11 Sep 2015
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It was a somewhat chilly and windy Wednesday afternoon and after an all day meeting, I stood in the bar that was open to the hotel lobby and surveyed the people arriving and departing through the main entrance. Not having had a woman since the previous weekend, I watched with some interest the women passing through the lobby. So far none of them warranted more than a cursory look. Then I saw her coming through the doors from the outside.
She was tall with long dark blonde hair. My eyes were drawn to her as she stopped just inside the entrance to put down her small suitcase and combination hand bag/briefcase so she could unbutton her coat. She looked to be about my age, around forty, and had a very striking face, almost Nordic, with an inviting smile and high cheek bones capped by large sparkling blue eyes. She picked up her bags and headed for the front desk.
I watched with interest as she had a short exchange with a member of the front desk staff who checked his computer screen, answered some questions, had a bellman take her bag, and then pointed her toward the lobby bar where I stood transfixed by the sight of her. She took off her coat and headed my way. As she walked toward me, I admired her slim and fit body. Under her black open front suit jacket was a straight black skirt which showed off her magnificent long legs to full advantage and a close fitting white blouse with ruffles down the front which encased medium sized firm breasts.
As she approached, she noticed me watching her and gave me an appraising look accompanied by a quick friendly smile, which brought heat to my loins and made my cock twitch and start to rise. As she passed by me, she averted her eyes as she noticed where the booths were and headed for a small one in a back corner of the bar. I watched as she sat on the banquette facing me at the rear of the booth and deposited her things on one of the extra chairs. She studied the drink menu, then nodded to the waiter who took her order. When he left to get her drink, she looked in my direction and saw me still watching her. She didn't quickly look away as I expected, but gazed at me for a few seconds with an odd look, then gave her attention to the waiter as he poured her glass of white wine at the bar, then brought it to her.
I took my own glass of wine from where I had set it on the bar and made my way towards her. As I approached, she positioned her left hand so her wedding rings were in plain view. As I got to her table, she gave me a wry smile and said, "Before you say anything, I should tell you I'm married." I smiled and replied, "That makes two of us. May I join you?" Without waiting for a reply, I sat on the chair facing her and put my wineglass down on the table between us.
She chuckled and said "You're very forward and sure of yourself, since I didn't say you could join me." I offered to leave but she said, "No, you're already here, and it will amuse me to see how you're going to proceed, but let me warn you, I have no intention of going to your room and being unfaithful to my husband." I was already enjoying this verbal sparing between us and felt that, even if I could not change her declared intention, it would be a fun interlude in what probably would be an otherwise dull evening.
I asked her what she was doing at the hotel and found out she had been away from home for three days visiting clients, had just arrived here by plane, and had local meetings the next two days. We then went on to other things. She turned out to be an intelligent and very interesting conversationalist, and I was enjoying very much talking with her. After a while, I noticed she was responding in kind to my occasional risqué verbal forays. By this time, our wine glasses were empty and I ordered a bottle of the same wine she was drinking to share as we continued talking.
I soon steered the conversation to her personal life and asked about her marriage and husband. She told me they had been married for 19 years, he was a successful businessman, and she had returned to her career four years previously when the children became teenagers. I asked if she was happy in her marriage. She deflected my question by asking if I was happy in mine. I told her I was very happy in my marriage and my wife was a wonderful wife, mother, and lover, but, after making love to her for the many years of our marriage, sex between us had become a bit stale and I wanted a new and exciting experience.
She looked at me and said, "I've already told you I have no intention of being unfaithful to my husband." I responded with, "Assuming you don't already have a lover, tell me truthfully, after making love to your husband for the past 19 years, don't you look at other men and wonder what it would be like to have another man in your bed." She replied a bit put out, "If it weren't for the wine making me a bit tipsy, I would get up and leave right now, but I'll confess that you're right. I do look at other men sometimes and imagine what it would be like, but not going there is the price one pays for a successful marriage."
I let her rejoinder hang in the air for a few moments, then gently covered her hand with mine and gazed into her eyes. She started to pull her hand away, then changed her mind when I gripped it a bit tighter. I then said in a low voice, "Let's go to my room. No one need know except you and I." She replied, "You're making the assumption that I find you attractive and will go to bed with you." I smiled as I responded, "You can't deny there's an attraction between us that started when you noticed me watching you as you made your way here from the front desk. And it continued when you didn't demand I leave when I very presumptuously sat down here with you." She smiled at me in a knowing way as I continued, "We've both been away from our spouses for several nights and I assume you have spent those nights without benefit of a warm companion in bed - I know I have."
She sat silently looking at me for some moments, then softly repeated she couldn't allow herself to be unfaithful. I told her it was obvious we were attracted to each other, that I found her very desirable, and wanted desperately to spend the night with her making love. She silently pondered this for a minute or two as she stared with downcast eyes at my hands covering hers. When she finally raised her eyes to mine, I could see she had decided. Silently, I stood, gathered up her things, and held out my hand to her. She shyly stared at my outstretched hand for a few seconds, then slowly rose and allowed me to guide her to the lobby lift. In the empty car on the way up, I gently pulled her against me, then slowly kissed her. She resisted a bit at first, then relented and, by the time we arrived at my floor, she was returning my kisses.
Once in the room, I put her things on a chair and led her to the foot of the bed. I gazed passionately into her eyes, then pulled her slowly into me, molding our bodies together. She placed both her hands flat against my chest, as if to put a barrier between us. I nuzzled my face in the bend of her neck and breathed in her sweet smell. I ran my hands slowly up and down her back, then down over her bum and kneaded her cheeks, gently pulling her tighter into me and letting her feel my growing erection. She looked up at me guiltily and said, "We really shouldn't be doing this." But there was no conviction in her voice.
