UNCHARTED TERRITORY

Minor Dom

The girls insisted we celebrate my fortieth  birthday this year so immediately after work,  I rushed home, picked up my already packed bag and walked out the door down the stairs. While rushing, I must have skipped a stair or two almost tripping when suddenly my bag fell and flew open from not completely zipping  it up well.
"Sorry. Here let me help." We both stood there for a second eyeing each other. It was the first time he spoke to me. He looked way young, his skin flawless, he was not physically fit rather abit chubby not too fat but had a bit of a big frame...he lived a floor below me. He wasn’t my type at all but there was something about him that I found attractive. Perhaps its the innocence in his eyes? I aint sure yet. Also, was it wrong for me to just be attracted to a kid way younger than me? I was about to rob him of his youth and that thought alone made my stomach turn but I had played it over and over the past few months in my naughty head and it was an epic show.

"Um, yeah thanks." I finally said, helping him picking after my mess. He scooped up my clothes and perfume putting them back in the bag I held open for him. The bag could be my legs and the clothes....i stopped my mind from drifting by clearing my throat. We finally finished and I zipped up the bag. "Well, thank you." I said nervously.  I was afraid he thought I was an old pervert from how i was eyeing him. I tried to fix my facial expression, wondered if I looked thirsty for him or looked normal. "You're welcome." He said then made his way up the stairs.

I didn’t dare look back, I flew the scene and into my waiting uber. "Sorry I took so long." I said to the lady driver.

"Its okay. Happy birthday by the way." She exclaimed excitedly. I must have blurted out to her  on the way home last night that it was my birthday today. Damn. Being a blubber mouthed individual sometimes is embarrassing. "Oh thank you." I tried so hard for that not to come out as sarcastic as it sounded in my bloody head.

The ride to the hotel was quiet, thank God she wasn’t a talker. My mind kept drifting back to him. His beautiful facial features, his eyes when he looked at me, his hands when he grabbed my stuff, his cheeks, I think he had a goatee, trying to grow out a beard  to look more manly. Damn Steph! Get a grip.

We finally arrive and I saw the girls waiting at the lobby chatting excitedly. Once they saw me they rushed to hug me "Happy birthday you old fuck" they both said in unison.

We laughed it off and stepped to the receptionist. They’d booked earlier this year for this and i knew there was no escaping.

We were ushered to out suite and immediately we got there we were screaming and jumping on the bed. Popped a champagne and shared a few glasses. "TO STEPH!" The girls yelled out clinging glasses with me. "Thank you ladies!" We walked to the balcony and sipped our drinks catching up with each other.

"What happened between you and Captain hook?" Grace always had a thing for nicknaming people.  She asked and suddenly everyone turned to look at me.

"What? Shit happens, his crook dick couldn’t glue us together forever!" I said reaching out and pouring myself another drink.

"So you mean u haven’t had sex since? Its been what? Six months?" Racheal jumped in.

"Why's everyone nosey and into my business tonight? You girls insisted on this, I barely wanted to get out of the house after work tonight. C'mon don’t ruin this." I stood up and left them dumbstruck out there. I slid my sandals on and walked out of the room. "I need a minute!" I called out before closing the door behind me.

The minute i walked out, I tripped again on the sandals and almost aimed for the red carpeted floor before strong arms jolted me up. "Clumsy much?" Looking up I see him with a grim smile on his face. "You? Are you following me?" I asked him.