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Sonja was late, as usual. I went ahead and ordered two large glasses of Chardonnay anyway. So I’m sitting, watching the condensation form on the outside of the glass, running in tiny rivulets as I anticipated... anticipated what, exactly? We have been lovers for just over a month.
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It had all started at some dreary Chamber of Commerce event in one of the local boutique hotels. I'd been inwardly vowing never to darken their doors again when a tall, attractive, leggy blonde in a white blouse and charcoal grey skirt leant over and whispered,
"I don't know about you but I sure as hell could do with a drink. I saw a bar next door. Are you coming?"
I'd asked her one time, as we lay wrapped in each other's arms one sunny afternoon, asked her what made her come on to me, how she'd known? But she'd just giggled and told me she'd only wanted a drinking companion, but she could tell. She could tell despite the wedding ring and the look of the harassed mother, she could tell I wasn’t as pure as I thought I was.
With a nod of acquiescence, we slipped away and found refuge next door, giggling like two schoolgirls skipping class rather than middle-aged businesswomen.
As we worked our way through a bottle of delicious Australian Chardonnay, she quietly grilled me on who I was and what I did. I still felt embarrassed; God knows why, that I was self-employed, working out of my spare room as I built up my design agency. When I told her I'd done the brand identity for a rather up and coming restaurant, she seemed impressed and casually mentioned she might be looking for someone to redesign her shop identity.
As I lifted the glass to my lips, I suddenly stiffened as I felt her foot caressing it’s way up my calf. She was smiling at me, biting her bottom lip as she looked at me with her hooded eyes. Her eyes smouldered, that was really the only way to describe them. My brain fumbled for something to say, to say stop... to say that I was a married woman with two kids but I couldn’t get the words out.
She leant in closer. I could smell her perfume, the heady seductiveness of Dior’s Poison overwhelming my senses. She placed her left hand on the table next to mine. I glanced down at the band of yellow gold with the inlay of diamonds wrapped around her ring finger. My own wedding ring with a single diamond seemed dowdy by comparison.
Everything about me seemed dowdy by comparison, and yet, here she was, this gorgeous blonde with the palest blue eyes was leaning in, her lips inches from my skin. I could feel her breath of my neck as she whispered words into my ear.
Her voice dripped honeyed words of seduction. I glanced at the clock on the wall above the bar. I wasn’t expected home for hours. Her index finger drew patterns on my wedding ring as she smiled and suggested we take the bottle upstairs.
I gazed into her eyes, nodded my agreement and crossed the Rubicon as easily as we crossed the checkerboard floor of the bar and headed for the lifts. It never occurred to me then to ask her why she had a room booked in the hotel. It didn't occur to me to ask anything.
She turned in the lift and kissed me. One arm wrapped around my back still holding the bottle of wine. I just stood there, foolishly holding a glass in each hand as she pressed her face to mine. Her lips didn’t so much brush as clamp themselves to my mouth. Her free hand ran through my hair, tilting my head up to meet her.
She was only an inch taller than me, and as she pulled me closer, I could feel her nipples pressing against my boobs. Her tongue traced the outline of my mouth as she looked at me, almost like a big cat sizing up its prey.
As the lift signalled its arrival, we disentangled and I followed as she strode purposefully down the corridor towards her room.
Once inside, I managed to get the glasses placed on the dressing table before she was on me. I was pretty sure my blouse had been properly fastened when I entered the room but now, the material was floating down to the floor as he fingers traced the lacy outline of my substantial bra, Breastfeeding two hungry boys had resulted in my once gorgeous firm petite 32Bs swelling and finally settling somewhere in a C to DD range, depending on the time of the month.
She didn’t seem to mind as her lips moved along my jaw. I arched my neck, swan-like, offering it to her. Her tongue traced circles as I felt her warm breath on me. Her fingers had removed my bra by this stage and had returned to caress my globes. I could feel my nipples stiffening, hardening, wanting her touch. Her fingers, her mouth, her tongue… god, even her teeth.
She grinned at me as she moved her head lower, as if reading my mind. Her tongue traced lazy circles, ever-decreasing circles spiralling in on my left nipple. Her fingers gripping the boob, her other hand dropping to unzip my skirt.
