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It’s three on Friday afternoon, and I am losing my mind with boredom at work. I’m ready for the weekend and my favorite Friday treat. For the past two weeks, I’ve had a standing date at the Hilton DoubleTree hotel with my new lover. I’m lucky to have a friend to cover for me. I tell my parents I’m at her place, and they don’t ask any questions.
Unfortunately, I can’t stay with him all night because he has to get home by eight. I’ve gotten used to him dropping by my office on Friday to give me the hotel room number. Whichever one he tells me becomes my new favorite number. We can’t go to my place because I still live with my parents, thanks to the crap pay I make at the job where I met my lover. We can’t go to his place because he has a wife and kid at home.
That may make us sound like horrible people, but he still loves his wife and kid. He’s committed to them. He provides for them. His wife just doesn’t appreciate him like I do. She doesn’t appreciate his body like he deserves.
If I were her, I’d be eager to crawl into bed with him. I’d want that body every night. He tells me they don’t have sex very often. She blames the kid, but he suspects it's something else. Either way, he has needs, and I’m willing and able to meet them.
We work at a law office. He’s a lawyer, and I’m in the marketing department. I’ve had the hots for him since my first day a few months ago, but he took a little longer to come around. I'm a bit younger than him, but I'm not exactly sure how much. I'm twenty-three, and I'd bet he's in his late twenties to mid-thirties. I'm probably not that much younger than his wife, though.
At 3:15, I look up when I hear the door to the lobby open. I’m sitting at the front desk with my friend Elle, keeping her company and working on my laptop. James walks in, looking like sin. I can’t help but imagine what I’m going to do to him tonight. He wears a powder blue suit with an orange striped tie. He smiles and his ginger whiskers move around his luscious lips. He runs his fingers through his hair. I’ve gotta say, it’s one of his best features. I’d never been with a redhead before, but I love everything about it. Not only is he good in bed, he looks good in bed. He looks good anywhere, but I prefer him in bed. He saunters over to the counter. Elle turns and gives me a quick wink.
“Yes?” she says.
“Do you have a sticky note and a pen?”
“I do.”
She grabs a pad and pen and hands them to him. He looks over at me, and I melt under his gaze. He winks as he jots something down.
He peels off the sticky note and holds it out to me. “Here you go,” he says nonchalantly.
I take it from him. Then he turns and walks away. I hate when he leaves, but I love to watch him go. Elle clears her throat, drawing my attention back to the matter at hand. Or rather, the matter in hand.
“What’cha got there? The winning lotto numbers?”
I grin. It sure feels like it. Written there on the paper in James’ beautiful scrawl is the number 213. I know where I’ll be.
The rest of the day passes like molasses. I don’t see James again. At five on the dot, I gather up my things and walk out to my car. The hotel is right around the corner from the office, so I don’t have to wait long to be with him. I find a spot in the parking lot where I’m not visible from the street.
I reach into my backseat for my change of clothes and gasp when I realize I forgot them. But I’m wearing leggings and a t-shirt. I mean, not for long, but I still like to look nice for James when we meet up. To make matters worse, I noticed a hole in the upper thigh of my leggings earlier today. I’ll have to get out of these clothes as soon as I step into the room. Then he won’t have anything to complain about.
I walk inside, where I’m greeted by the sprawling lobby of cream-colored furniture and decorative pillars. I amble up to the front desk.
“Hello,” the lady greets me. “Do you have a reservation?”
“Yes. It’s room 213.”
Her smile falters. “Can I get the name, please?”
Of course! My name!
I give her my alias. “Mindy Pine.”
“All right, Mrs. Pine. It looks like your room is ready. Let me get that key for you.”
She turns around to get the key. I wonder if James is here yet. We always arrive and leave separately. He pays with cash, and we use aliases. I’m Mindy Pine, and he’s Eric Pine.
The lady hands me my key, and I head for the elevator. I’m hoping to get there first, so I can be laying naked on the bed when he walks in. I bet he’ll like that.
When I get off the elevator, I walk down the hall to room 213. I swipe the key card and step inside. The bathroom door is closed, and I hear the water running. James must’ve beat me here. Oh, well. I can still be on the bed when he comes out.
I take a few steps towards the bed when the bathroom door opens.
“Oh, good. You’re here,” he says.
I turn around to face him. I give him a shy smile. “I was going to surprise you.”
“That’d be kind of hard since I was expecting you.”
“No, I mean-“
He closes the distance between us and presses his lips to mine. I sigh and melt into his body. His arms wrap around me, and I run my fingers through his soft hair. His stubble scratches my face, and I moan when he bites my lip. After a moment, he breaks away.
“I’m sorry. You were saying?”
I giggle. “It’s nothing. I’m sorry about my clothes.”
He looks me over. “What’s wrong with them?” He smirks. “Other than that you’re still wearing them.”
“I meant to change, but I forgot. My leggings got a hole in them, and-“
“A hole? Where?”
