Clint Mudder had been a skilled construction worker and had worked on every continent except Antarctic. His ability as a surveyor had given him his start, first as a chainman; then an instrument man and finally a party chief. He had worked with foreign crews who had different work ethics than his own and he was able to make friends with them and motivate them. He had learned to manage his work well and in due time he had been promoted to Assistant Job Superintendent and eventually to a project manager.

It had been exciting, fulfilling work that had demanded he immerse his entire life into his work and he had been paid well for his efforts. Of course, outside the construction industry he had no friends and no life.

For thirty one years he lived the life. Then, at age fifty two he was suddenly too old. He moved slower. He thought slower and he simply couldn't keep up the pace of the work on the project. The company was quick to notice and sought younger men to replace him. Clint had unwittingly named his successor from among those young engineers who worked for him when asked for recommendation for promotion to Project Manager.

As he settled up his affairs with the company and moved off into retirement there was no retirement party, no gold watch, not even a handshake from his superiors. He walked out the door of the company, got in his new pickup truck and drove southeast with no destination and no plan.

It was somewhere in the mountains of West Virginia that he stopped for the night, got a motel room, ate dinner at the café next door and sat in the bar nursing a drink. As he sipped his drink, he reflected on the place he had stopped. He was apparently one of only a few occupants of the motel and he hadn't seen a single one at dinner. He had eaten alone in the café except for a couple of women and the bartender was a woman.

It was as he nursed the last of his drink, one of the women who had occupied the other end of the bar came up to him and asked, "Do you have a woman yet, or are you still looking.

Clint replied that he didn't have a woman as he wondered why a hooker might expect him to already have one. He turned and motioned for her to sit down on the stool and bought her a drink. Then, he questioned and got answers.

Clint had inadvertently stopped to spend the night in a working brothel. The women in the bar were whores, plying their trade to the men who came there for the express purpose of procuring a woman. Then, having met and made their agreement, went with their Johns to the adjacent motel rooms to complete their arrangements.

As they talked, Clint began to feel an unusual stirring. . .something that might have been arousal but at his age, he couldn't remember the last time he had been aroused. On the other hand, here was a whore, ready and able to help him determine the nature and extent of his problem. He determined to get fucked that very night.

Then, as he turned to make his proposal, the woman on the seat next to him had left and was moving out the door with a man in tow. On seeing them leave, after chastising himself for delaying he searched the room for another woman. Only the bar tender remained - a woman who he could only see from the waist up.

Having determined that he was going to get fucked, he made his move on the only woman in the bar - the bar tender! "Are you available to go over to my room and play?" he asked, "or are you just a bartender"

His question brought a chuckle from the bartender. The woman behind the bar stepped out from behind the counter to a point where Clint could get a good look at her. As he eyed her still trim figure, she said, "No. I gave that up six years ago. At 45 years old, the men kinda quit coming around so I retired, bought this place and became the bartender."

Clint, having eyed her trim figure and long auburn hair, harbored no such thoughts about her. True, she was older and there were wrinkles but she might be just the woman to help him with his problem. Being older and perhaps more understanding, she might be more willing to allow him to experiment and see if he still could make it with a woman. He spoke, "Could I convince you to go out of retirement just one more time?" And the woman laughed, Why me? There's several of my girls that are younger and prettier than me and they are very good at what they do."

Clint's mind was made up! "No, I don't want one of those girls. I want you." The woman chuckled again as she said, "Who'd tend bar while we dally?"

With the obvious impasse, Clint said, "I'm going to my room for the night. Its room 12 and I'll leave the door unlocked. If you should change your mind, come in and I'll pay you the full fare for your services." With that he turned and left.

It was just past 2:00 a.m. when Clint heard the door to his room open and a woman walked it. The woman stood for a moment in the moonlight before turning on the light on the bedside stand.

Clint had been awake, anticipating her visit and smiled at her as he said, "I was pretty sure you'd come. The money's there on the night stand." With the mention of money, the woman known as Lou became very professional. . .picked up the money including an extra hundred tip that he'd left.

