THE OLDER THE BETTER(2)

“I want to fuck you my way.” “Okay.” She uttered these words with no fear and the smile on his face made her curious of the next step. He went on to turn the door knob to his bedroom and stepped aside for her to walk through the door. The room looked and felt cozy, minus a bed, but it had several pillows aligned on the floor around a very soft carpet that tickled her feet as he walked on to sit on one of the cushions. “Can I get you anything?” he asked as he walked over to a mini bar at the far end of the room. She somehow had the feeling that her opinion would not matter and simply let him do his thing. He walked back to her with a tray balancing two cocktails on it. She went on to sip from it and immediately loved it before leaning back on the cushions. “I trust you will keep our encounter discreet.” “I am not a kid anymore, I want this as much as you do,” she answered before placing the drink back on the tray and went on to unbutton her blouse. He watched as she did this and took a