You know how it happens. You end up in a hotel in the middle of some place you don’t know, miles away from the nearest town. Not knowing anybody, you feel like a wally sitting alone at a table in the hotel restaurant while everyone around you dines in company. What do you mean that’s just me? How rude! The restaurant reeked old fashioned upper class extravagance and so it should because this hotel was once a former stately home in the old Windsor area and now a Grade 1 listed building. Suddenly in walked this stunningly dressed woman and all male eyes turned towards her. But wait, I am getting ahead of myself.

Set within the large grounds of a former estate, the house was large, possibly Georgian (but I’m no expert) and flamboyant. My room was on the first floor in the east wing. I’ve stayed in many hotels belonging to well known chains where the rooms are modern and functional and look virtually the same wherever you were. This room however was spacious with original antique fittings and a feeling of old fashioned comfort. It should, it was burning a big enough hole in my wallet.

I was just settling in, relaxing on the soft quilt covered bed to recover from the nightmare of the road to hell (the M25) when my peace was rudely interrupted. BAM! BAM! THUMP! THUD! Loud banging noises were coming from the room next door. I’d hoped it would stop but it carried on. With a sigh of resignation, I got up and opened the door of my room. I had just stepped into the corridor, when the door to the next room opened and a woman stepped out. She was dressed in a smart black jacket, white blouse with blue cravat, a smart black skirt, sheer black nylons and shiny black heeled shoes. A small silver badge on her lapel marked her out as an employee of the hotel. She was shorter than me by at least 5 inches which would make her around 5 feet 4 and her body was very slim. For a moment she seemed startled to see me and closed the door rather quickly then turned to face me. The immediate impression was of a strangely attractive mature woman with a thin stern face and a sexy pout.

The pout widened into a forced smile which emphasised a wide mouth, strikingly high cheek bones with a sharp lower edge and a hard chin. “Is everything to your satisfaction Mister Priest?” she asked in a gloriously resonant voice like cut glass which spoke of a privileged education. I was impressed that she had taken the time to learn my name. These are the little touches that mark out good customer service. Her cool glacial demeanour with a touch of sultriness took the edge from my annoyance. “Yes fine” I replied without even thinking. “Oh, except there was a lot of banging coming from the next room” I nodded towards the door that she had just came out of. For a moment she didn’t reply but stared at me through small elegantly slender eyes with tantalising green irises. Thick mascara and a touch of eyeliner made her eyes smoulder beneath slim arched eyebrows. These looked out atop a long slender slightly beaklike nose with sharply flared nostrils. Fine lines and wrinkles suggested that she was older than first appeared. However her thick long mane of brown hair showed no signs of grey as it tumbled from a parting high above a generous forehead down behind her ears and below her shoulders. Her skin had a natural tan that suggested holidays in exotic sunny locations. Overall she was an attractive yet hard looking woman with a cold sensual appeal.

Finally she spoke, her voice deep and vibrant. “It was just the air conditioning. I’ve fixed it now. I’m sorry if I disturbed you, Mister Priest”. “No, not at all” I replied trying to read her name badge which was on the left breast pocket of her jacket without making it look like I was staring at her breasts, but it was obscured by the position of her sleeve. She smiled with a strange tightness then turned on her heels and wandered off, leaving me admiring a very shapely pair of slender yet nicely toned calves beneath the sheen of sheer black nylons.

I spent several hours trying to speak with various members of the hotel staff but no-one was prepared to help with my investigation. They would look around nervously as if they were frightened that someone would walk around the corner. I couldn’t be bothered to drive around and find somewhere reasonably priced to eat, so that evening I ended up in the hotel restaurant. Fortunately the prices were fairly reasonable.

