As she made her way up to the stage, Luke sighed internally with relief. Not that he wouldn’t have kissed a less attractive or larger woman—it was just a kiss, after all, and it was only a game—but it was nice to see that the woman who had bid on him was attractive. No, scratch that, as she came closer into the light, she was beautiful. She was cornsilk blonde, with hair down to her shoulders, and by the looks of her face, she was at least 45, though her skin was remarkably clear, fair, and tight. Her figure was full but taut, and her gown was exposing an extremely liberal amount of full, pale cleavage. Her pale blue eyes were large and smiling, and as he stepped up, she was almost a bit shy for a second. He decided to take the initiative and grabbed her gently but with some firmness, pressing her lips to his. As he pecked her lips for a second and third time, he encircled her waist, drawing her closer, and she tilted her head up more, parting her lips, and soon their tongues were snaking, battling, playing with each other dramatically. Her body melted into his, her arms going around his back, and his pulse raced as he felt her press her hips and her breasts into him, and her leg lifted and snaked around his. He lowered one of his arms to secure her hips, brushing against her ass, as she moaned lowly into his mouth.
During all of this, the cheering, which has started out low, just got more intense. As it progressed from a dull to an animated roar, one of the emcees looked over and bellowed, “Damn, the boy has skills.” Luke surpassed a giggle, focusing on the task at hand, feeling his lust rise again. Finally, after what seemed like 20 minutes but had probably only been 2 or 3, they both got a tap on the shoulder, signaling them to move on. They reluctantly separated and walked down the stairs off stage, moving a bit away from the crowd.
She turned and looked at him. She reminded him of a 40’s movie star in both face and figure, Katherine Hepburn or Lauren Bacall perhaps. “Thank you,” she said in a deep, sexy voice, still breathing a bit heavy, extending her hand.
“I should to be thanking you,” he said, kissing it and looking into her eyes.
“Please, I had to pay to kiss you.”
“I got volunteered into this thing by my jackass friends. I’d have payed to kiss you.”
“Please, enough flattery,” she giggled, putting her hand up on his chest. “I’ve got to be old enough to be your mother.”
“Well, I’m 25…”
“Ha! I’m 48, so I was right. My daughter is four years younger than you.”
“But you’re breathtaking. I wouldn’t care if you were 70, you’re seriously one of the most captivating women i’ve seen in a long time.”
She paused. “Are you just the type of guy who lays it on thick?”
“I’m dead serious,” he said, staring at her, unblinking. An awkward pause hung in the air.
“I think I should probably go back to my camp.”
“Why?” he asked. “A woman kisses me like that, I have to at least get her name, and buy her a drink.”
“The name’s Laurel, handsome. And in case you couldn’t tell, I’ve been drinking a bit tonight anyway.”