Then there was the usual discussion of what she'd do or not do; the length of her visit; and he admonition that at the first threat of physical violence, she was gone. It was the

same pitch she'd used many times before and she spoke it with an easy familiarity.

Then, having set the ground rules, she began to shed her clothing as she continued, "My name's Skye and I'm gonna give you a good time so just. . . ." With that Clint interrupted, "Cut the bullshit, your names Lou. I heard it several times in the bar tonight! I'm Clint. Now let's talk a bit first."

Lou, startled by Clint's words responded, "I don't get paid for talk. Do you want to do it or don't you? she spoke in an adversarial manner."

Then, Clint softened his tone as he explained his situation. He hadn't been with a woman in many years - couldn't remember the last time. He didn't even know if he was capable of making it with a woman. He had chosen Lou over the younger women because she might be more sympathetic to his condition. He wanted to do it . . . . He needed the help of a sympathetic woman!

Now, hearing his story, Lou seemed to relax a bit. "You want me to help determine if you've still got the ole pizzazz - Right!" she said. Clint responded that she was right in her estimate of the situation.

With this new understanding of his situation, Lou seemed to warm to him as they spoke. Her attitude was more cordial and less confrontational as they familiarized themselves with each other and talked. As they talked, Lou continued to remove her clothing and Clint feasted his eyes on her still trim body. Stripping in front of a man was something Lou had done many times and sell! As each piece of clothing came off her trim body it was in a manner designed to entice and titillate the man . Then, with the final drop of her panties, she raised the covers and slipped into the bed beside Clint.

Clint was duly impressed with Lou's strip show and each erotic movement had registered in mind. It was as he watched that he felt the first surge of lust he could remember and it felt good. As the strip show had progressed, he'd felt more surges and his body came alert.

There, in the bed, they lay facing each other and talked easily with each other now. Clint, charged with lust from the strip show, felt the urge to kiss her, and knowing the rule about prostitutes kissing on the lips, chose instead to kiss her behind the ear. It was a soft kiss and Lou turned to kiss him in a similar manner. With the ice broken, they began to explore each other, kissing and caressing, in a casual, relaxed manner. When Clint's hand accidently fell on her breast, Lou encouraged him to keep it there and to caress and massage it - she was a pro and encouraging his hand was part of her job, to entice and titillate. She was very good at it.

As they lay together in bed, Lou was enjoying her work. Clint was a nice guy and she had developed a genuine liking for the guy. He had sounded desperate when he'd explained his situation and she sensed he lived in a world without friends or companions - a world not unlike her own! . It was a situation she could understand. Suddenly, in spite of the rules about prostitutes getting personal with clients, she accepted that Clint was not just a ?trick? that paid for services rendered but a friend that she wanted very much to please. To salve her conscience, she reasoned that she wasn't really a pro any more and the rules didn't apply.!

So, they played. It was when Clint placed his lips on Lou's nipple and felt it grow erect and hard that he felt his own arousal. At first it was simply a vague awareness; then, his body became alert and the blood rose in his cock to make it stand erect and proud. Finally, his breathing became deep and labored. Clint's feeling of elation as he sensed his cock develop into a full blown arousal had made him very excited. He called out to Lou, "Wanta? fuck?"

Lou, who had busied herself with responding to the ministrations she was receiving to her breasts and sensed Clint's growing arousal, responded, "Not yet! Wait and get your money's worth." She genuinely wanted to see his sexual needs fully sated by her actions. . . it wasn't any longer money or professional pride!

As his passions grew, Clint was glad that Lou had not let him fuck her when he'd asked. He realized that there was so much more to enjoy as he busied himself ministering to her breasts and nipples. When Lou moved from under him in the bed, Clint wondered what she had in mind.

Moments later, Lou had moved the covers back and positioned herself near the foot of the bed. Her face was just inches from Clint's erect penis as realization of what was about to happen to him crossed Clint's mind. As her hand moved gently up and down the shaft, jacking him off, she began to kiss and lave the tip. After a bit she engulfed most of the massive man-meat into her throat and her motions brought new pleasure to him.

