Otherworldly Encounter
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He stood there looking at the message she had written on the inside of the matchbook, “Call or text me before midnight… CaryAnn” along with her phone number.
This was either a massive stroke of good luck or an equally massive heap of trouble. He was married, and by the look of her ring finger, so was she. The temptation to follow through weighed upon him. She was goddam sexy. The best part was that she approached him after they’d shared some coy smiles and he’d sent her and her friend drinks. He usually just sat on his bar stool for an hour each Friday and watched the cocktail crowd do their mingling and flirting. Then, he’d return home to his lovely wife and they’d talk about their day, occasionally going out to dinner together.
Tonight was a bit different though. His wife was out of town for a family function so he was left to his own devices. As new members of the Empty Nesters Club, they had more freedom to do what they want. In his wife’s case, take a trip down South. In his case, spend an extra hour or two at his Friday afternoon watering hole.
He had went outside the lounge to catch some fresh air for a couple of minutes when the beautiful woman he was flirting with followed him out and struck up a short but sweet conversation with him.
“Hello, generous stranger. Thanks for the drinks. My friend and I have enjoyed your attention from across the bar… By the way, my name is CaryAnn, but you can just call me Cary.” She extended her hand in the soft informal way that a lady does when she greets a potential suiter.
“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Cary. My name is Jason. I couldn’t help but notice that your accent has a touch of Southern charm attached to it. Not a common trait up here in the Northeast. Just where do you hail from?”
The woman smiled. “Indeed, you are observant. I am blessed to be a Carolina Girl. I have come up here to visit with a good friend and, perhaps, take in the natural sights of the surrounding area…” She paused near the end of her sentence and made an obvious attempt to scan him from head to toe, ending with a sultry look into his eyes. She finished with a wink.
“Well, I am flattered to have caught your attention. I would love to take in the natural sights and experiences of the Carolinas someday. I’m sure it is much more pleasant than anything you might experience up here. I do hope you enjoy yourself during your stay.”
She smiled and grabbed his wrist. As she did, she stepped up close enough that he could feel her breath. Her stiletto heels made it possible for her to speak softly into his ear…”I think you may be underestimating the pleasantries and sights around here and I intend to take advantage of them for the short time that I am here”. She then pressed a matchbook into the pam of his captured hand. Pressing forward a bit more, she brushed her lips to his earlobe. He could briefly feel her full breasts against his arm before she released his wrist and pirouetted back towards the door of the lounge. Just prior to opening the door, she briefly pulled up the back of her skirt... ever so briefly... displaying the tops of her stockings, a set of rose-colored garters, and a strong hint that she was not wearing any underwear. With a big smile and a wink, she disappeared back inside the bar as he stood silent.
That’s how he ended up standing by himself, looking at the message on a matchbook. He thought to himself, “This can’t be real. It’s gotta be a joke.” He thought back to a thousand stories he’d read or heard from his buddies. It was the kind of thing that just didn’t happen to him…or did it?
He returned to the bar, fully expecting to see “Cary” and her girlfriend still sitting in the stools at the opposite end of his usual spot. But they were gone, glasses empty and tips laid down.
He returned to “his spot” and sat down. The bartender brought his usual bourbon highball and he resumed watching the bar crowd do bar crowd things. Only this time, he had something else entirely on his mind. Lust, temptation, and forbidden desires that only happen outside of marriage… or so he was told. He’d never strayed from his wife. He always had had the scruples to stay away from such things. Sure, his mind would wander through various fantasies but this was something else entirely.
After finishing his drink, he felt just enough of a buzz to relook at the matchbook with an unwholesome intent. Fumbling with the matchbook, he eyed his wedding ring. He mouthed “fuck it” and started typing out a text on his phone. “-What are you doing right now and where can I find you?-”
He thought on it for a few minutes more and pushed the send arrow. “This is it”, he thought.
Within five minutes a reply came back, “-HYATT, ROOM 522, DON’T DAWDLE-“
"HOLY SHIT...This is happening….” He blurted out, hesitating slightly before waving down the bar tender to settle his tab. He left a bigger tip than he intended as he wandered towards the door and into the forbidden possibilities that lay ahead. His balls were tingling and his cock began to stir as he exited the bar. It took a moment in the cool night air before he realized that the Hyatt was next door. “How fucking convenient!” he giggled since he now realized that he was right on the edge of legal and “under the influence” if he had to drive anywhere.
“This is goddam serendipity!” he barked out loud, approaching the hotel lobby. Passing the customer service counter and the concierge’s desk, he made a beeline to the elevator. Pressing the button for the fifth floor, he fidgeted with his wedding ring the entire way up. He received another text as he entered the fifth floor hallway. Stopping to open it up, it revealed a close-up photo that appeared to be a woman’s vagina with very wet fingers inserted to the second knuckle. It was followed by a text, “-WHY AREN’T YOU HERE YET?”