I lowered my mouth to hers again and slowly ran the tip of my tongue along her slightly open lips, gently kissing her steadily. She soon opened her lips and I felt the tip of her tongue meet mine. We deepened our kiss and she welcomed my tongue into her mouth. Soon our tongues were dancing and darting against each other as our passion rose.
Her arms found their way around my neck and her fingers combed through my hair. By this time, her breathing had became somewhat ragged and her mouth was plundering mine with deep French kisses. My passion was rising also and I placed my hands over her breasts and caressed them through her clothing. They were firm and enticing, and I could feel her nipples begin to harden under my touch. I couldn't wait to feel them in the flesh.
I soon suggested we get undressed. She shyly agreed and we began to remove our clothes. We kicked off our shoes and, as she slowly removed her blouse and skirt, I looked away as I rapidly stripped down to my boxers. When I got to that point, I looked up and saw she had stopped undressing in order to watch me.
I approached and said, "No fair letting me get so far ahead of you. Do you need some help?" Without waiting for a response, I reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and slowly pushed the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. The cups remained encasing her breasts. I stared at them for a few seconds with lust in my eyes, then slowly pulled the bra cups away from her very firm breasts.
Her nipples were already hard and elongated with arousal. She moaned with passion when I cupped both breasts in my hands and lovingly caressed them. She then gasped in surprise when I gently pinched her nipples, then rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers. Her head snapped back and she moaned with passion. When I increased the pressure of my fingers rolling her nipples, she cried out, "Oh, my God. Keep doing that!", as she started to rhythmatically thrust her hips into mine.
I soon moved my mouth to her nipples and sucked them as I used my hands to slide her skirt and knickers over her bum and down her legs. She impatiently kicked them away and we began thrusting our bodies into each other, hips grinding, and hands touching and probing each other's intimate parts. As our mutual lust rose, she whispered "Use your mouth and fingers to make me come."
As I quickly removed my boxers, she sat on the edge of the bed and lay back. I knelt on the floor in front of her, raised her open legs over my shoulders, and paused momentarily at the sight of her beautiful pussy framed by thin blonde hair. I parted her slit and held it open with my thumbs, as I ran my tongue up and down along it while deeply inhaling her wonderful scent. I could feel her hips undulate against my mouth when I shifted my tongue to her hardening clit.
As I continued licking her slit, her breathing became extremely ragged and was interspersed with moans and gasps. I increased the pressure and speed of my tongue on her clit, and sucked with my lips. She soon cried out in passion and came hard and long, her hips quivering and jerking in sexual release. I continued licking as the waves of orgasm rolled over her and then slowly subsided.
I remained kneeling and staring with lust at her womanhood lying open and vulnerable before me as she recovered her composure, then began gently exploring her slit with my fingers. When she responded with gentle hip movements, I inserted two fingers and stroked them in and out, exploring her cavern. When her sudden gasps told me I had found her G-spot, I concentrated my finger tips there and her panting increased. After a while, I placed the thumb of my other hand firmly over her clit and rapidly rubbed it. Within a few seconds, she climaxed again with a series of loud gasps, her hips rising and pushing hard against my hands. When her orgasm finally subsided, she begged, "Take me, take me now! I need to feel you in me! Oh God, fuck me!"
We moved up into the center of the bed and she lay back down, raising her knees and opening her legs for me. I climbed between them and, at her insistence, thrust my rock hard cock up her in a single thrust. She quickly wrapped her arms around my upper back, raised her legs, knees bent, on either side of my waist, and cried out, "Do me hard and deep! Fuck me hard!" I immediately complied and pounded into her, taking her violently. As I did so, she thrust her hips up into me matching my rhythm and urged me on with repeated cries of, "Fuck me hard!" It was as if she was out of her mind with need.
We continued for some minutes until she plunged over the edge and screamed out her orgasm in long, drawn out gasps of intense sexual release. I continued to pound into her and felt my own climax rapidly rising in me until I flooded her pussy with my cum. Still up her, I collapsed on her spent body and held her tightly in my arms, giving her slow thrusts of my cock together with multiple kisses of gratitude for the astounding experience we had just shared. It took awhile before we regained our senses and my cock finally softened and fell out of her drenched pussy. We cuddled with our bodies entwined in each other and enjoyed a long post coital snuggling.
After a while, we realized we were famished and ate a room service dinner, after which we slept for a few hours, then had each other again, this time with her on top. From our mutual loud cries of climax, I'm sure the occupants of the room next door knew very well what we were doing. When we were again cuddling each other, we giggled about the noise and hoped they were encouraged to follow our example, but we never found out.
We had each other twice more during the remainder of the night, and then a final time in the morning when I pounded her from behind to a screaming orgasm. We agreed that neither of us had had such a prolonged and erotic night in a very long time.
She was an incredible sexual partner that night, extremely eager and enthusiastic, totally lustful without any pretense or inhibitions, easily achieved her orgasms, and satisfied me completely. One of the best parts was the way she would look at me with lust before each 'session', and appreciation afterward.
In the morning after our last love bout, we both had to get ready for work. As we reluctantly dressed preparatory to going down to breakfast in the hotel dining room, she asked, "Did the kids stay with my mum and dad for the night?" "Yes," I replied, "and your mum will drop them off at school this morning." "Good," she replied, "otherwise we wouldn't have been able to have our 'date night' last night when I returned from my travel." I gazed at her lovingly and said, "I love doing date nights with you, and they certainly spice up our marriage!" My wife hugged and kissed me in agreement, and we both were smiling broadly as we left the room.