other--ever since I was sort of the love of his father's life.
Despite drastic age differences, Otto had wanted to marry me.
I needed his money and tried to call it love, you know LOVE. The kind that makes you want to have sex as well as share your life.
I tried to tell myself money wasn't the reason, but the truth was it did influence me.
I was behind on property taxes and run out of time.
It was pay them or lose everything I had worked so hard for over the past ten years.
I justified it by saying to myself, that I'd sign over part of my real estate to him--to guarantee the loan.
Yet, part of me still worried I was using him as the proverbial "Sugar Daddy".
That wasn't me, damn it . . . I had always paid my way and then some. Worked for everything I got. No free lunches . . . took pride in that. Bottom line, it ate at me.
As it turned out I backed out, sold a piece of property, and paid him back with interest before breaking our engagement.
His only answer at that time was, "You PROMISED to marry me."
I carried that ton of guilt for a long time and asked myself, "Did I have the right to change my mind?"
I got over it eventually.
Today I chuckle at myself and him.
Yes, I had indeed, pleasured a genuine Sugar Daddy.
It was a naughty thing for me to do at the time, but now looking back, it was well worth a few fucks between us.
But that was long ago, and Kyle and I--although we had the opportunity at Otto's cottage--didn't end up doing anything we ever had to be ashamed of or admit to his dad.
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Little did I know, Otto was already at our destination hotel--that he'd run into Millie--the nurse he'd met in the San Diago Mall.
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Once I was checked in I went straight to the dinning room and found Otto.
It didn't surprise me that he'd already hooked up with a beautiful woman. Not as young as he normally hustled, but hot just the same. Some things don't change. I was happy to see my dear old friend had not. My heart ached as I looked at him. Still as handsome and sexy as ever.
Suddenly he looked my way. I waved and walked over to him. My heart over flowed. Excited to see me, he gave me a big hug and kiss.
We stumbled over each others words. So much to say we couldn't get it out fast enough. I decided to give up, leave it for another day, go back to my room and leave the potential love birds alone.
I asked Otto when his son Kyle was due to arrive, "Around eight when I talked to him earlier, why?"
"Because that work's perfect for me . . . I need to get up to my room and take care of some last minute stuff. I'll meet Kyle for dinner when he arrives. It looks like you two are doing a good job of keeping each other company."
Otto quickly apologized for not inviting me to stay and have dinner with them. "Oh, how remiss of me! Please stay and join us Carly . . . ."
With a reassuring hug, I said, "You and I will have the rest of the week to catch up on old times, don't worry about me. Besides you'd get me all wore out for Kyle. I want to hear his version of what you've been up to before you give me yours."
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As excited as I was to spend some time with my old friend Otto, I was undeniably turned on by the prospect of spending time with his drop-dead gorgeous son.
No sooner had I closed the elevator door and pushed "Up" and it opened again.
There stood Kyle.
My hands grasped his lapels and I looked up into his face,
half serious, half joking, "Were you going somewhere Big Boy?"
"Yeah Baby Girl, to the room adjoining yours."
"To do what?"
"Have sex. All night long."
Kyle grabbed and smothered me with kisses, and soon was working his hands beneath my skirt and rubbing my
pussy through my panties. It came alive, but the rest of my body grew weak and my knees buckled.
Reaching for the elevators railing, he soon renewed his grip and kept us both from falling while at the same time, sticking his tongue down my plunging neckline and licking my hard erect nipples.
Pausing and looking up at me with his sultry eyes
he said breathlessly, "You're wet."
"You're hard," I said feeling the big bulge in his pants.
Resting his forehead against mine he groaned, "Let's do something about it."
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To Be Continued: For Old Times Sake (Part 3.)
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