I thought it was funny that he was more nervous than I was. He was 6ft1 or 6ft2, 200 lbs or so, pretty in shape even at 47 (?), so he was almost twice my size. If anything, I should be nervous about my physical safety. But we shared an instant attraction that was mutual when we started chatting in line at Starbucks. I imagine his invitation was a “fuck it, you only live once” kind of spontaneity, but he asked if I would join him in his hotel room. He was traveling alone for work, and he rarely got the chance to be alone.

So I did. He had to meet me in the lobby because the Westin downtown required key access in the elevators. We were the only two in the lift, but we didn’t say a single word. I could tell he was nervous. So was I. But I tried to hide it.

Well, he was not too nervous to have an erection already. He was hard before he even dropped his khakis. We did it right behind the door in the entry hallway. I was only on my knees for a few minutes, 10 minutes max, before he finished in my mouth. I didn’t even make it to the rest of the room to see it. And I learned why he was nervous. He has a wife and kids back home, but he desperately wanted this. So did I. Zero regret for me.

At least now I know married men can orgasm and grind a face, even if they are visibly nervous.