We found ourselves in the hotel parking lot on a Saturday afternoon. I had put on lingerie for special occasions, new because I thought it would be betraying my husband if I wore what I usually wear with him. Over the black lace underwear, I put on a simple camel-colored dress suitable for going shopping with friends, which was what I invented to escape home for the extramarital date.
I parked and started looking for him. I hear a knock at the right window and see his face and a radiant smile.
The receptionist has an air of someone who has seen the most unlikely couples venture into the corridors, like in the 70s, with the brown carpet, and she smiles sadly.
I wonder if we also seem extravagant to her eyes or those of everyone. I often think about how our paths could cross with someone with a life that seems incompatible with ours, but with minds so fine, as in Ignacio's case.
He joined the company less than 90 days ago. Besides his attractive physique, he turned out to be a genius, character, and inclinations coinciding with mine (especially: prone to extramarital escapades).
He didn't waste much time letting me know about his desire for an escape. He did it in an original way, via company instant messaging (Skype), taking advantage of a work-related discussion:
-Don't think badly of me, Laura. My interest in you is enormous and purely sexual- he wrote, before I could react:
-With due respect, I believe that for you, as for me, sex is the best invention of nature-
With my hand on the mouse, I sniff the air and imagine perceiving the pleasant smell of his proximity, which caresses me. I lose control and imagine us kissing for the first time.
Between my legs, I'm already wet and feel a tremor increasing:
-Te pienso- I replied, wanting to say I'd like to screw you
He responded:
-Go to the bathroom and take your- Cellular-.
We work in the same building and only one floor separates us, with the bathrooms stacked vertically, so I know I'll be underneath him, literally.
It was late office hour on a Friday.
I also close the door to the bathroom and my phone rings.
-Hello-
-Hello- I respond excitedly
-I desire you, I can't stop thinking about you- he murmurs
-I too, I'm already wet-
-I grabbed your hand... please touch me while we talk...-
-Already doing it- I lie, putting the cellular on hands-free and hurrying to take off my underwear, put my hand in, between open lips with my index and ring fingers, to quickly insert my middle finger. I'm so wet that I feel my juices sliding down to my wrist.
-I'da!!... you should see how red it is... and how hard it is... I'm thinking that next time you're going to suck it... you're beautiful, you're driving me crazy-
-...you don't know how much I want to suck it...-
-I hold my breath not to raise my voice, feeling the orgasm approaching. I stop and with my left shoulder against the wall, look at my image in the mirror. My cheeks are red and my face distorted:
-.... I'm going to cum- I hear
-... wait until I also finish- I hurry to respond, while pressing my fingers against the clitoris and moving them in small concentric circles.
I could hear him moaning on the other side of the phone and like with his heels he hit twice, the floor above mine.
-I adore you-
-I too-
-I'll wait for you at the exit, at closing time- he said
I didn't believe it, I had caught with him without having kissed yet... and over the phone. It had never happened to me before
I don't know how I found the strength to calm down, to assume a somewhat somber and depressed expression typical of an employee at the end of the day and leave the bathroom.
At the exit, simulating a normal conversation goodbye, we arranged the date for the next afternoon, Saturday, in the parking lot- hotel.
In the small elevator, with the room key in hand, our eyes meet with complicity. We kiss for the first time, not that afternoon, but literally since we met.
Both of us are anxious to be alone behind a door and, at the same time, with vivid curiosity about intimacy, which we will finally share whole-body. We cross the threshold and, in front of the bed, there is a large wall mirror. It doesn't matter how reduced the space is; the room is a true nest for erotic games.
I put my purse on a chair and stay there, petrified, trapped by sudden timidity, looking at him as he sits on the edge of the bed waiting for me. I approach slowly, he grabs me and pulls me onto the bed, and with a sudden movement, lies down beside me, his face just a centimeter away from mine, staring at me fixedly, as if reading my thoughts.
In his gaze I see, reflected, the image of a beautiful and seductive woman, which should be me, and only for this I get even more excited than what I am.
He lifts up my dress, puts his hand inside my panties and slowly lowers them down to my pubis. I think about public hair depilated and skin still red from wax.
