A Rare Beauty: Part 1 of 2

It would be cliché to say that I saw her the moment she walked in the door, just as it would be both cliché and trite to say that it was love at first sight. Both would also be untrue.The truth is that I have no idea when she walked in; I was sitting at the bar, my back to the door, watching a football game, and I barely noticed her when she slid onto the bar stool two places to my left. Bored and horny after a sexless week of meetings and negotiations, with time to kill on a Thursday night before a Friday morning flight home, I’d hit the hotel bar with a vague hope that maybe an opportunity would arise.One of those ubiquitous airport hotels, it had the standard bar and lounge that catered to traveling businessmen – and to the hookers who also sought that clientele; I’m sure hotel management doesn’t encourage that trade but is wise enough to recognize the symbiosis and not discourage it either. Looking to spend some time with a beautiful woman and get laid, I wasn’t averse to paying for it if necessary, although my first choice would have been to find a woman that was also looking for a good time. A realist, I recognized that the former was far more likely than the latter.In any event, when I did first see her it was in the mirror below the television, the mirror bars use to reflect all the colorful, sparkling liquor bottles, a visual siren’s song ensnaring the weak-willed with their mind-fogging and emotion-numbing elixirs.The bar’s lights gleaming off her raven locks was my siren’s song, far more powerful than anything that could be poured from a bottle; the glossy, soft thickness of her glorious hair sent tingles to all the right places in my body. I wanted to touch her, to run my fingers through her hair and breathe her soft scent.As I said, it wasn’t love at first sight. Less than two years removed from a bitter and contentious divorce I wasn’t looking for love and very much doubted I would ever put myself through that again. It was, however, lust at first sight; for me, this petite woman with the shimmering black hair held hypnotic allure.I’d been about to give up, bored with the game, the only women in evidence a couple of hard, worn-looking working girls that had failed to capture my interest. They’d been quickly picked up by a couple of guys more desperate than I, but now, suddenly, with the appearance of this petite, gloriously-coiffed beauty, my chances seemed much less remote and my arousal spiked.Knowing she was most likely a hooker I mentally shrugged, accepting that possibility, and turned to look at her. She was stunningly beautiful, tiny and exotic, but that wasn’t what had first caught my eye and my gaze soon returned to her hair, thick and glistening black, razor-cut in a layered bob/shag that fell just to her bare shoulders. It was professionally mussed in a sexy bed-head look, rich, silky locks which framed her flawless face.In the same mirror where I had first seen her, she saw me looking at her and swiveled her stool to face me, meeting my lustful gaze with an open, friendly smile, showing white, even teeth between full, kissable lips. Her makeup was subtle, minimal, and flattering. I was stunned for a second time, her perfect China-doll face and turquoise eyes taking my breath away.There was the barest hint of Asia in her eyes, a trace of an epicanthal fold that lent an exotic look and worked beautifully with her golden-olive skin and jet-black hair, and her tiny, upturned nose added just the right touch of cuteness to her otherwise ethereal beauty.She nodded toward the TV. “Who’s winning?”“The Raiders, unfortunately.”She laughed, a sultry, musical sound. “You’re a Chiefs fan?”I shrugged. “No, just a fan of whoever is playing the Raiders. I can’t stand them.”She laughed again. “I see.” She slid off her bar stool, her back to me in a move no doubt calculated to display her pert little ass, firm and perfect, and moved to the stool next to my own. “May I?”