Study Break
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She wakes up as she does every morning and heads straight for the coffee pot. As she pours her coffee she hears a knock at the door. Wondering who in the world could be there at 6 in the morning, she throws on her robe and heads to answer it only to find there was a beige envelope sealed with a crescent stamp and hanging from her doorknob by a single pink ribbon. Curiously she removes the envelope from her doorknob and looks around suspiciously in an effort to find the person who left this message. She returns to her coffee and settles onto the couch where she would open it and find what was the beginning of what would turn out to be the most sensual and intimate day of her life. She reads…
I have dreamt of your sweet juices for an eternity, waiting
for a time such as this. If I have sparked your interest await
further instructions. Make no plans for the weekend, for this
should be set aside for a weekend of tantalizing erotica.
I promise you will not be disappointed.
There is no signature, no postmark, or any other identifying marks…however she knows just who wanted her this badly. As she wanted and desired his taste and flavor on occasion as well. Up till this point however she’d never been one to give into such temptation. She’d always been the one, in fact, to be repulsed by the type man who would go behind his wife’s back just to simply fuck another. However, with him she wants so badly to give into that he makes sound so appealing and erotic. She has never quite been as attracted to anyone as much as she is to him. Could she do this though, no matter how badly she wanted to? Could she break another woman’s heart the way her heart had been broken so many times? Sure he tells her that his wife is such a bitch, but then he says nothing. He won’t lie to her, she knows he won’t. So they say nothing, nothing of importance. He feels at times that she is leading him on, but she’s not. She is attempting to talk herself into giving in to him. She knows their sex would be amazing, no doubting that. He is one of few that she maintains her attraction for. He is intelligent, attractive, funny…not like the rest. He has an exciting side, but why did he show up at this point in her life. The point where she is trying to calm her life down be a good, moral person. Becoming this woman terrifies her; disgust her, yet it allures her as well.
After she runs through the many, many thoughts and possibilities she finally decides to go out on a limb and try it. Try being “that woman.” Throughout the day she blows off thoughts of it all being a set up to humiliate and embarrass her, thoughts that she would never be desired by such an educated man. She never has, why should it begin now? She continues through her lunch hour to silently debate her adequacy. Would she, could she be there for him the way he wanted and needed sexually? Would his please be her delight? After lunch the day seemed to fly by and she was continuously consumed with her thoughts, desires, and dread for the night to come. Late that afternoon as she approached her car she saw another beige envelope sealed again with the crescent stamp, this time slid in front of the drivers side window. She grabs the note and looks around frantically for him as she unlocks her car. Inside she opens the envelope and reads…
No need to pack, you’ll have everything you need.
Go to the Inn and give the front desk clerk your last
name. They will have something for you. Prepare
for complete sensual bliss.
She nervously drives to the parking lot of the local Inn. Almost backs out at the very last minute. How could she let the opportunity pass by, eventually she knows he will become bored and aggravated with her inability to decide what she wants. Plagued by her choices she decides to enter, basically she has given up on the constant battle between what she wants and what is right. As she approaches the front desk clerk he, the clerk, recognizes her. He hand her the key to room #22 and another envelope. The note inside reads quite simply…”Go on up and get comfortable. This night is yours and yours alone.”
As she enters her room she notices a red heart shaped box of chocolates on the pillow and a beautifully wrapped box in pink paper with a large red ribbon and bow. There is music playing in the background, a Tracy Chapman album she believes. White wine, her favorite movie, pizza and another envelope are all on the table next to the window. This note stated even more simple than the last…”Soak in your bath and relax. When you are finished open the gift and watch your movie if you’d like.” She did just that. She sat in the tub for what seemed like hours and hours on end only recovering from her relaxation to refill her wine glass once or twice. Finally as her fingers were pasty, wrinkled, and white she decided to emerge from her bath and see what was left for her in the gift box on the bed. She wrapped her drenched body with the soft white towel lying on the side of the tub and immediately went to the foot of the bed where she sat to open her gift. She slowly untied the bow on the gift and raised the top of the box off.