“In-between my legs.”
“Hmm. Sit down on the bed.”
I back up a few feet and take a seat on the edge of the king bed. He stands in front of me and spreads my legs. I feel a tingling in my core. I need him.
After a few seconds, he finds the hole and touches it with his finger. It’s on my upper inner thigh.
“This?”
I nod. It’s all I can do. I’m basically speechless when he touches me.
“You can just get a new pair,” he says.
I nod again.
“Good. So you won’t mind if I do this.”
He pushes his finger through the hole, making it bigger. Then he takes his finger out and tugs at the fabric with his thumbs. It comes undone and rips open. He keeps pulling until my wet panties are exposed.
“There,” he says, sounding satisfied. “I like them better this way.”
I suck in a breath as he brushes his fingers over the fabric of my underwear. “I see you’re already wet for me.”
I force myself to form words. “The anticipation is killing me.”
He smirks. “I won’t make you wait much longer.”
He rubs his fingers against my core through my underwear. I thrust my hips to meet his motions. Moans escape my lips.
Suddenly, he pulls my underwear to the side and runs his fingers in-between my folds, coating them in my juices. He looks up and our eyes meet. His brown eyes bore into my hazel ones. My chest heaves as I struggle to catch my breath.
Without warning, he drills two fingers inside me. I squeal, the pleasure quickly overriding the pain. My walls stretch to receive his fingers as he pumps them in and out. After a moment, his thumb finds my throbbing clit. I moan when he puts pressure on it, rubbing in circles.
He never breaks eye contact. It’s like our eyes are making love. He rises up and kisses me, while his fingers keep pumping into me mercilessly and deliciously. He captures my lips with his. With his free hand, he reaches behind my back and unhooks my bra. We break the kiss long enough for me to take off my shirt and let my bra fall onto the bed.
His lips kiss down my neck until they reach my perky nipples. He takes one in his mouth and sucks it gently. He tweaks the other with his thumb. He switches back and forth, and I’m in bliss. I tilt my head back and moan. Before long, his lips are back on my neck, teasing the spot that he knows drives me wild.
“Fuck me,” I mutter.
“What?” he asks.
I moan in response.
“What did you say?”
I answer him between breaths. “I…said…fuck…me.”
He puts his lips to my ear and gently sucks my earlobe. “What’s the magic word?” he asks, his hot breath sending a shiver down my spine.
My next word comes out as a whimper. “Please.”
He pulls his fingers out of me abruptly. I groan at the loss of his touch.
He smirks. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”
He reaches down and undoes his belt and the button and zipper of his pants. I slide off the bed onto my knees and pull his pants and underwear down.
His cock jumps up to greet me.
“Well, hello, my ginger prince.”
His hefty five-inch dick feels warm and hard in my hands.
“I’ve missed you.”
“He’s missed you, too.”
I look up at James and frown. “Wifey didn’t put out this week?”
He shakes his head.
“What a fool,” I say.
I run my hand up and down his cock, feeling it throb. He grunts when I take it in my mouth and run my tongue over his tip.
“Fuck,” he mumbles.
He weaves his fingers in my hair and guides my head as I bob on his cock. He knows I have a bad gag reflex, so he doesn’t force himself deeper. I know how to work with what I’ve got, though. Plus, he knows he’ll be in my pussy soon.
After a couple of minutes, I can tell he’s getting close. But I don’t want him to cum. I want that when he’s fucking me.
I bite down ever so gently, signaling that I’m ready to stop. He knows that if he doesn’t pull out, I’ll bite harder. He steps back, and his still-hard cock slides out of my mouth.
“Why’d you stop?” he whines.
I stifle a laugh. This fierce and intimidating lawyer becomes putty in my hands. Or, should I say, mouth.
“Go get a condom,” I tell him.
He smirks and kneels to pull his wallet out of his pants. I keep telling him not to put it there in case his wife sees it, but he insists he has a story if she does. He’ll just tell her he was gonna surprise her by meeting her for lunch and having a quickie.
If he doesn’t hurry, we’ll have to settle for a quickie. A few moments later, he stands back up with his cock at the ready, sheathed in latex protection. Neither of us mind using a condom. At least, I’ve never heard him complain. After all, we really can’t risk a pregnancy. It’s just not worth it to go bareback.
I lean against the bed nonchalantly. “Take me however you want me.”
He sits down on the bed and pats his thigh. “How about in my lap?”
I smile. “Sounds good to me.”
I turn to face him and hover just over his lap.
“You’re really gonna tease me some more?”
I shrug. “Maybe a little.”
He pulls me down by my hips until his dick is pressed up against my core.
“How about I tease you?”
With his hand, he guides his dick along my folds. I moan and thrust my hips.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he says. “Not yet.”
He slaps his dick against my clit a few times, sending waves of pleasure up my body. I groan in frustration.