(I wonder if my husband noticed that I was in the bathroom for two hours depilating before leaving with friends).
Suddenly, the silence is broken by a loud noise similar to a strong groan; both of us immediately understand it's a woman screaming, probably during orgasm. A few seconds later, a clearly masculine voice but like a dog with asthma adds.
Obviously, this is an intense, animal, grotesque coupling in a nearby room.
Instead of inhibiting us, it has the opposite effect and we finally abandon ourselves to a slow and deep kiss.
We undress completely. He kisses me again, our tongues merge, twist. He puts his hand between my thighs, his fingers meet my already open pussy. and wet. She looks at me with her eyes, interrupting the kiss, with an expression of arrogance and sadistic, dives between my legs and licks me enthusiastically and for a long time. I feel that my clitoris is swelling and almost hurts as orgasm approaches, which literally explodes on her face, with violent contractions that spread throughout my body.
I felt her hands separating my legs, she positioned herself above me, with her eyes on mine, her rigid cock opened the way and, seconds later, was completely inside me.
I surrendered, caught in total pleasure. My legs were open wide apart, and Ignacio entered and exited, sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly and violently.
I'll never know if the noisy couple in the nearby room was still there. If they were, they heard our moans, screams, growls, and gasps.
Our orgasms, as far as sounds go, had nothing to envy about theirs.
We lay down beside each other, but don't do anything; we want to look at each other and talk. Both of us lie, for sensual and respectable desire, the kind that doesn't make you sleep at night, but occupies your mind during the day, while you're working, going out with friends, or being with your husband or wife.
We remain embracing, my head on his chest, my ear pressed against his hair, his hand in my hair, his arms around me. We share our thoughts, remember moments, trying to understand them, translate them, give meaning to what's happening to us.
Suddenly, I look at the mirror and seeing our naked bodies, which seem more impudent in the image, I get excited and without hesitation kneel down. His cock hardens immediately. I start sucking it, while with one hand I caress his balls and with the other play with my clitoris. It's obvious he loves it; he comes quickly, unable to contain himself, and ends up in my mouth.
I retain his cock between my lips until I feel it deflate and bend over itself, then I let go. With my mouth full of semen, I open it slightly, letting the liquid trickle down, over my chin and then between my breasts. I kiss it. We're left with just enough time for a shower, our free hours are up, we have to get dressed, wear a mask, to hide every evidence of that guilty afternoon, waiting for the next one, because both of us know it wasn't the only one, it was just the first.
I parked and started looking for him. I hear a knock at the right window and see his face and a radiant smile.
The receptionist has an air of someone who has seen the most unlikely couples venture into the corridors, like in the 70s, with the brown carpet, and she smiles sadly.
I wonder if we also seem extravagant to her eyes or those of everyone. I often think about how our paths could cross with someone with a life that seems incompatible with ours, but with minds so fine, as in Ignacio's case.
He joined the company less than 90 days ago. Besides his attractive physique, he turned out to be a genius, character, and inclinations coinciding with mine (especially: prone to extramarital escapades).
He didn't waste much time letting me know about his desire for an escape. He did it in an original way, via company instant messaging (Skype), taking advantage of a work-related discussion:
-Don't think badly of me, Laura. My interest in you is enormous and purely sexual- he wrote, before I could react:
-With due respect, I believe that for you, as for me, sex is the best invention of nature-
With my hand on the mouse, I sniff the air and imagine perceiving the pleasant smell of his proximity, which caresses me. I lose control and imagine us kissing for the first time.
Between my legs, I'm already wet and feel a tremor increasing:
-Te pienso- I replied, wanting to say I'd like to screw you
He responded:
-Go to the bathroom and take your- Cellular-.
We work in the same building and only one floor separates us, with the bathrooms stacked vertically, so I know I'll be underneath him, literally.
It was late office hour on a Friday.
I also close the door to the bathroom and my phone rings.
-Hello-
-Hello- I respond excitedly
-I desire you, I can't stop thinking about you- he murmurs
-I too, I'm already wet-
-I grabbed your hand... please touch me while we talk...-
-Already doing it- I lie, putting the cellular on hands-free and hurrying to take off my underwear, put my hand in, between open lips with my index and ring fingers, to quickly insert my middle finger. I'm so wet that I feel my juices sliding down to my wrist.