There was something decadently erotic about this fully clothed goddess stripping me, stripping me of my inhibitions as well as my clothes. Married women shouldn’t have these urges but here I was, spending an afternoon in a stranger’s hotel room, letting her have her way with me as my pussy leaked into my panties.
God, what panties was I wearing? I fleetingly wondered, before it became an academic abstract thought as I felt them being pulled over my arse cheeks and sliding down my legs to join my skirt gathered around my ankles.
I barely had time to thank god that I’d trimmed my pubes in the bath the other night before she gently pushed me backwards onto the bed. As I lay there, naked, looking up at her, she slowly undressed. It wasn’t a striptease but god, was it seductive. She never broke eye contact. She stared into my eyes the whole time as she removed her blouse, The coral pink bra with the black lace trim slid down her body, revealing hard pink nipples on pert, firm tits.
Her fingertips glided over my kneecaps, spreading me open. 'I’m really just her plaything, lying on the sheets, waiting for her to do to me whatever she wants.'
She dipped her head. I could feel her blonde tresses stroking my inner thighs and then, fuck, my back arched and a groan escaped my mouth as she dragged the flat of her tongue along my wet slit, all the way from the perineum to my clit. Her tongue slipped between my lips, tasting my flavours as she pushed the tip against my clit hood. Pushing the hood back to reveal the pearl nestled within, revealing it for her.
Her thumbs moved along my slick lips, opening them for her. The tip of her tongue slid snake-like along my folds. She repeated this over and over, ending each lick with a flick of my clit with the tip of her tongue.
I was writhing on the bed, gibbering. My head rolled from side to side, powerless to stop it, even if I wanted to. She played me, bringing me close... closer... then… just when I thought I was going to explode she stopped. Her tongue giving my thigh a slow lingering brush as I whimpered, pleading wordlessly. Then she built me up again.
This time, her tongue was rolled into a tube. She pushed it into my wet velvet walls, fucking me like her tongue was a tiny cock. Her nose ground into my clit. As she rolled her head from side to side, her tongue pushed as deep as it can go inside me, I felt my walls clamp around her. My back arched, the sheets gripped tightly between my fingers as I arched my back.
I could hear someone howling in the distance, a raw animalistic scream as my orgasm crashed over me, consuming me. I couldn’t breathe. My body had shut down, the only thing I knew was the sensation her mouth was creating between my legs. I spasmed, writhed, roared, pleaded, begged, howled and finally slumped onto the bed. I lay there panting, desperately trying to pull oxygen back into my lungs. She crawled up over me, kissing me softly. letting me taste my flavour on her tongue.
~~~
My reminiscences are interrupted by Sonja’s arrival. She strolls through the hotel foyer, spying me as she enters the bar. I have time to run my eyes from foot to head as she saunters towards our table. She looks better than ever. The shiny black heels and stockings leading up to the dark grey pencil skirt. The black blazer unbuttoned to reveal a silk fuchsia pink top underneath. Her blonde hair is hanging loose today and sways around her shoulders as she slides onto the seat beside me, kissing both my cheeks and approvingly lifting the glass.
“Cheers, darling. I hope you’ve got the goods to woo me.”
I almost choke on my wine at the brazen double entendre. It bothered me at the start that she had commissioned me to redo her brand identity. I had that niggling feeling that I was like a prostitute, being paid for my time. However, she had reassured me eventually that she really did want a new brand and logo and she would pay one of my competitors if I didn’t do it. "Plus," she added, "it gives me an excuse to spend more time with you."
She had pointed out that as a married mother I could hardly slip out unnoticed for an evening, so afternoon trysts suited me. They suited her too. I discovered her wife was a lecturer in English and Creative Writing at the local university and wasn’t usually home before 6 pm. Client meetings were the perfect excuse for me to be away for the afternoon and so we came to an arrangement where we would talk business for an hour and fuck the rest of the afternoon.
"I've got a present for you," she whispers as she slides a black oblong box tied with a pink ribbon towards me.
