The Mature Woman Who Met Me at the Hotel Hid Her Face

She was an enigma with a false name. We’d been talking for weeks through an app, first cautiously and then with absolutely no restraint. She’d sent me photos of her body, every single one except her face, as if keeping her face hidden were the only way to stay untouchable. She confessed that she desired me and that she was a real mature woman, the kind who knows what she wants. She was forty-five. My mother is forty-nine, and that coincidence kept turning over in my head as I waited for her at the hotel entrance.

I slowly let the cigarette smoke out and then I saw her. I recognized her immediately, even though I’d never seen her face. She walked as if the sidewalk belonged to her: high heels, loose rebellious hair, a presence you can’t learn. She smiled as she came closer.

—Vera? —she asked.

—Cora? —I answered before my lips brushed her cheek and hers brushed mine. One kiss. I knew that in Argentina you greet with one, not two.

We looked at each other for a few seconds, not bothering to hide that we were sizing each other up from head to toe. Then I broke the moment. I took one last long drag on my cigarette, tossed it to the ground, and crushed it under my boot.

—Shall we go in? —I said, nodding toward the hotel café where we’d agreed to meet.

Anyone who saw us together would have done some strange math. Her, a mature woman dressed for some important event. Me, a little girl who didn’t even make the cut for casual. Cora wore a black dress that highlighted every curve, a pearl necklace, and earrings that clearly cost more than I spent in a month. I was in jeans ripped to hell and back, black military-style boots, and a sweatshirt underneath which I wore only a sports bra.

We sat at a table, facing each other. I broke the ice, as people say.

—Nervous?

—Do I show it that much? —her full lips smiled. She shifted a little in her chair.

—It’s just me… —I replied, smiling back.

The waiter came to take our order. She ordered a wine whose name I didn’t catch, and I ordered a beer.

—That’s exactly the point —Cora said, lowering her gaze slightly—. I still don’t know what I’m doing here.

—I guess you’re here for the same reason I am, right?

The drinks arrived and Cora took the wineglass. Her hand was trembling.

—You look incredible —I told her, looking at the generous neckline divided in two by a gold chain—. And don’t say I do too, because that’s not true. Don’t lie.

I made her laugh, and when she laughed, she loosened up. I can only describe the look in her eyes at that moment as slow hunger: eyelids half-lowered, teeth teasing her lower lip. The conversation took off on its own. I loved her Buenos Aires accent, and she seemed to like mine. Words and alcohol brought us closer, setting the conditions for the whole thing to end upstairs, in the room she’d booked.

—Am I ruining the magic of the moment? I’m going to the bathroom… —I said, unable to hold back any longer. I leaned toward her, and the warmth of my breath mingled with the whisper in her ear, so close I could smell all of her—. Don’t you go running off…

My hand rested on the black Lycra of her thigh and I teased a kiss just as she turned her face.

—You don’t either —she replied, in a naughty tone.

When I came out of the bathroom I watched her from afar. She had her back to me. I approached without her hearing me and, instead of sitting opposite her, I took the chair at a right angle to hers.

—You didn’t run off… —my hand returned to her thigh. A firm, full thigh. Without taking my eyes off hers, I worked my way under the skirt of her dress—. Wow… stockings with a garter belt. What’s the matter with you?

—If you keep this up, anything could happen… —she whispered.

—Like what? —my boldness no longer had any brakes. I passed the lace edge of her stockings and my fingers touched her warm skin—. What would happen?

—Vera… —her lips searched for mine, but I pulled back a little. She shuddered when my fingers reached the fabric of her panties.

Lace. Softness. I moved my fingers up and down. Our mouths began to flirt within millimeters of each other, while our eyes did the rest.

—You’re driving me crazy… —she murmured.

I allowed the first kiss. It was almost just a brush, a peck, but when our lips met again, the intensity changed.

—You’re getting wet already? —I whispered as I resumed the kiss. My fingers confirmed her desire, translated into wetness—. And this is just starting… how are you going to finish?

I swallowed a moan of hers inside the kiss. My tongue sought hers, or hers sought mine, I don’t even know anymore. I noticed we were being watched from the next table.

—Any problem? —I snapped at the Nordic-looking man who was devouring us with his eyes. Really, I didn’t care if he had one. I wrapped an arm around Cora’s neck and felt her blush.

—Wait, Vera…

—What?

—I’ll pay the bill and we’ll go up —she said, gesturing to the waiter, who quickly came over with a complicit smile. It was obvious he’d seen us.

***

After paying, Cora excused herself to go to the bathroom. And when she turned around, I decided to behave badly.

I followed her. I went into the bathroom and found her in front of the mirror, fixing her hair.

—Weren’t you perfect already? —I asked from the doorway, making her jump.

—You tell me…

I moved closer and took her by the waist. My hands slid up her dress to her breasts. I heard her moan softly, her breathing already ragged. Her hair brushed my face. Then I lifted her skirt and felt her ass.

—I was wondering… whether you’d be a panties girl or a thong girl.

—Thong… God… don’t do this to me… you’re a little crazy, Vera.

My hand slipped shamelessly between her legs. I stroked her, explored her, with no mercy at all. I tore a moan from her. She turned, we kissed again, and our hands sought each other urgently.

Not even the sound of the bathroom door opening stopped us. But the bitter voice that cut off our breath did.

—Hey, go to a room, can’t you? Aren’t you ashamed?

Cora adjusted her dress. She took my hand and pulled me toward the exit. We walked in silence, desire burning under our skin.

