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My husband passed away suddenly. I was fifty-three and a widow. I’d married at nineteen. I didn’t know how to be anything but married.
It took me some time to adjust to being single again.
Learning to be alone was the biggest challenge. I was financially secure, but lonely. I had convinced myself I was beyond my prime.
I was curvy, five-foot-seven. My hair was slowly turning silver where dark brown had once been. My brown eyes still sparkled when I laughed, according to my friends. Those same friends called themselves “Cougars” and had started wearing T-shirts with “Sexy Cougar” written in glitter.
That wasn’t my style. I was more jeans and t-shirts certainly not a “cougar”.
I had taken a few singles cruises. But nothing ever developed. Most of the men wanted sex and a fling. No thank you.
My son had a Harley and convinced me to get one too. He told me I needed to live a little!
I pushed the idea around for a while before deciding to go to a dealership.
The manager of the shop helped me a great deal. Gave me private lessons for a few months before he decided I was ready for the road test. I passed on my first try!
By June I had booked my first long-distance ride to Traverse City. About a four-hour drive from where I was currently living in Auburn Hills Michigan.
I was excited to see “Up North” again.
Grand Traverse Resort was beautiful with its long sweeping driveway, deep green pine trees, weeping willows, and the magnificent Grand Traverse Bay behind it.
I pulled up to the resort entrance as a man working the valet parking jogged out to me. I could tell he was excited to park the bike.
“Hello Miss,” he said, clearly trying to flatter me.
I smiled and asked if there was special motorcycle parking.
“Oh yes, Miss, I’d be happy to park it for you."
“Sounds great,” I said
I was unloading the saddlebags when he mentioned that a worldwide beverage distributor was hosting a cocktail party that had just started. All guests were welcome.
He told me he would have my bag sent up to my room so I could enjoy the event.
What the hell I thought.
“Yes please do that,” I said to him, handing him a $50 bill as he handed me my valet ticket.
The lounge was already filled with people for this event. Women in sundresses, businessmen casual. Then there’s me -- carrying a helmet and wearing a black leather jacket and black riding chaps. I knew I stood out and not in a good way.
I weaved myself through the crowd to a small table in the back. I was just people watching, my eyes floating around the room when they landed on the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen.
His piercing blue eyes captured mine immediately. I felt like he was penetrating my soul. When he broke contact, I thought “Holy fuck!” My pulse was racing so much that my smartwatch beeped an alert. With shaking hands, I reached into my purse and took out my inhaler. Two quick puffs helped me calm down.
A waitress came over and brought me a glass of white wine.
“I didn’t order anything.“
She winked at me. “See that gentleman wearing the black cowboy hat over there?”
I looked to where she was pointing. His eyes held me in their grasp again.
“Yes,” I said.
“He would like to join you for a drink.”
“Please tell him yes and that I’ll be right back.”
I casually walked to the lady's room.
What I saw in the mirror was a nightmare. My hair was a mess, no makeup, and still in my riding leathers. I took a deep breath and fixed myself as much as I could do with the limited resources I had with me.
He was sitting at the table with two glasses of white wine in front of him when I returned. He stood as I approached and extended his hand to me.
“Good afternoon, I hope I’m not imposing on you.”
“My name is Lancaster Hutchinson,” he said. “Please call me, Lance.”
I smiled. All the while trying to read his body language. I could tell he was doing the same to me. But, there was something different in the way he was looking at me. I couldn’t put my finger on it but it was just a little bit unsettling.
To my eyes, he had this light shining around him, like a shimmer of air being disturbed. And a voice both soothing and strangely terrifying, something wild hidden just under the surface.
I shook his hand and felt this pulse of energy run through my body. He’s wearing “Versace Man Eau Fraiche” I recognize the scent immediately. Classic and clean so sexy.
I could swear his eyes glowed slightly; he waited for me to introduce myself.
“I’m Wendy Sue. “Please just call me, Wendy.