Any thoughts of his wedding ring were instantly forgotten as he oriented himself to the hallway. His cock was rock hard. He pressed his hand to it and squeezed, searching for room 522 with a fevered pitch.
He had to calm down and compose himself before somebody called the police. He could see it in his mind, “Officer, there is a fifty year old maniac walking around looking at everyone’s door while squeezing his cock! Please do something!”
There is was. Room 522… soft music emanating from inside. As he thought about it, this was pure erotic fiction. And he was the subject of the story. He stepped up to the door and knocked… nothing.
He knocked again and the door opened. There she was. In all her glory. A light silk robe opened up revealing a skimpy rose colored demi-bra, garter belt, matching stockings, and a confirmation of what he witnessed before…. no panties. She was shaved clean except for a tiny tuft of hair just above her pussy. Still sporting those amazing high heeled shoes, he legs looked amazing and endless. Holding a half-filled glass of red wine in one hand, she grabbed his jacket lapel with the other and she pulled him into the hotel room. The door swung shut hard on its own accord.
She hurriedly consumed the glass of wine as she pulled him into the center of a very comfortable and stylish suite. Setting the empty glass on the nearest table, she turned to him and passionately kissed him on the mouth. He met her tongue as she pressed her lips hard into his. Without breaking their kiss, he did his best to throw off his jacket… he felt his shirt buttons popping from her ripping his shirt open as he tried to undo his tie. By the time he had fumbled over his knot and removed the expensive silk accoutrement, his shirt was pulled down over his arms and she had managed to push him to the bed. His arms were basically bound to his sides as he hit the mattress. Their kiss was broken by his rearward fall.
“Don’t move!” she commanded. He looked down long enough to feel his belt release and his pants get pulled down to his knees. She next wrangled his boxers down, pulling everything to his ankles. His cock was fully hard and exposed. Once her task of exposing his manhood was accomplished, she bent forward and engulfed the head of his dick. He tried to reach her hair with his partially confined hands and she slapped him hard across his face. “KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOUR SIDES AND DON’T… FUCKING… MOVE!”
Startled, he readily complied and she proceeded to engulf his entire cock…something his wife had never been able to accomplish. While he was no porn star, his dick was longer than average and very thick. Not an easy slab of flesh to deep throat… but CaryAnn was deep throating him like a pro. It didn’t take long for him to feel an orgasm building. As his balls started to tighten, she stopped…
His brain screamed, “FUCK! I’m soooo close! Why did she stop?”
She then kicked off her shoes and popped the clasps to her bra. CaryAnn crawled onto the bed and mounted him. Grabbing his cock, she guided it into her pussy, teasing him with tiny thrusts that only managed to torture him with the need to drive himself into her. She kept a tight grip on his member so that he couldn’t thrust all the way in. Looking into his eyes, she had a devious look that was both ornery and lustful at the same time. He could now touch her legs with his trapped hands and he dug his fingers into her calves before she released her hand and impaled her wet pussy with his engorged member. She was soaked from the excitement but it was still a tight fit. She had to work herself down onto the last bit.
Now he could thrust, and she met his every movement. The act was passionate and borderline violent and the sound of their moans and slapping sweaty skin permeated the air. This was pure animal lust for the pair. No love. Nothing sensitive and caring. Straight fucking.
CaryAnn began to feel an orgasm building and began fingering her clitoris. It was an act as savage as their fucking. His orgasm hit like a brick. He couldn’t have stopped thrusting if his life depended on it. Spraying her insides with his cum, he felt waves of intense pleasure rack his entire body. As she felt his release, hers followed shortly after his first spurt. She continued fucking his spent cock with wild abandon as she felt a second then a third wave smash her body. Finally spent, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his as passionately as she had done when they first kissed.
Soaked with sweat, she slowed her movements down until all she could feel was the spasms inside her ravaged pussy… she then relaxed on top of him and started to exchange sweet kisses that only come after a very satisfying sexual experience.
“I think I love you, Stranger”.
“I sure fucking hope so. I gotta take you back home in the morning so we can get ready for the Cook girl’s wedding! Before I forget to tell you, Congrats on the deep throat action! I am very fucking impressed! BTW, what did you do with Lindsay, after y’all left?”
“I’m over here, ya fucking old perverts!” my wife’s friend responded. “I’ve been video-taping this whole thing for your lovely wife. You guys are so damn hot… if you’re into that whole old people fucking thing. Do you guys mind if I leave now or do you require more cinematography of your naughty parts? ”
Becky, no longer known as CaryAnn, responded with mock indignity, “You may go now, young lady. I hope you are not permanently scarred by the debauchery that you have witnessed!”
As her friend was leaving, she laughed and pulled Becky’s wig off of her head. “I’m taking this with me. If I get laid half as well as you just did using this wig, I’m giving up the blond life!”
The husband and wife talked for a while and then made love again, at a slower pace prior to falling asleep in each other’s arms wondering what adventures lay ahead for two empty nesters still exploring their love for one another.
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