“You can dish it, but you can’t take it?”
“Can we call it even?” I whine.
He shrugs. “Yeah, okay.”
I sigh in relief. I push myself up enough for him to angle his dick at my entrance. He pushes through my folds, but stops short of entering me. Instead, he runs his cock up and down between my folds until his tip is wet with my juices.
Then, without warning, he plunges into me. I gasp as he fills me up, stretching my walls to accommodate him. I bite my lip and stare into his eyes as he moves my hips up and down.
He furrows his brows and sucks on his lip. A soft moan escapes his mouth. I brace myself with one hand on his shoulder. I put my other hand on his chest, tangling my fingers in his chest hair.
He continues to guide my hips so I slide up and down on his dick. I hear my pussy slapping against the base of his cock. With each thrust, he hits new spots inside of me, sending waves of pleasure out from my core.
He takes one hand off my hip and finds my clit with his thumb, rubbing it firmly in circles. I tilt my head back and moan. I feel his warm lips closing around my nipple. He flicks it with his tongue and then sucks on it.
I try to put my legs together, which just makes my walls clench down on his dick. He moans and releases my nipple. He moves his other hand back to my hip and lifts me up as high as he can before slamming back into me. I yelp at the sensation.
Suddenly, he lifts me off of him, turns me around, and tosses me onto the bed on my back. Then he grabs my legs, pulls me toward him, and wraps my legs around his waist.
He thrusts into me, and I feel it throughout my whole body. I pull him in deeper, loving how he feels inside of me. It feels so good, like he belongs there. He keeps thrusting, going deeper each time.
With his hands freed up, he focuses one on my clit and one on my breast. He’s always so good at making sure I finish, too.
“Fuck me,” I squeal.
He smirks. “That’s what I’m doing, babe.”
After a few more minutes of this, I’m on the edge. So is James. He thrusts a couple of more times before I feel him twitch. He cums in the condom, and the warmth extends to my walls. He doesn’t stop rubbing my clit until I come undone.
I cum right as he pulls out of me. Both breathing heavily, he collapses next to me on the bed.
“That was amazing,” he says breathlessly.
“Oh, yeah,” I agree.
He stands up, and I assume he’s going to the bathroom to clean up. I decide to just lay there until he’s done. A moment later, I feel his hot breath on my core. I look down and see his head between my legs. He smiles up at me.
“I thought I’d clean up my mess.”
“I appreciate that,” I say as he runs his tongue over my folds.
I feel his stubble against my core as he licks me up and down, digging in with his tongue. He shifts his focus between sucking my clit and sticking his tongue inside me.
He holds onto my thighs as they shake uncontrollably. He laps up my juices only to create more with his tantalizing tongue. My breath comes in shudders until he finishes. The wave of my second orgasm washes over me. He licks his thumb and runs it over my clit one last time before standing up and walking to the bathroom.
I watch his tight, toned ass as he walks away. Next time, I want a better view of that.
I’m so relaxed that I almost drift off to sleep while he showers. When the bathroom door opens sometime later, I open my eyes. He steps out in a towel and walks over to me.
“Your turn, princess,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me up.
I give him a quick kiss and head to the bathroom.
“Wait,” he says.
I turn back around. “Yes?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to look at you one last time.”
“Are you leaving already?”
He usually waits until we’re both cleaned up. Sometimes he’ll even pick us up some dinner.
“Sorry, but I gotta. My wife texted me and said the baby isn’t feeling well.”
I look down at the floor. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
He walks over to me and tilts my chin up with his thumb. “Don’t be.” He kisses my forehead. “It’s not your fault.”
He tucks my hair behind my ear and leans in for a kiss. His lips envelope mine, and his tongue slips into my mouth. My tongue tangles with his. His stubble tickles my face, and I run my fingers through his damp hair.
I can tell that he washed my taste out of his mouth. I can’t blame him. I can’t leave any trace. He’ll probably go him and kiss his wife. I try to push this thought out of my head as he continues to kiss me like there’s no one else.
When he finally steps away, I force a smile. “I’ll see you Monday.”
He smiles. “Have a good shower.” He gives my ass a light tap.
I turn and walk to the bathroom, not looking back. As the warm water cascades over my body, I’m filled with the familiar gloom that comes after our trysts together.
I always enjoy being with him. But when it’s over, I’m reminded that I’m just his dirty little secret. He doesn’t love me. He won’t leave his wife and child for me. I don’t even want him to.
I wish this really was no strings attached. Of course, I had to be stupid and catch feelings for him. That just means it’ll hurt even more when he dumps me like an old cup of coffee.
He may not choose me every day, but he chose me today and last week and the week before that. That has to mean something, right? Or maybe he just really enjoys sleeping with me. I can’t blame him. He’s pretty dang good in bed, too. I’ll be okay if that’s all this ever is. It’s a heck of a lot more than I ever thought I’d have.
Makenna
- 09.10.2021
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