“Sure, by all means!” I was already envisioning her on hands and knees in front of me where I could look down at that perfect little ass as I slid into her tight pussy. I felt myself getting hard, and her scent, subtle and feminine, fueled the flames.She wore a short, strapless sheath dress in a deep red, the neckline low across the upper swell of her small breasts, nipples hard and eye-catching; scooped lower in the back, it displayed an alluring expanse of perfect, flawless skin from just below her luscious hair down to the smooth northern hemisphere of that fine ass. Even in her four-inch heels, she was tiny, not as tall as isvecbahis I was sitting down; she couldn’t have been even five feet tall barefoot.Her dress barely reached past her ass, and it rode up as she climbed up onto the stool. She tugged it down, but not before it had slid up almost to her hip; I’d seen no trace of panties, not even a tiny thong, and the thought of her in that tight little dress, pussy bare, sent a surge of blood to my swelling cock.To my amazement, she started talking football! She was well-versed in the sport and our conversation moved easily from the teams currently playing to the NFL in general, and then to college teams. A true fan, she knew the intricacies of the game, and while I found myself chatting with her comfortably and casually I also found myself enchanted by her sultry velvet voice, and by the way her eyes so eagerly searched my face as she hung on my every word.She was either well-practiced in the art of seduction, a seasoned pro at making the target of her attentions feel important and masculine, or she was just one of those women that are born with it, with the innate ability to charm any man. It was undeniably effective; I was finding her more attractive by the minute.She’d introduced herself as Tina, and I told her my name, Dan; single, I used my real name, no reason to worry about revealing my identity. I was beguiled by how easy she was to talk to, and how interesting. The near-instant rapport we seemed to have was unexpected, but I found myself enjoying it immensely as our conversation ran the gamut from sports to current events and even into our personal lives. My fatigue and boredom evaporated as I became thoroughly engrossed in her.Tina made the next move, touching my hand and then my knee; when I didn’t object, her delicate hand wandered up my thigh. It wasn’t yet a sexual touch, but it was intimate, and while I won’t say I didn’t enjoy it I recognized it for what it was, something between flirtation and seduction. Since that meshed perfectly with my own plans I encouraged it by touching her in return, softly stroking her forearm and then her bare shoulder. By that point, we both knew where things were headed.Playing the game, I offered to buy her a drink. She accepted, and as I called Carl, the bartender over, she slipped off to “visit the little girl’s room”, promising to hurry back. She took her purse and I watched her walk away, enjoying the swing of her hair and the sexy sway of that tight little butt as she balanced on her tall heels.Carl reached me as she turned the corner, disappearing, but he’d seen me watching her. “I see you met Tina.”“I did; she’s stunning, and she seems very bright.”He nodded stoically. “Yeah, she’s something special.”“Does she come in here often?”“Not as much as some of the other girls,” he shrugged. “She’s also very selective with the men she talks to, but she lit on you right away.”“My lucky day.”He laughed. “Apparently.” He left to fix our drinks.I’m not a lady killer by any means, but I’m no Quasimodo either; I’m six-three, a lean 198 pounds, and at forty-two I keep myself fit and trim; I also dress well, in Brooks Brothers or bespoke designer suits. That evening I was still in my suit slacks with a white pinpoint shirt, also Brooks Brothers, open at the collar and casual, and tan Moreschi calfskin loafers; if it looked expensive it’s because it was, and I wondered if that had anything to do with her coming on to me. Not that it mattered, really.On the other hand, I’d noticed that since my brown hair had gone gray at the temples, women somehow seemed more attracted to me. I’d been horrified when I saw the first few gray hairs show up, back in my mid-thirties, but now that I had white sidewalls women seemed to find it irresistible. Maybe it matured me; some said it made me look “distinguished” and worked well with my hazel eyes. I’d thought of it as extinguished rather than distinguished but was willing to accept their opinion over my own.Carl returned before she did, carrying our drinks, and we chatted as I waited for her. The bar wasn’t busy, and he turned out to be gregarious. He’d just told some dumb joke, and I was laughing as Tina came around the corner; tiny, gorgeous, and perfect, her doll-like beauty and femininity took my breath away once again.