He smiled and motioned for me to sit. I took a sip of the wine; it was delicious. He watched me swallow, eyes so intense. I felt a little shy under his stare. But soon the wine started to work its magic and I was beginning to relax.
We both had a glass of white wine.
He hardly drank any of his I noticed immediately. I’m not much of a drinker either. The wine was giving me a boldness I’d usually not show so early after meeting someone. I started asking him questions.
“Thanks for the glass of wine, are you here on vacation? Or do you always stalk a woman, sitting alone in a lounge wearing motorcycle leathers?" I said teasingly.
He covered his amusement by coughing into a napkin.
He pointed to the large poster near the entrance of the lounge that read “Blazing Saddle Beverage Corporation” in big and bold lettering.
I hadn’t noticed the poster when I walked in. Then my eyes took in the rest of the poster. It was him, front and center. He was wearing a designer black suit, white dress shirt, black cowboy boots, and black cowboy hat. His blue eyes magnificent, penetrating.
“Oh, so this is your party?”
He winked. I smiled. I could tell I was blushing.
“No shit,” I said.
His booming laughter filled the room.
“Ya, no shit, Darlin,” he said as the twang in him slipped past his business-speak.
A man dressed similar to Lance walked up to the table.
“Excuse me, sir, but the zoom presentation will begin in twenty minutes.”
“Wendy, I regrettably have to go but please stay and finish your wine.”
“No, I’m ready to go to my room. I’ll follow you out.”
He reached into his pocket and removed a $100 bill from his money clip and handed it to the waitress as we walked out of the party.
He looked at me with such an unreadable expression. Then he took my hand and kissed it. “Wendy, thank you for joining me for a cocktail. I will see you again soon.” His tone left no room for discussion.
I just stood there in the lobby. Dumbstruck. Dazed. Then I pulled myself together enough to say “Yes. Your welcome. Goodbye.”
I turned and walked away. His cologne still swirled around me. I could feel his gaze on my back. The hair on my arms stood up.
As I walked to the elevator, my mind was whirling around the encounter with Lance. I hadn’t even been to my room yet and this vacation was turning out to be rather exhilarating.
My room was on the third floor overlooking the lake, a spectacular suite. It was around 8 pm and I was beginning to feel the wine, the long motorcycle ride, and my age. I needed a hot shower and something to eat.
I had to get out of these hot riding leathers and boots. I kicked off the boots. Pulled my socks off. Then the riding vest. My black T-shirt was nearly stuck to my body. I had to wrestle it over my head. The black leather riding chaps came off next. My jeans felt like a second skin. Nearly impossible to peel off. I was standing there in my pink sports bra and panties enjoying the cool breeze off the lake.
The sports bra came off quickly. My breast large, full with just a shimmer of sparkle from my left nipple ring.
My panties joined my bra on the floor as I gazed out the large balcony window.
At that exact moment, Lance had escaped the meeting room for a much need cigarette. He sniffed the air. His eyes caught fire and turned molten gray. His head turned to the left. He hadn’t any trouble picking me out against the darkness. To his eyes, I was glowing. My scent nearly driving him insane. His cock pulsating in his pants. He took a drag of his cigarette.
“Soon, my lady, we will mate. Finally, I have found you,” he said into the darkness of the night as the moon rose behind him.
After getting naked I ordered room service and took a cool relaxing shower. Room service would be served in thirty minutes. I ordered a club sandwich and a house salad with ranch, a cookie for dessert. I was scrolling through TikTok when it arrived. As I ate my dinner I kept going over what had just happened to me in only a few hours on my vacation.
There was something special about Mr. Lance Hutchison. I’d never seen a man with eyes so alive. Strikingly good looks, and charm.
I couldn’t fathom his interest in me.
I finished my dinner. Took my cookie to bed and watched TV until I fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning in a great mood. I took a long refreshing shower, had coffee, and started thinking about Lance again. I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Whatever it was; I felt something between us.
I was feeling better and more alive than I had in years. The sun was shining and the beach was calling my name.