So I was sitting on my own at a table in the corner of the dimly lit restaurant waiting for my order to arrive when in walked the woman I saw earlier. The eye of every heterosexual man present immediately swung towards her. When I had met her in the corridor, she was a smartly dressed business woman but now she was a vampish sexual predator that stirred the groin. A shiny black leather skirt clung tightly to the contours of her upper legs as she walked with a sinuous slink towards the bar. Although not particularly tall, her slenderness made her slim legs look very long. The skirt fell to just above the knees revealing long shapely calves sensually clad in sheer black nylon. The way her slim hips swayed as she moved was breathtaking as the black silky blouse that she wore with a plunging neckline. At first glance I noticed that the sleeves were sheer giving a black sheen to the slim firm looking arms beneath but as my eyes wandered to her moving chest I realised that the whole blouse was the same apart from the lapels and the edges down the front where the buttons were. Not only could make out her breasts beneath the sheen but it was also perfectly clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Aware that I was staring, I tried to look away. Out of the corner of my eye I caught her sitting herself upon a high stool at the bar and cross her legs. The hem of her leather skirt slid up along a seriously long slender thigh. Draped over the knee was a long shin with a slightly flared calve. My eyes kept returning to the lanky display of sheer black nylon no matter how times I tried to force myself to look away. The barman gave her a drink and she sat there sipping it looking incredibly sultry with a knowing smile that every man was trying their hardest not to look at her and failing. Earlier the makeup that she wore had been light and professional but now was more pronounced making her hard features even more smouldering.

If it hadn’t been for the fine lines that I had noticed earlier and liver spots on her hands, I would have mistaken her for about 40. However she much older yet she was sex personified, unbelievably slinky and with a stern smouldering sexuality that seemed predatory. She seemed like one of those cougars I’ve heard about on TV. Dressed like that, she could pull any young man as her toy boy if she wanted. I couldn’t stop stealing glances at her and then our eyes made contact. Embarrassed at being caught in the act, I tried to look away but she slid from her stool and slinked towards me. “May I join you, Mister Priest?” she asked in a deep resonant voice that stirred my loins. I nodded my head, stunned that this seriously seductive mature woman wanted anything to do with me.

As she sat in the chair adjacent to me, I didn’t know where to put my eyes. The black blouse concealed nothing; her breasts were full and rounded; quite large in comparison with her slim body and I could clearly see her nipples which were erect. “Please call me Jim” I finally managed to make something coherent come out of my mouth. “Not while you are a guest in my hotel but you can call me Kate” her wide smile made me uneasy. “Kate Eisenberg?” I asked mentally smacking myself for not suspecting. Through Aberdeen Agnus [JIMP#50], I had learnt that this was one of two women who were looking for me.

The smile got wider, like a predator that has found its prey. “Of course, Mister Priest, I’ve been looking for you for some time now but I never expected you to just walk into my hotel” like everything else about her; her voice was mature, deep and sensual. Every word was like pouring honey and I found myself entranced. However it was no coincidence. Passing the contact number that Agnus had been given to Gerald, a former IT colleague; he traced it to Miss. Eisenburg. Further digging on my part tracked her down as the Manager of this hotel. “And why were you looking for me?” I asked, breaking myself out of the spell realising that she had stopped talking. “Not here, Mister Priest. Later when we can have some privacy” she purred then took a sip from her drink.

Kate snapped her fingers without taking her sultry eyes off me and a waiter immediately appeared to take her order. As we waited for our food to appear, I began to realise why she had sat adjacent rather than opposite. Swish swish, the sound of nylon rasping upon nylon caused me to look down. Gulp! The underside of her leather skirt on the side closest to me had risen right up giving me a blast of stocking top and bare upper leg. For a mature woman, her legs were free from any unsightly blemishes or cellulite. Her smile got wider like the cat that had got the cream. “I’ve got pretty good legs for a woman of 73” she told me to my astonishment. Although the lines on her face suggested it, what I could see of her body would have looked amazing on a woman a third her age. I told her so and she seemed pleased. “I’ve kept my body in very good shape, Mister Priest and I’m proud of it” she told me.

She paused while the waiter delivered our meal then resumed when he had gone. “All of my young lovers are very complimentary, although none can keep up with me in the bedroom” she added with a saucy wink. I tried not to think of trying to keep up with her in bedroom but it was no use. Despite her face showing her age, her slim body was devastatingly appealing clad in that sheer blouse and leather skirt. Rounded firm breasts pushed out her figure at the chest like small hills before sloping to a very narrow waist. Hills with big erect nipples covered in a black gauze that called to my groin. “I assure you they are real” she said noticing my gaze. “As is everything else about me” she added. “I’ve no need for cosmetic surgery”. She continued to talk about herself and her good looks while we ate. It seemed to be her favourite subject and she had good reason, her body looked amazing and from a distance her age was less noticeable. “Men are always surprised that I’m in such good shape. I’m 73 and still a perfect size 8”. I don’t know much about women’s clothes but that sounded smaller than my teenage daughter Jackie. “Most women my age are grandmothers. I’m lucky to have supple skin, no stretch marks, a flat stomach and big firm boobs” she told me. “I work at keeping it that way”.