“Damn, she’s just incredible!”Carl chuckled. “Yeah, she’s a rare beauty. The rarest.”He wandered away, giving us privacy like a wise barkeep should. We drank and chatted, enjoying each other’s company. She’d moved her bar stool closer to mine when she’d returned, and isveçbahis giriş our touching became more intimate and sexual; when I stroked her delicate jawline and then her slender, graceful neck and ran my fingers through her silken hair for the first time my cock throbbed with arousal, and when she ran her fingers lightly across the bulge of my erection it was obviously time to move on.She stretched to nuzzle my neck, and I felt her soft lips graze my jaw as I breathed her seductive scent. She whispered, “You have a room here…?”“I do, yes. Can I invite you up?”“I thought you’d never ask.” She slid from her stool and took my arm when I rose. Standing, the top of her head barely reached my collarbone, even in her tall heels, and I was again struck by how very small and delicate she was. She couldn’t have weighed over ninety pounds!I asked Carl to have a bottle of wine sent up to my room, and in the elevator, we kissed. It surprised me because I’d heard that hookers don’t kiss much, but Tina was hungry and insistent, stretching up to meet my lips as I bent to hers. They were as soft and lovely as they’d looked, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth demandingly as she reached down and cupped my package, her fingers kneading my hard cock through my pants.She smiled up at me seductively. “Mmm, very nice, so big and hard. I can’t wait to slide my lips over it and feel you inside of me.”I smiled back. “It’s like you read my mind.” I wrapped my arms around her, allowing my hands to slide down her sleek back to that delicious little ass, squeezing it, each of my hands covering one small, firm cheek. “You’re an incredibly beautiful woman, and this little butt of yours is amazing. You’re not going to mind if I spend a bit of time kissing and nibbling it, are you?”She sighed happily. “Not at all; I’m looking forward to it.”“I haven’t told you this yet, but I love your hair too; I have a thing for sexy hair, and yours is like my best fantasy come true.”She laughed, a rich, sensual sound. “A handsome man with a hair fetish who likes tiny little asses – I think we were made for each other!”“You think it’s a fetish, my hair thing?”“Isn’t it? It’s alright if it is, Dan; we all have them in one way or another.”“You think so?” I’d never thought of my appreciation of beautiful hair as a sexual fetish before.She laughed again, like warm velvet. “Oh, trust me! There’s not a soul alive who doesn’t have one small thing or another that becomes a fixation.”In her line of work, she’d probably seen many things that I couldn’t begin to imagine. I nodded, “I’m sure you’re right, and I guess you’d know more about that than I would. Speaking of which, we haven’t discussed this yet, but I’m sort of assuming that this is a cash transaction…?”The elevator reached my floor, the fifth, and the door slid open. She leaned back against the open door so that it couldn’t close. “Is that going to be a problem?” There was that frank, honest stare again.“Not at all; I just wanted to be sure we were clear.”Tina smiled. “I usually get between five and fifteen-hundred if you want me to spend the night.”I was surprised; I haven’t been with many hookers, but it was more than I’d ever paid. Then again, she was by far the most beautiful, sexy, exotic one I’d met, and I knew that her small size alone would fascinate many men; the idea that she could command such a price was not inconceivable.I covered by saying, “That’s a pretty broad range. How do you decide what to charge?”“I don’t, you do. You pay me what you think I’m worth. I like you, you’re a good guy; I trust you to do what you think is right.”She’d succeeded in surprising me yet again. “Thanks, I appreciate that, but it’s a risky way to do business.”She shrugged. “I try to be very selective and very careful.”“Carl said that about you; seems he was right.”“He’s a decent guy. So, are we good then?”“Sure, yeah; no problem.” I had a hunch this might easily cost me the full fifteen hundred, she was already that special to me.She took my hand and led me from the elevator; I turned us toward my room as she said, “Good, because I’m very horny!”When I laughed, she looked up at me. “Is that funny? You don’t think a girl like me can get horny for her date?”I shook my head. “No, it’s not that. Just the way you said it so bluntly caught me off guard.”She giggled, the first truly ‘girlish’ sound I’d heard her make. “Well, I am! You might be surprised to know that you’re all my fetishes, wrapped up in one incredibly handsome package. I love older men!”“Oh, thanks a lot! I’m not that much older… how old isveçbahis yeni giriş are you?”“I just turned twenty-one.”