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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Part 1:
I don't know why i was taking so long to get ready, it was only a couple of drinks with a friend but i wanted to feel good, to feel sexy, for myself not for anyone else. A long soak in the bath with my favourite bath bomb and i had taken real care when i shaved. I stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom and undid the towel, it fell away onto the floor. I knew i would not be disturbed as he was downstairs watching the football, no doubt with a beer, or two. I had forgotten what it felt like to be wanted to be desired. I lay on the bed and ran my hands over my newly shaved legs, so smooth. I circled my shaved pussy with my finger, the sensation ran through me. My hands running up my stomach and over my large breasts. I could just stay here, i thought, get my rabbit out...but no, we had planning this for ages and it had been a while since i had gone out for a few drinks and a laugh. Simple is best i thought, black hold ups, lacey bra and french knickers. A plain red dress and a splash of D&G and done. Looking sexy Deb, i said to myself and laughed.
We ended up in a little bar just out of the town centre, we had only had a couple of drinks so far but the relief of not being at home was immense. My friend had gone to the loo when i noticed a man standing at the bar looking over at me, he had an easy smile and was one of those men who looked at ease wherever they were. He smiled, and like a ridiculous teenager i looked away feeling embarassed. When i was certain he was looking away, i studied him more intently. He had obviously come straight from the office, dark grey suit and an open necked blue checked shirt. A smattering of stubble complemented his curly brown hair. It was his eyes that attracted me though, intense, the sort that when they looked at you he knew what you were thinking. He wandered over to our table, "good evening ladies, i'm going to be honest with you, i'm here on business and would very much like to join you...". My friend and i looked at each other, what the hell, who are we to turn down a good looking man bearing a bottle of prosecco.
We had been chatting for half an hour or so, he had an easy way with him, it was so refreshing to talk to a man who really listened and seemed genuinely interested in who i was. The second bottle of prosecco arrived and my friend promptly disappeared to the bathroom again. He leaned over to me "what time do you have to be home?" er, not sure i stammered, why do you ask, "because i want you to come back to my hotel so we can fuck". Before i could say anything, i could feel his hand on my knee, he did not hesitate, he parted my legs and slid his hands over the top of my thighs and over my stocking tops. He moved my knickers aside and slid a finger deep into me. I did not realise how wet i was. All the time he was doing this he was looking straight at me. "when your friend comes back, tell her you are not feeling well, and catch a cab to the Radisson Hotel, i am in room 312". See you in 15 minutes. With that he left not looking back once. My head was all over the place, i needed some air to try and process what had happened. I suddenly thought how much i loved my husband, in spite of everything. And yet i had been so wet when he fingered me in the bar, he was not arrogant but assertive, in control and that had thrown me off guard completely. I wanted him, i wanted him to fuck me hard and make me cum. I was fed up with routine once a week sex on a sunday morning, me never cumming, unless i was on my own with my toys but it was not the same.
I looked at the hotel in front of me, i had felt bad letting my friend down and ending the evening early but i had 2 hours at the most before my husband would send out the search party. I had to make every moment count. I knocked on the door, he opened it and stood in front me. "Come inside and stand in front of the bed" he said. "Strip for me". He pulled up a chair in front of the bed, he had taken off his jacket but other than that he was as he had been in the bar. I turned my back to him and unzipped my dress and stepped out of it. I leant on the bed leaned over pushing my ass towards him. I opened my legs, reached around and ran a hand over my knickers. I glanced round at him, he was impassive, just looking at me intently. I turned round to face him, wanting him to direct me, to tell me what to do but nothing. I sat on the bed, lay back and spread my legs wide for him. Slowly i eased my stockings down, he got up picked them up off the floor. We will need these soon , he said, tying one round each of my wrists. I lifted my pelvis up from the bed to take off my knickers, i could feel how wet they were. I should have felt embarassed or nervous laying naked my legs spread in front of a man i hardly knew.
My nipples were so hard as i took off my bra. I loved playing with my generous tits. I closed my yes and gently massaged them, rolling my nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I was getting wetter just playing with my tits. When i opened my eyes he was still there in the chair but he was naked now too. He was toned and athletic, he was not yet hard but his cock was thicker than my husbands. I turned round and got a couple of pillows from the bed and slid them under my ass. My shaved wet pussy was high up in fromt of me, my legs wide open for him. I wanted to see that thick cock of his get hard. My hand moved slowly down, over my stomach and down towards my clit and pussy. |