Before going up she looked at me out of the corner of her eye, her cheeks still flushed, and murmured:

—Let’s go up already… before I change my mind. Or before I die of wanting you.

—You’re insanely bold, Vera —Cora laughed in the elevator and threw herself at me to kiss me—. You’ve got me so fucking hot, girl…

A thread of saliva kept our mouths connected for a moment when we pulled apart. Her perfume wrapped around me, her body pressed against mine gave off unbearable heat. It was pure desire, unfiltered and unashamed.

The elevator chime snapped us out of the trance. The door opened and, on the other side, a couple looked at us in surprise. We didn’t even hesitate. We walked past them without hiding the urgency devouring us. Let them look. Let them imagine whatever they wanted.

But Cora wasn’t going to be the one in control.

I gripped her wrist firmly and led her down the carpeted hallway, feeling her breathing speed up, feeling her body tense under my hand. She loved it and it scared her in equal measure.

—Come on, open it… —she murmured, but it was no longer the voice of a confident woman. She sounded like someone asking permission, like someone who knew her pleasure depended on me.

I smiled and, instead of obeying, I cornered her against the door. My hands traveled slowly, deliberately, tracing every inch of her while my lips brushed her ear.

—Who told you you had the right to rush me? —I whispered, enjoying the way she trembled against me.

I took out the key card calmly and swiped it through the reader. The green light blinked. I pushed the door open and made her go in.

—No, Cora… —I said with a crooked smile, closing the door behind us—. Here the one who decides when and how is me.

***

That was when the assault began.

I kissed her before she could say anything. Her body gave way under mine, and with every step toward the bed we shed any remaining distance. I felt her need in the way she clung to my sweatshirt, in how she tipped her neck back to receive me.

We fell onto the mattress with her underneath, exactly where I wanted her. I settled over her body and let my weight make her feel trapped. She had no way out, and she wasn’t looking for one either.

—I like how you smell… —I whispered against her skin, trailing my lips down her neck. Expensive perfume, stored desire, heated skin.

I bit her softly, just the brush of teeth on her collarbone, just enough to make her sigh, to make her want more.

—Vera…

Her voice was no longer steady. It was a plea, and I enjoyed stretching out what she craved. I slid over the black dress until I was kneeling between her legs. I lifted the fabric slowly, revealing her soaked underwear. A dark stain marked the cloth stuck to her sex. Her desire fascinated me.

—What do we have here…? —I murmured, as I began to pull the garment down over her hips. Her sex was left bare, wet, exposed. I watched her breathing hard. I ran one finger through her folds and then brought it to my mouth.

—Is that what an eager Argentine mature woman tastes like? —I asked, licking my lips slowly, enjoying the flavor and her reaction.

She spread her legs wider and lifted her pelvis a little, like an offering. She was begging me wordlessly. I smiled, and my fingers went back to her, stroking her with my fingertips, gathering more of her wetness before tasting her again.

I yanked my sweatshirt off and was left in my bra. Cora looked at me with a mixture of lust and curiosity, and I freed my breasts as I pulled the garment off.

—My tits are small —I remarked, almost amused, as I leaned down to kiss the inside of her thighs. Her scent flooded me. Heat, desire, held-back madness. And an anxiety that burned inside me.

—Baby… come here… eat me… —she whispered, her voice broken.

My lips merged with her sex. She moaned, arching her back as my tongue moved over her slowly, as if I were drawing her in fire. I licked her all the way through, from clit down and back again. I looked up at her from there, my mouth shining with her taste, feeling powerful and desired.

—Was this what you wanted? —I asked between soft laughs—. You said you were “unreachable”… are you? I think I’ve got you pretty reachable.

—Stupid little brat… —she laughed between gasps—. You know what I meant… Now take off your jeans.

I got up, took off my boots, and standing on the bed I pulled down my jeans along with my panties. I made a bundle of them at my feet and tossed them aside. I looked at her brazenly and moved toward her. I planted myself over her body, one leg on each side of her head.

—Your turn now, Cora… —I said, holding her face between my thighs—. Now you eat.

And while her mouth and nose sank into me, I moaned, feeling how she opened me, how she drank me in. At that moment she was nothing but a mouth surrendered to my pleasure, and I was a horny woman who couldn’t and didn’t want to hold back.

My orgasm was loud. I screamed. I trembled. I came apart over her mouth, where I emptied everything I had inside me. It took me a few seconds to catch my breath and I let myself fall to one side of the bed.

Cora sat up and took off the dress and the silk-and-lace bra she was wearing, revealing generous breasts with thick nipples that made me want to bite them. She looked at me upright on her knees and came closer to kiss me.

—That’s what a brat from Albacete’s cunt tastes like —I laughed when I felt my fluids in her mouth.

—And it tastes like heaven —her hands stroked my breasts, and my nipples went hard. Her mouth took them, first one and then the other, before returning to mine—. Baby… I want you…

We settled in, legs tangled. Our soaked sex found each other and the movement of our hips fed us with moans and gasps. The friction turned sticky, delicious, and the intensity kept rising on its own.

Cora let out a moan full of urgency. She wanted to come, she was burning, and I drove harder against her until she exploded. A few words I didn’t understand slipped from her lips when she reached the end. I felt her unravel against my pelvis, hot and wet, and I followed her, searching for my second orgasm in the same rocking motion.

After that storm, we got under the sheets. We held each other, smiled, and skin to skin, looked at each other satisfied. At least for a while, because something told me the night had only just begun and that this time she’d be the one asking for more.