I was walking through the hotel towards the beach entrance. I had to pass by the meeting room on the way through the lobby. I could hear Lance’s voice laughing at something.
As I got closer, I could see that he and his men had stepped outside for a cigarette break.
Our eyes locked again. I nearly jumped from the pulse of electricity that sizzled through my body. I tingled all over. It felt like I had touched a live wire.
He opened the door for me. “Good afternoon, Wendy, nice to see you again.”
I smiled and said “Good afternoon, Lance nice to see you too.”
I continued down the pathway to the beach area. His gaze followed me.
It was a perfect Michigan beach kinda day. A light breeze came off the water as the waves crashed on the shoreline. I settled into my beach chair, grabbed my erotic fantasy novel about a shape-shifting wolf and a magician.
The day went by so quickly. At some point, I dozed off. I woke up feeling his hand on my shoulder, his voice in my ear, and his cologne teasing me. I opened my eyes and the world started spinning. I tried to sit up but I felt drunk.
“Let me help you, Wendy,” he said.
“No, no, I’m fine!” I said, sounding hoarse, my throat bone dry. I sat up and my bathing suit top slipped off, exposing myself to him. His pulse quickened instantly. I couldn’t look at him. I was so embarrassed. He looked away as I fixed my top.
I stood and swayed. He held me close as he filled my bag with my belongings.
“Wendy you need to be more careful.”
I said, “Careful of what? I can handle a beach, I’m pretty sure!”
He snapped back, “Then why is your smartwatch going crazy?” I looked down, sure enough, my watch had alerted me again.
Stubbornly, I shot back at him, “I didn’t ask for a cowboy to ride upon a horse to rescue me.”
He laughed. “Well lucky for you I’m here anyway!”
That caught me off guard. My tone softened. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to this much attention." He winked at me but didn’t respond.
“Lance, why are you here, you must be busy with your meetings, I’m fine now, please don’t worry about me.”
“Don’t worry about you?” he said it with such emotion I just stared at him. “I took a smoke break and I saw you out here all alone and passed out,” he said. “I was worried.”
I rolled my eyes. That was a trigger and a huge mistake. He put no light between our bodies and whispered in my ear.
“Darling, be warned." His voice deep, soft and terrifying at the same time.
He tilted my chin up to look into his eyes. My knees went week. I saw my reflection in his gaze. His accent thick. His eyes looked dark, menacing. “I don’t take to eye rollin’. When I say I was worried, that’s what I meant.”
I could only stare into his eyes. They went from ice blue to black pools of an abyss in a heartbeat. Without a word he turned, took my hand, and led me back towards the resort.
As we made our way along the beach, we stood out. He in jeans, boots, a white dress shirt, and a cowboy hat. And me pathetically being dragged alongside him. We encountered a few younger men drinking and playing frisbee. One decided today was the day to play with fire.
“Hey lady, can I get some of that cougar-ass when you’re done with him?”
I looked up at Lance. His features shimmered in the air. It happened so quickly you would miss it if you weren’t watching.
Still holding my hand he walked up to the young man and smiled. His eyes black, his voice deep the accent was back. He took his hat off and handed it to me. His silver-gray hair sparked under the sunlight. He never stopped smiling. Or was it snarling? It was frightening either way.
He locked the man into a stare. “I’m going to say this one time, neighbor and you better listen. I’m giving you thirty seconds to leave my sight or I will be the last thing you see before God.”
The man laughed. The alcohol clouding his judgment and that was going to prove to be an a-huge mistake. He started to square up, he had youth on his side. Probably a good ten years younger than Lance. He wasn’t going to back down; he wanted to fight.
I felt time stand still. I couldn’t hear the waves on the shore, or the seagulls screaming above me. And then I thought, 'Here it comes. This guy is going to meet God today.' I closed my eyes waiting. I didn’t want to see bloodshed on my vacation.