I open it to peek inside before slamming it shut. I can feel the flush of embarrassment colouring my cheeks. I half-open it again, as if peeking under the rim. My finger reaches out to stroke it, caressing it’s length, marvelling at the smoothness of the texture as it lay snuggled in the tissue paper.
I glance up at her as she sits, smiling at me.
“It’s our five-week anniversary,” she giggles. “I thought you might like to try it on upstairs.”
The glasses are swiftly drained as we hurry to the lifts.
The door of the bedroom slams shut. 'How many anonymous hotel rooms are used for extra-marital fucking?' I wonder fleetingly as we strip ourselves down to our underwear. Sonja stands in matching ivory silk bra and French knickers, biting her bottom lip as she watches me open the box again. Running my fingers along the six-inch length of girlcock, I looked up at her and grin.
“The problem with my wife,” Sonja giggles, “is that she doesn’t like to take control. She’s such a subby little thing.”
She steps closer, taking it out of the box and slowly, seductively walking around behind me. I feel her breath on my neck as she leans in behind me, her fingers sliding my purple thong down past my hips.
“I want you to take me.”
The words are whispered into my ear as I feel her strap the plastic girlcock around my hips.
“I want you to fuck the shit out of me.”
I feel her pull the straps tight. I glance down, watching her long manicured fingers sliding along the length of the pink phallus thrusting out in front of me. It looks like she is wanking me as I feel the base of the strap-on press into me every time she pulls her hand towards me.
She walks around in front of me again, brushing her lips against mine, kissing me before stepping backwards, never breaking eye contact as she lies down on the bed. Her naked body displayed before me.
I step forward, feeling the strap-on swing between my legs. Putting a hand on each knee, spreading her open. Her smooth pussy is already glistening with excitement and anticipation. I crawl cat=like onto the bed, running my tongue along her leg as my hair brushes her inner thigh.
I curl my mouth over her nipples, sucking, letting my teeth graze the hard nipples before softly biting the left one.
“Fuckkkk,” she hisses as I feel her spread her legs wider.
I suck the other nipple into my mouth, letting my teeth give little nips as I twist my head to look up at her. She rolls her head from side to side, whimpering as I tease her flesh, the girl cock drags across her wet slit as I suck and tease her firm pink nipples.
She presses her hips up towards me, looking into my eyes, begging silently as the strap-on rubs along her slit, parting her lips as it is dragged along her wetness and find the entrance to her wet velvet cave.
“Take me,” she begs, staring into my eyes.
I push in a little, an inch or so squeezed by her walls, holding it there. And then, as I feel her wrap her legs behind my back, I drive it into her, deep and hard.
Her back arches, she squeals and wraps her legs tighter. My hips moving in and out, driving the strap-on into her, over and over. I fuck her hard, taking her, making her mine. Her mouth is open, panting hard as I drive it into her. I can hear my hips slapping against her spread thighs.
I place one hand on her breast, rolling her nipple, pressing, squeezing as the strap-on squelches, stretching her with every thrust. She writhes beneath me. I can feel the juices pouring out of me, mixing with hers as I move in and out. The base of the strap-on presses against my clit, every thrust sends us both closer.
Her feet press against my arse, trying to pull me deeper inside her. Her head rolls from side to side. Feeling her feet on my arse drives me on, pushing deeper, harder, faster. My hips moving in and out like a piston as I fuck her, fuck my lover as the afternoon sun streams in the window.
Her breathing is ragged now, panting as the pounding in her pussy sends her ever closer. Every time I thrust into her, our mounds press together. My curls rub against her smoothness.
“Fuckkkk,” she whimpers, eyes rolling. I can feel the sweat dripping down my face as I fuck her harder, chasing her orgasm, wanting to arrive with her. The smell of our lust fills the room. I can feel the viscous fluids smeared over my mound and thighs. I place my hands either side of her body as pound her. My arse a blur as I pound her, slamming the strap-on deep into her as she writhes, arches, bucks, screams and explodes beneath me.
The sight and sound of her orgasming sends me over the edge and I slam the strap-on into her one last time, holding it there as the waves wash over me. Every muscle clenched as I shudder before collapsing on top of her.