“Huh! Maybe I am that much older; I’m twice your age.”She smiled, and as I swiped my key to open my room, she reassured me. “It’s alright, Dan. I love that about you. I love your maturity, the self-assurance that comes with it; you’re obviously successful and confident, tall, very masculine. That’s all good. I love the gray at your temples and the little lines around your eyes and mouth that say you smile and laugh a lot; it’s all very attractive.”I smiled and bent to kiss her. “Thank you… I think. I’ve told you how much I love your little butt and your gorgeous hair, but I failed to mention that when I first saw you, you took my breath away. You’re an incredibly beautiful, sexy, sensual woman.”She smiled happily and flowed into my arms for a hug before guiding me backward to the bed, where she pushed me back so that I sat on the edge of the mattress. She crawled up onto my lap, straddling my legs, and we kissed, tongue-wrestling as she unbuttoned my shirt. I put my fingers to work sliding the short zipper on the back of her tight sheath down and soon pulled it away, baring her small, perfect breasts.Her nipples were very erect, delicious little raspberries at the peak of her miniature mounds, and when I bent my head to suck on them she moaned low in her throat in appreciation. As I enjoyed sucking and licking her hard little nipples, she worked my belt and zipper until she’d freed my erection, which stood up hard and throbbing from my open pants. By now my balls felt heavy with arousal, the annoying ache of several days of unmet need replaced by an exhilarating pressure.Her fingers roamed expertly over me, her touch light and sensual. She leaned back, pulling her breasts away from my lips, and looked down. “My god, you have a gorgeous cock, so big and thick and hard!”I’m not; I’m right around average, but watching her fondle me I could appreciate how much her tiny hands exaggerated my size. It was oddly gratifying, despite recognizing reality, and I enjoyed it.“That feels amazing, Tina. I love the way you touch me, so soft and delicate. It’s a tease, but it’s great.”She smiled as she stroked my cock, reaching one small hand beneath to hoist my eager balls out as well before squeezing them gently but firmly. I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs and under her dress, curious to explore her apparent lack of underwear, but ran into a small, taut string above each hipbone.“Ah, you do have panties on! I was betting that you didn’t.”She laughed. “It’s just a tiny thong – more of a g-string, actually.”Whatever she chose to call it, I wanted to feel the heat of her pussy and find out if she’d truly been aroused, maybe enough to soak through the crotch of her thong. I returned my hands to her knees, slowly stroking down her silky-smooth legs, then very lightly ran the backs of my fingers up the insides of her thighs. I felt her shudder as I stroked that special erogenous zone.Her skin was astonishing, smooth, soft, and warm, and when I felt the lace edge of her panties I ran my fingertips over the silky fabric at the crotch, feeling her heat. It didn’t feel wet, however; in fact…I was puzzled for a brief moment as my fingers explored her sex, and when it suddenly dawned on me what I was feeling I didn’t think and didn’t speak; unable to accept what I’d felt, I simply reacted! I leaped to my feet, dumping Tina unceremoniously onto the floor. I’m not sure if I jumped over the bed or did a backflip across it, but next thing I knew I was standing on the far side of the bed, my back to the wall. The king-size bed was between us as she rose to her feet, a shocked, hurt expression on her face, staring at me.“What?”“What? You’re a guy, that’s what! Jesus Christ!”“I thought you knew!”“No, I didn’t know! How could I know? I mean, look at you!” I’d honestly had no inkling whatsoever, so my shock was real and complete.“Guys always seem to be able to tell somehow – and I saw you talking to Carl, and laughing; didn’t he tell you?”“Carl knows? Great! No, he didn’t mention that little detail.” From what my fingers had felt, the “little detail” hadn’t seemed all that little. Suddenly, Carl’s “rare beauty” comment took on an entirely new meaning. “Fucker. I shouldn’t have tipped that asshole.”“Dan, I’m very sorry.” She looked embarrassed and hurt. “I really thought you knew. Other than that, for all intents and purposes, I think of myself as female; as a real woman, if that helps at all.”“You have a dick.”“Not by choice; I was born with it.”“So was I, Tina, and therein lies our problem… I assume Tina isn’t your real name?”She – he – nodded. “It is now, I had it legally changed. I was Tim once, long ago, in the dark ages.”