Swish swish the sound drew my attention again. She had stretched out a long stocking clad leg and draped the lanky shapely calve over my knee. Oh boy, this mature sexpot was coming onto me! Although close-up one could see the fine lines and wrinkles on her face, she was unbelievably slinky and seductive. Her voice became low and breathy, dripping sheer sexual magnetism. “I have a suite here at the hotel. Why don’t we finish our meal then go back for afters” the way she said that with a saucy twitch of the corners of her mouth and a subtle flick of the tongue had my dick rigid. Kate lent closer, her heady perfume filling my nostrils, every wrinkle and line glaringly obvious. Her big unfettered breasts dangled provocatively in the V of her sheer blouse. “You can look, Mister Priest” she whispered with a lusty smile. “They just seem to keep getting bigger as get older” she added with a breathy chuckle. Despite her age, this slender woman was a devastating seduction agent. My dick got a lot harder. She sat back and we finished our meal filling our conversation with meaningless chit-chat but all the while, her smouldering gaze and wide smile kept me entranced. I was hooked and couldn’t tear myself away.

Our meal completed, Kate led me back to her suite at the rear of the hotel. Maybe she had naughty designs of me but I also intended to find out why The Sisterhood sent her to look for me when some of the public organisations which they controlled had been helping me. The suite was large, consisting of a main central living space with smaller rooms off to the sides. Arranged on an antique display cabinet were various ancient Indian artefacts that caught my curiosity. “I was born and raised in India” she told me walking with me to the cabinet. “My father originally worked in the German embassy then defected to the British during the War” she told me, trailing a finger along one of the shelves with a red painted fingernail. Picking up a black ebony figurine of a goddess with two legs and 18 arms, she held it with reverence. “Kali” she told me. “The Hindu goddess associated with empowerment and death. The consort of Shiva” she told me. “It looks a bit like Anahita” I remarked. She smiled “Then that just shows your ignorance”. Carefully replacing the object she explained “Kali is the time manifestation of other Hindu goddesses like Durga who you call Anahita, Bhadrakali, Sati, Rudrani, Parvati and Chamunda. She is the foremost among the Dasa Mahavidyas, the ten fierce Tantric goddesses”. I didn’t understand any of it. Her green eyes seemed to be trying to burn into my sole as her wide full lipped mouth moved. “So you see Mister Priest. Women were the superior fighting sex even in those days”.

The hard looking yet seductive woman raised a foot upon a chair seat. “It’s alright Mister Priest, you can look” she said with a teasing smile as I tried not to stare at the thick black stocking top and bare flesh at the top of her slender thigh of her raised leg. She removed a shoe then repeated the exercise with her other leg. It was all done slowly and deliberately provocative. The sexy leg show with all that lingerie on show really got my pecker up. She slinked up to me, standing close and ran her finger up the front of my chest. “The Sisterhood are very annoyed about you sticking your nose into their business” she purred, her voice deep and sensual as she looked up into my eyes. “Yet some of them help me. So what do you really want?” I asked. BAM! Suddenly I had been slammed up against the wall. The next thing I knew was the mature woman pressing her buxom front against me as she slid a knee between my legs and began to rub it back and forth. Swish swish, sheer nylon rasped against the crotch of my trousers. Oh God this woman really knew how to get a man going. “It’s you I want Mister Priest” she purred then kissed me fully on the lips, her tongue slipping into my mouth. The sultry seductive old woman had me absolutely rock hard with desire and I closed my arms around her slender body and pulled her close while we kissed passionately.

“Hai!” my body jerked suddenly as the side of her hand chopped my neck. My nerve ends tingled like I’d just received an electric shock. “Argh!” A quick twist of my arm had me bending towards the floor as she pressed down on my elbow while bending my hand back at the wrist. “My my Mister Priest you’re as horny as they say you are” her resonant voice sounded amused. She released me then stood watching me with a bemused expression, her eyebrows arcing high above her green eyed stare. “You should know better by now not to underestimate the power of a woman” she told me.