As if by some silent call, two of Lance’s men walked up, grabbed the man, and escorted him away. Carried him. Down the beach into the resort. It was over.
Lance took his hat back. Took a deep breath. Looked at me. Felt me trembling. He hugged me and told me I was beautiful.
Like that was no big deal! My mouth dropped open.
“My men will handle it now. Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Me...okay? What the fuck is going on?” This doesn’t happen to me. None of this. “I’m not feeling so good," I said shakily.
“Wendy, I’ll answer all your questions, but let’s get you back to your room first.”
We continued our walk into the lobby to the elevators.
“What floor, Wendy?”
“Third floor, 303.”
At the door of my room, we stood looking at each other. He waited for me to process whatever emotions I was feeling. I was starting to feel a little bit better.
Finally, I said “Would you like to come in? We could order room service unless you have plans?”
“Wendy, this is where I’m spending my evening.” I melted.
We walked in and I took a beer from the mini-fridge for him and a bottle of water for me.
“Make yourself comfortable and pick out something for dinner. I’ll go shower.”
"What the Fuck is going on in this resort? Am I stuck in some Twilight movie or have I been reading too many erotic-fantasy novels?" I said to myself out loud in the bathroom.
I shook my head in bewilderment and resigned myself to let the chips fall where they may. Stop worrying so much. Allowing myself to acknowledge the past with love giving myself the chance to find happiness and maybe a future with a man with piercing gray eyes.
That realization gave me both peace and excitement. I pulled the swimsuit off and tossed it into the sink. The shower stung but also soothed my sunburn. In my mind, I pictured the scent of my soap drifting out of the bathroom, Lance inhaling it. His cock getting thicker, making him squirm.
My hand drifted down my soapy body. My pussy was aching. My finger slid across my enlarged clit and I rubbed it hard. I needed a quick release of sexual energy. I bit my lip, harder...I rubbed as the energy built to climax. My body tensed before the welcome release.
I held onto the shower door for a few minutes before I dried myself off and dressed in pink silk shorts and a pink light tank top.
He was sitting on the couch. His head back, eyes closed. I whispered next to his ear, “I’m back.”
Before I could react he had me on his lap. His cock poking against my ass. His lips covered mine completely. His tongue invaded my mouth, exploring, searching, caressing every inch.
All air was pulled out of me. With reluctance, he broke the kiss. My body pressed against him.
“Your perfume, what’s it called?”
“Your Desire.”
“I’m buying the company tomorrow.” I smiled.
“I’m serious,” he said. I learned already to believe what he says.
My mouth was dry after the kiss. I tried wiggling off his lap. “I need water, handsome,” I said.
“No baby, stay here.” But he relented and let me go.
I pulled myself together and headed to the mini-fridge for a bottle of water and a beer.
I snuck a peek at him. His cock was so thick his jeans showing his bulge. It looked like it was going to burst his pants any second. I couldn't help but grin. I returned with the drinks and set them on the table as I sat across from him on the chair. His eyes darkened.
“Oh fuck.” Now I did it. His eyes narrowed but he controls himself.
We let ourselves relax into a conversation into the early morning hours. We talked about my past, my son. He told me about his childhood and the farm he still owned in Dodge City, Kansas. The time flew by.
Then around 3 am, his smartwatch lit up like crazy.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “I have a fucking Zoom meeting with Japan in twenty minutes. I hate technology!”
As we walked to the door, I can see the need in his eyes. He doesn’t want to leave. He was struggling inside himself.
"Fuck it! this is why I travel with my CFO.” He quickly typed in a few messages on his smartwatch.
“I guess someone else is taking the zoom meeting?” I asked.
“Privilege of ownership,” he said.
He took my head in both hands and looked at me, his eyes changing again. But this time they went from ice blue to liquid silver.
“Wendy, tell me now if you want me to stop; once I start, a pack of wolves couldn’t pull me away from you.”
“I’m not asking you to stop, Lance.”
