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Once a married woman used m
Once a married woman used me-- and we never went all the way, and I never regretted it. Because she was so hungry that seeing her satisfied with what she wanted, for that evening, was enough.
To describe myself, I'm a tall, blond, 27-year-old man. I was married too, of course, hanging out with friends at a hotel bar when my wife was out of town. Somehow we ended up dancing with these women from a major technology company in San Diego who were staying at the hotel, and one woman in particular caught my eye. Joni was a petite, muscular blond, with short hair- a fetish of mine. And as we danced, she kept moving closer, once even biting my chest. And I was doomed, my friends, because if I have a type it was her: smart, talkative, in excellent shape, and that hair.
We spoke in slow dances as the evening wore on. She was married, like I was, she said. She was 38, twelve years older than I was. She was married to a man she loved but was not excited by. She was scared to be saying all of this. And I promised her, if she gave me her hotel room number, that I only wanted to explore her. She didn't believe me- but she gave me the number anyway. And I made up my mind. For tonight, it would be about her. Finding out what excited her, and doing it.
I got to her hotel at 3:30, and knocked on her hotel room door, half-wondering if she wouldn't answer. But a few seconds later the door opened, and there she stood, looking sleepy, and as I watched her leaning there in her black teddy and diamond tennis bracelet, I caught a strong waft of rosewater. "I took a long bubble bath. I didn't think you'd come. I can't believe you're here."
Joni led me inside her swank room and offered me a drink. I declined, and went to stand with her by the window. Her body was rock hard, and she shivered as I came up behind her, my chest against her shoulderblades. I kissed her neck and the line of her short, golden hair, and she leaned forward, hands on the window, as I ran my hands up her sides, over her stomach, up to her breasts. "I want to explore you," I whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe lightly as I ran my fingers over her nipples.
I led Joni over to the two beds, and sat on the bed across from the one she had been sleeping in. As she stared at me, I slipped off my shoes. She was sitting on her bed, leaning on her elbow, still staring. I left my clothes on, joined her on the bed barefoot. I caressed her stomach some more, and leaned over her as she said again, "I can't believe you're here. I thought you wouldn't come. I don't usually"
And I was kissing her neck and she went silent, her eyes closing. "You don't have to stop talking," I said.
"Yes I do."
"I won't do anything you don't want to. We don't even have to go all the way," I said, feeling like a kid in school.
"No lies, no crossies, no nothing?"
"No lies, no crossies, no nothing."
Kissing her neck and chest, I ran my hand down her stomach, and she arched her back as I clasped her thigh, reaching down to unbutton the crotch of her teddy. "Ooooh," she moaned, as I kissed her ear, sliding my hand over her pussy, cupping it. I lightly strummed my fingers over her clit, but suddenly she was kissing me back, hungrily, and I heard her growl, "No, here," and she took my fingers, her body churning, slamming my two middle fingers deep inside her. "Oooo goddd, yes," she said, between kisses, and I started moving my fingers around inside her, sliding them in and out. "Faster," she panted, kissing my chest, and I started pumping my fingers, my hand slapping against her pussy, and already she was shaking.
"I want to taste you," I said, kissing her chest again, kissing my way down, licking her navel and moving between her thighs, which twitched against my sides while she stroked my hair. Her pussy was golden and cropped as short as her hair and she began to shake as I licked at each of her thighs, around her pussy, edging my tongue towards her clit. Then she was pulling on my hair, and I took her clit between my lips, licking at it rapidly with the tip of my tongue as I moved my fingers in and out of her hole. "Ooh, please, yes," she said, "Oh my god," and she was bucking against my mouth and my hand, already cumming. I kissed her stomach, kissed her breasts, and looked in her eyes for a moment, turning her over.
"You were so sweet in the bar," she said, "I had no idea you were like this."
"This?" I said, running my hands firmly along her thighs.
"Aggressive," she said, closing her eyes.
"I told you I wanted to explore you," I smiled, putting her into a kneeling position, her ass in the air. I kissed her back, running my hands over her, underneath to clasp her breasts with one hand while the other slid under her ass, entering her with my fingers again. She started bucking back on my hand as I finger-fucked her, until I turned her over again, lying beside her, finger-fucking her while I kissed her neck and tits. "Oh, yes, harder," she said, "harder oh my god I'm going to come again!"
Slamming my hand against her so fast that it made a staccato whap-whap-whap as her tiny body shook and writhed, "Yes yes yes," her wide eyes pleading as I kissed her lips, and her tongue hungrily moved in my mouth as fast as my fingers. Then she tore her mouth away as her body started to shake again, hissing, "Ooooohhhhhhh," and I stared in amazement as she began to squirt fluids, streams of cum flying out around my fingers. "Oh, god," she said, "Oh, god," turning to me, unbuttoning my shirt, "you I can't believe you, take off your clothes," and she was kissing my chest, hungrily unbuttoning my pants and pulling them off, and then she kneeled over me, kissing my chest and running her hands over my cock.
I rose, kneeling before her, and laid her back on the bed, straddling her, and her whole body was writhing, and she was yammering, "Oh god, I love this chest, god, I love the way your cock feels against my body, ohh, yes."
And then, I forward felt her stomach fluttering against mine, this ravishing married creature whose eyes were so hungry, and my cock lay against her thigh. "I told you we don't have to do this," I said. But I knew she would regret it if we did-- and it was okay.
She nodded, and before she had a chance to answer, I put my fingers in her pussy again, and began to pump my cock against her thigh, my body crushing my fingers into her. "Oh, yes, like you're fucking me, yes, oh god," and soon I was grinding, her thighs banging against me, her body bouncing against the bed as I pounded my fingers into her, grunting, sweat dropping on her tits, and I couldn't believe it, I still can't believe it, she was cumming again, screaming, squirting again. "Oh god I felt it I really felt it," she said, and I wasn't disappointed at all. I kept my cock on her thigh, my fingers lying inside her, and kissed her beautiful face. "I want you to remember me," I said.
I straddled her stomach, feeling her hands search my chest as I began to fuck her gorgeous, perky tits. She licked my cock for a few strokes, then threw back her head, saying, "Oh, yes, stranger, come on my face" Her nails were digging into my ass as I slid my cock fast in-between them, brushing against her tits, shaking and grunting, and then she was sighing loudly as I cried out, letting loose, cum spurting on her chin and lips.
I don't even remember how long I was there; I found myself wanting nothing more than to make this gorgeous creature come as many times as I could, until finally it was morning, and I needed to go. And even then, as she walked me to the door, as we kissed, I pushed her against the wall, lifting her whole body, and finger-fucked her hard against the hotel room door until she came, squirting all over my hand as I whispered in her ear, 'No lies, no crossies, no nothing." I kissed her goodbye and walked away.
I never saw her again-- never even got her last name. But I miss pleasing her.
--Texaus
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