Clint, lay motionless, enjoying the sensations that her actions on his cock were generating. It wasn't a first for Clint, but it was easily the best blow job he'd ever had. He noted that Lou seemed to enjoy the act as well!

Then, it happened, suddenly and without warning, he felt the semen rise up in his balls and knew his release was imminent. He called out to Lou to warn her but it was too late as the first long, white strings shot from his cock and into her mouth.

Of course, Lou, was a pro and this was not the first time she had taken a man's load into her mouth. She handled it like the pro she was before looking up to see Clint looking down at her in horror for what he had done! After the clumsy way he'd just handled his orgasm, there was no longer the least doubt in Lou's mind that he was as inexperienced guessed.

Still, it was increasingly apparent to Lou that Clint was a nice guy, friendless, sensitive and a bit awkward in the social graces. She couldn't help but like him. In fact, she was thoroughly enjoying their time together.

When Lou suggested they shower together and play a bit, Clint was eager. Minutes later, the two lovers were in the shower with the warm water cascading down over them. They bathed and washed and enjoyed the touches and feels that passed between them. When Clint pulled her to him in a tight embrace and kissed her on the lips, her mouth opened and allowed him the pleasure of a deep soul kiss - "Another rule of the professionals broken!" Lou remembered.

Having left the shower and dried off, Clint picked Lou up bodily and carried her to the bed where he deposited her rather violently; them, he proceeded to do something he'd never done before. He moved between her legs and up so that his face was mere inches from her pussy.

As Lou recognized his intentions, she cried out, "Yesss!" and he began to blow his warm breath and kiss the tender flesh of her inner thigh. He felt his excitement grow. . .

As he kissed and laved upwards, his thumbs parted her labia, exposing the soft inner folds of her vestibule and with one final check of his resolve he dove into place his tongue on her . It was again exciting as he felt her react and he approached his ministrations with vigor. He experimented and when he slowly moved his tongue upwards, he soon came to her little man in a boat - her clit! As his lips closed on that little mound of flesh, the reaction was quick and violent!

Lou had been eaten a few times in her career but hadn't particularly cared for it - this time was different and she rode the waves of pleasure that emanated from her clit as never before. She felt her vagina grow wet. . .wetter than she could ever remember! There'd be no need for the KY-gel that lay on the night stand.

As she lay bathed in the waves of pleasure, she thought. Clint was obviously safe. He hadn't had sex in years. Likewise, neither had she and she was long past the age of fertility. She reached a conclusion - The condom, like the KY-gel, would remain on he night stand and she would take him bareback - something she hadn't done since high school.

As Clint struck a particularly sensitive spot on her pussy and sent a newer, stronger wave of pleasure through her, she reached down and grasped his head which she pulled away from her groin and upwards until his body lay over hers and his cock was poised at her vaginal opening. "NOW FUCK ME! DO IT TO ME GOOD!" she cried as she felt the hard gristle slide into her waiting vagina.

For Lou, it might have been the thousandth time or even more that a cock had entered her but it was like a first! The sensation was beyond her belief! She felt like a young maid feeling the effects of coitus for the first time. Her plan to allow Clint to go bareback was meant to enhance his pleasure and she hadn't realized the effect it would have on her own.

Though Clint's moves were a bit awkward and amateurish, their coitus was filled with sensations. . . Then recognizing his inexperience, Lou covertly guided and directed his moves in such a way that Clint soon became quite proficient in the art of fucking..

Several minutes later, the coitus was over as Clint filled Lou's belly with his second discharge in a highly charged moment of passion and the perfect union they had made began to lose it's wild passionate stage and fade into a moment of peace and serenity. They remained locked in a lovers embrace as Clint's now flaccid cock remained embedded in his lover.

Neither had any doubt that something special had passed between them as they lay together. Only the nature and extent of that special intimacy was to be determined.

Obviously, what had started as a simple financial transaction had developed into something far more.

After several minutes, as the lovers lay, still joined, enjoying the afterglow, Lou was the first to ask, "Well, where do we go from here?" and Clint replied, "Don't care as long as it's with you."

Then, they slept soundly together. . .