Under some genteelly placed tissue paper was the most beautiful black silk baby doll lingerie. It was trimmed in pink with a pink bow opening in the front and matching panties. After drying off, she slid into her new nigh tie and took a glance at herself in the mirror. She felt like she was the most beautiful and desired woman in existence. Men always did that for her, when they were there and things were good she forgot about all the sacrifices she was making that she never wanted to make in the first place. She was beautiful though, and she knew it. Grabbing the wine glass and bottle she retreated to the bed where she would remain throughout her movie. She knew she’d have to be nearly drunk to actually go through with this and she thought he knew to, isn’t that what all this is about she thought to herself. Snacking on pizza and wine she lie silently still on the queen size bed watching her movie attempting to put all thoughts of promiscuity out of her mind.
At some point she must have dozed off because she awoke to a knock at the door. Taking a moment to resurface she noticed it was merely 9 p.m. and the credits were scrolling by on the television set. Instantly she felt the butterflies in her tummy emerge as she approached the door. Pausing for a moment before answering she hears his quiet voice calling to her from the other side of the doorway asking her to open the door for him. Very slowly she unlocks and opens the door for him. He was tall and very handsome, always smiling (and that was very important to her). Standing in the doorway of Room #22 though, he was not smiling.
Instead his face bears somewhat of a serious and passionate look, as if he has waited for this one small moment with her for a very long time. Both of their eyes said that they were the only two people in the world, no one else existed at this point in their lives (at least for a time). For this brief moment there was a long pause as if they were both running over the sacrifice and consequence they would later face. They knew this was exactly what they had made it and it would never change from one mere night of passion and ecstasy to anything else.
As if there were no thoughts of backing out he immediately took over in his masculine decent, shutting the door and leading her by her hand to the bed. No words uttered by either. As they stood at the foot of the bed she’d so silently rested on moments before they shared the most intense and passionate kiss either of them had ever experienced. She slowly unbuttoned his pants and sat at the foot of the bed that was still wet with the bath water that ran from her body earlier in the night.
He removed his shirt and crawled onto her body as she slowly moved upward to rest her head on the pillow. He genteelly kissed the nape of her neck and lobes of her ears as she gazed into his soul from afar. She, holding to his body tightly, could not get enough of his kisses. She grew hot and wet with every move he made, only anticipating what was yet to come. He wanted inside her and would not think of slowing the process. They had wanted this far too long from one another. Neither would think of prolonging their curious desires any longer. As she lied on her back holding to his hair and feeling every texture and curve of his body, he kissed her from head to toe neglecting nothing. As he licked around her belly button he took her panties gently in his fingertips. As he kissed her hips and thighs he slowly slide them from her body. When he finally reaches her ankles with her panties he removes them from her body one last time as well his own pants. He crawls slowly back on top of her kissing every nook and cranny of her body. She feels his hair and body as a child would his first unfamiliar texture. Erotic bliss only on each of their faces, nothing else crosses their mind besides pleasing the other.
He once again reaches her lips with his kisses, intensely embracing the pillow her head rest upon he slowly slides deep inside her and then ever so slowly all the way back out. His dick barely touching her clitoris, the deeply back inside, and out again. A few more times of slowly inside and out of her they both grow hungry for more. She, grabbing his bottom, pushes him hard inside her. She longs for him to be inside her, deep inside her. He moves more and more rapid until she can taste his sweat dripping from his chest. He rolls her over on top of him; leaning back she braces herself with his legs as she rides his cock smooth and sweet. He caresses her breast at times and holds onto her hips at others with his left hand as he stimulates her clitoris with his right. He rises up and nibbles on her breast and she hugs onto him leaning forward as he lies back down on the pillow.
She can hear the pleasure in his moans almost as if he were having multiple orgasms already. His eyes are rolling and having a difficult time focusing on her as she grinds her pelvis against his cock. She can feel the sweat and hair on his chest in her fingers as she begins to climax. The throbbing of his cock she can now feel in her clitoris. Louder and louder they moan, both holding themselves back until the other reaches their climax. Finally she cannot fight it any longer. As he feels her cum onto him he is grows infinitely aroused at which point he reaches the most beautiful level of erotic bliss he has ever been able to reach.
She knows that while he holds her now, it is all over this weekend. It will be the last; they now have fulfilled their curiosity for one another. In a way, she is sad for she has no one to go home to. On the other had she is relieved for the same reason. When she looks back there will be many thing she will remember adventure, intimacy, and regret. Most of all she will remember that there is no “what if,” left here to remember.
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