I am a lady in her early fifties, married for 25 years. I have no sex life to speak of except my husband who is rarely interested. I work as a waitress in the restaurant of a modern hotel that caters mainly to business men and seminars. My work gives me the motivation to take care of my appearance. I have become immune to the crude approaches of customers who invite me to their room for a drink. Do they really think I would drop my knickers for a man I do not know ? It was a quiet evening, there were few rooms booked. Around 9pm a man on his own came in, asking for a table for one. He was probably the most handsome man I had ever seen, mid fifties, a full head of silver-grey hair , tall and slim , wearing a crisp white shirt that showed off his tanned skin. All I could think was " if only " . I gave him a few minutes to look at the menu then went over to take his order. When I asked if he was ready to order he looked up at me, straight into my eyes, a heavenly smile on his face and twinkling green eyes. He was making me feel randy. He placed his order, including a particularly good bottle of wine. When I brought his meal to the table he looked up from the papers he was reading, looking me in the eye and saying thank you. He noticed me, he was polite to me. To so many customers the waitress does not exist. Like a teenager with a crush I watched him eat his meal, hoping that he would call me over to ask for something. Anything just to hear his voice and see those eyes. The moment came when he asked for the bill, to be put on to his room.He asked if I would mind if he took the bottle of wine to finish in his room, as if he needed my permission. As he left the restaurant he again thanked me. I was flattered by his charm and courtesy, he made me feel feminine. The kitchen was closed for orders, so I had little left to do except clean off his table. As I did so I noticed his briefcase down by the side of his chair. Normally II would leave lost property at the reception desk, but as I knew his rooom number I decided I would take it up to him. Even more so as he had left a £5 note as a tip, which almost never happens. My work finished, I turned off the lights of the restaurant and went to the staff changing room. Having changed into my civvies , and donned my raincoat, I took the service lift up to his floor. I could hear the sound of the TV in his room , so knocked firmly on his door. When he opened it I held out his briefcase explaining he had left it in the restaurant. He said thank you, asking me into the room for a minute . " I must give you something to express my thanks ". I answered saying I would not accept anything other than a small glass of his wine, as I have never tasted a really good wine. He made me remove my raincoat and sit at the table, as he went to find a clean glass. When he came back and saw me without my coat he said " you are so attractive , what a shame the uniform is so ill fitting " . I took a sip of the wine and wished I could afford such luxuries. " Delicious " was all I could think to say. " I see you are married " he said, looking at my ring finger. " your husband is a lucky man to have such a beautiful wife. " " I'm not beautiful at all " I said " and my husband treats me like a piece of the furniture " . He leaned his face down to mine and placed the softest , tenderest kiss on my lips , saying in a low voice " believe me, you are very beautiful" . Was it a chat up line, was he trying it on. I did not think so, but I did not care. I closed my eyes and waited for his lips to kiss mine again. He did, the same, then slightly differently, his two lips onto my bottom lip. The sensation was utterly sexy and sensual. I wanted more. I placed my hand flat on his chest and tried to slide between the buttons to touch his chest. I popped open a button, then a second. His hand cupped onto my breast, his lips still on mine. His thumb was brushing over my nipple, my hands pulling his shirt up out of his trousers. In a flurry of unbuttoning, unzipping and undressing , never without touching and kissing we were soon naked. I was lying on the bed my legs open to his head between my thighs. His tongue was coaxing me towards orgasm. Even as I had my climax his tongue and fingers continued to take me towards a second, more profound orgasm, then on to a third. I lay in a trance of satisfaction as he slid up my body , his erection gliding gently into my vagina. His slow strong movements were causing me sensations of pleasure that I had forgotten was possible. I was lifting my legs in order to feel him deeper in me. All I wanted was to feel and hear him cum. I knew he was ready, his thrusts became more forceful and faster, his moans of pleasure more audible. Then I realised that I too was about to cum, I knew my nails were digging into his back . I felt his hardness jerking inside me, pumping his warm semen into me, then I felt myself erupt into another orgasm. We were laying side by side, his hands caressing my body from my face to my thighs. I was satiated, content in the knowledge that I was a desirable woman to this handsome man. He rolled me onto my side, him behind me. His arms were round me , his handsfondling my breasts. I felt his erection between my thighs, touching in the wetness of my vulva, the easing its way back into my vagina. I felt his kisses on the back of my neck and on my shoulders. His hand slid down and cupped over my mound, his finger laid over my clitoris rubbing and pressing gently in rhythm with the pushes of his erection. Another climax swept across me as his warm semen filled my body. A while later I got up from the bed , leaving him asleep. I quietly dressed, switching off the light as I closed the door softly behind me. I took the service lift back down, out of the staff exit. As I drove home I could feel the wetness, his wetness, in my panties. I made up a story to explain my lateness to my husband, if he asked. He was already in bed asleep , unaware that his wife was fingering herself just to enjoy for a little longer the feeling of being a desirable woman.