As I lie on top of her, the strap-on still buried deep inside her, she wraps her arms and legs around me, pulling my face to hers. She kisses my eyelids, nose, cheeks and chin as I pant, trying to bring my breathing back under control. She reaches up and brushes a stray strand of my hair back behind my ear, giggling.
“Fuck, that was a rush,” Sonja whispers, her fingers drawing lazy circles along my spine.
“Mmmm,” I agree, bending my head to plant soft, loving kisses on her lips.
She sticks her tongue out, tracing the outline of my lips as her eyes sparkle beneath me.
“There is just one problem with you, you know.”
I freeze, my face must reflect my concern and confusion because she giggles and grabs my hips and rolls me over so I am flat on my back on the bed.
“Yes,” she continues. “Once is never enough.”
She straddles me. The girlcock still buried inside her. As she grinds herself down onto the plastic cock I can see why guys like this position. As I watch her bounce up and down on me, her boobs jiggle about, at just the perfect height for me to reach my hands up to squeeze them, my thumbs brush her nipples as she arches her back.
She reaches down, fingers caressing my right breast, thumb and finger gripping the nipple, pinching it as she rides me. I push my hips up to meet her as she presses down on me. Her expression changes as she feels the girlcock pushed deeper inside her. The base pressed into my clit as she pushes down. Lust, want and desire etched onto both our faces as we fuck on the crisp white hotel sheets.
She lifts her hips until most of the girlcock slides out of her. I can see it, glistening between her legs. Only the head left inside, then wham, she slams herself down onto me, forcing the girlcock deeper inside her. The air is forced out of her lungs as she whimpers, panting. Our faces are bathed in sweat as we fuck.
She grabs my hands by the wrists and pins them to the bed either side of my head. She rides me faster now. Forcing herself deeper onto the plastic shaft with every thrust. My hips press upwards, my thighs smeared with her juices as the scent of our fucking fills the room.
“Stop, stop,” she whimpers.
I relax, letting the girlcock slide out of her. Watching as she crawls off it.
“Finish me doggie style,” she whispers, glancing over her shoulder as she gets on hands and kneels on the bed.
As I roll over onto my knees, she presses her face against the sheets, her ass high in the air. Her juices smeared over her ass and thighs. Her labia are swollen, red, slick and dripping.
My fingers trace a line up her spine, gripping her blonde hair, twisting the strands between my fingers, tightening my grip as I press the tip of the girlcock against her entrance.
“Give it to me hard, use my cunt.”
Her words spur me on. I tug on her hair, snapping her head back at the same moment as I thrust my hips forward, slamming the girlcock deep into her. I pound her, my hips bouncing off her as the sound of wet squelching slaps echo around the room.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” she pants in rhythm with the pounding I am giving her. Pulling on her hair, using it like reins as I ride her on the bed. Fucking her hard, harder, filling and stretching her as I take her.
I glance up and see our reflection in the dressing table mirror. She stares into my eyes as I fuck her hard. Her mouth open, panting, wordless cries and moans are uttered as I drive it into her. I watch my tits swing with the exertion as she kneels, rocking forwards and backwards as I take her, giving her what she wants, what she needs.
I can feel her juices smeared over my thighs as we fuck. Her eyes roll in her head as she spasms. I watch her orgasming as I continue to fuck her, chasing my own. I pin her to me as I grip her hips and pull her deeper into me. I drive the girlcock deep into her squelching, orgasming cunt.
Her body shakes, spasms, writhes and then I snap, back arched, burying it deep inside her. I hold it there as fireworks go off behind my eyes. Cries, whimpers, howls and expletives spew from my mouth as I cum.
We slump to the bed, draped over her back, my face lying on her sweat-stained back. Little bird-like whimpers come from beneath me as we both struggle to breathe. Our juices mingle as we lie, breathing hard.
Finally, I ease my hips back, allowing the girlcock to slide out of her. A long string of cum dangles from her to the tip of the shaft. I unfasten the straps and lie beside her as she rolls onto her side, opening her arms for me.
I snuggle into her, little butterfly kisses planted on each others eyelids and nose as we recover. My finger idly drawing circles on her skin with our juices as she looks into my eyes and giggles, “About those designs you were going to show me. I think we might need to reschedule for next week.”
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