He pulled me closer. I was nuzzling on his neck. My body was responding to him. He led me to the bedroom. He started taking off his jeans. “Let me do it for you," I said. I unzipped his jeans while he stood there. My hands reached up to slide his jeans and underwear off at the same time. My fingers gliding down his firm butt.
“Lay down, sexy.” I positioned myself over his cock. My tongue licking around the hood and under the rim. Sucking, feeling him growing thicker in my mouth. Then my tongue glided down the shaft. Huge veins expanding full of blood.
Each breath I took, I was exploring him deeper. My hand cupping his heavy balls. His cock quickly became drenched from my actions. The smell of his shaft was a mixture of warm honey with the essence of sunflower. Intoxicating. He tasted so good. Wild.
I wanted to feel his whole length down my throat. I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth.
He was watching me. His eyes molten silver, breathing ragged, knuckles gripping the sheets hard. I smiled at him.
My dark eyes flashed brightly. My diamond nipple piercing tantalizing him. He moaned.
Without warning, I swallowed. I took him to the base of his manhood. My head bobbing up and down. My mouth drenching it completely.
I could taste the precum on my tongue.
He was close. He stopped me. So quickly. He rolled and was now on top looking down at me. “Mine now,” he said. He cupped my vagina in his hand. The soft hair around the opening was teasing him. He watched me as he slowly traced two fingers along the inside of my opening, gently pushing, deep, then deeper.
I moaned. “Yes”
My slickness filled him with scorching desire. I was ready for him. He wanted to please me first but the beast inside him screamed for release he growled in frustration.
Then with one fluid motion, his cock was buried to the balls inside me. His kiss scorching hot, he was surrounding me with his presence. Captivating me to my soul, claiming me as his.
His hands-on my breast felt both tender and possessive. He drove into me harder and harder. He would pull nearly out then send his shaft deep into my wet, contracting pussy. “Cum with me, baby," he said urgently.
My organism was building deep inside the crevices of my womanhood. The pressure needing to release. I was close.
His presence filled the room, my vision, my heart. Our bodies joined together. He came like a river filling me to overflowing. My inner muscles contracted hard around him as I came right after him. Soaking us both.
Breathing raggedly...hesitantly...he slowly pulled his dripping cock out of me.
He rolled towards me, holding me tight in his arms. His face became very serious. His whole demeanor changed. He was trembling, his beautiful blue eyes darken as they filled with tears.
“Lance, what’s wrong, you’re scaring me.” He kissed me gently. He took a deep breath.
“My darling, I love you, but I haven’t been totally honest with you. I should have told you before I let things get out of hand, before we mated, before I claimed you as mine but I was a coward. I couldn’t let you go, I was selfish. I’m so ashamed.”
I was confused. He sounded broken. “Wendy, please, listen to me you have to know the truth. I smelled your scent before I even saw you. My whole life I have been searching for you. Waiting. Then you drove up on your Harley. I nearly ran out the front door of the resort. But, I didn’t want to frighten you. Now we’ve mated. And my kind only mates to one person and it’s for life. I claimed you for the rest of our lives.”
I was shaking, trying to comprehend what was being said to me. “Mates for life? Claimed me? I’m sorry, baby, I don’t understand," I softly whispered.
With a huge sigh, he got off the bed and stood before me. He stood still, completely naked. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes, and he began to transform.
The air around him shimmered and his body changed until a huge gray wolf with eyes a vivid shade of blue.
A wolf was standing where Lance had just stood.
It was more than I could handle.
Blackness overtook me. I passed out.
The next thing I remember, Lance was holding my inhaler to my mouth.
“Love, please wake up. Please.” He was in tears, sobbing.
I took his face in my hands. Kissing his tears away. Pulling him into my arms and holding him tightly against my breasts.
His eyes searched mine, ice blue to brown, looking for my answer. I kissed him. I kissed him until I felt his body relax.
Then, he said, “Thank you for accepting me, my darling, my love.”
His eyes glowed ice blue as he made love to me again.
The End
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