-I'da!!... you should see how red it is... and how hard it is... I'm thinking that next time you're going to suck it... you're beautiful, you're driving me crazy-
-...you don't know how much I want to suck it...-
-I hold my breath not to raise my voice, feeling the orgasm approaching. I stop and with my left shoulder against the wall, look at my image in the mirror. My cheeks are red and my face distorted:
-.... I'm going to cum- I hear
-... wait until I also finish- I hurry to respond, while pressing my fingers against the clitoris and moving them in small concentric circles.
I could hear him moaning on the other side of the phone and like with his heels he hit twice, the floor above mine.
-I adore you-
-I too-
-I'll wait for you at the exit, at closing time- he said
I didn't believe it, I had caught with him without having kissed yet... and over the phone. It had never happened to me before
I don't know how I found the strength to calm down, to assume a somewhat somber and depressed expression typical of an employee at the end of the day and leave the bathroom.
At the exit, simulating a normal conversation goodbye, we arranged the date for the next afternoon, Saturday, in the parking lot- hotel.
In the small elevator, with the room key in hand, our eyes meet with complicity. We kiss for the first time, not that afternoon, but literally since we met.
Both of us are anxious to be alone behind a door and, at the same time, with vivid curiosity about intimacy, which we will finally share whole-body. We cross the threshold and, in front of the bed, there is a large wall mirror. It doesn't matter how reduced the space is; the room is a true nest for erotic games.
I put my purse on a chair and stay there, petrified, trapped by sudden timidity, looking at him as he sits on the edge of the bed waiting for me. I approach slowly, he grabs me and pulls me onto the bed, and with a sudden movement, lies down beside me, his face just a centimeter away from mine, staring at me fixedly, as if reading my thoughts.
In his gaze I see, reflected, the image of a beautiful and seductive woman, which should be me, and only for this I get even more excited than what I am.
He lifts up my dress, puts his hand inside my panties and slowly lowers them down to my pubis. I think about public hair depilated and skin still red from wax.
(I wonder if my husband noticed that I was in the bathroom for two hours depilating before leaving with friends).
Suddenly, the silence is broken by a loud noise similar to a strong groan; both of us immediately understand it's a woman screaming, probably during orgasm. A few seconds later, a clearly masculine voice but like a dog with asthma adds.
Obviously, this is an intense, animal, grotesque coupling in a nearby room.
Instead of inhibiting us, it has the opposite effect and we finally abandon ourselves to a slow and deep kiss.
We undress completely. He kisses me again, our tongues merge, twist. He puts his hand between my thighs, his fingers meet my already open pussy. and wet. She looks at me with her eyes, interrupting the kiss, with an expression of arrogance and sadistic, dives between my legs and licks me enthusiastically and for a long time. I feel that my clitoris is swelling and almost hurts as orgasm approaches, which literally explodes on her face, with violent contractions that spread throughout my body.
I felt her hands separating my legs, she positioned herself above me, with her eyes on mine, her rigid cock opened the way and, seconds later, was completely inside me.
I surrendered, caught in total pleasure. My legs were open wide apart, and Ignacio entered and exited, sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly and violently.
I'll never know if the noisy couple in the nearby room was still there. If they were, they heard our moans, screams, growls, and gasps.
Our orgasms, as far as sounds go, had nothing to envy about theirs.
We lay down beside each other, but don't do anything; we want to look at each other and talk. Both of us lie, for sensual and respectable desire, the kind that doesn't make you sleep at night, but occupies your mind during the day, while you're working, going out with friends, or being with your husband or wife.
We remain embracing, my head on his chest, my ear pressed against his hair, his hand in my hair, his arms around me. We share our thoughts, remember moments, trying to understand them, translate them, give meaning to what's happening to us.
Suddenly, I look at the mirror and seeing our naked bodies, which seem more impudent in the image, I get excited and without hesitation kneel down. His cock hardens immediately. I start sucking it, while with one hand I caress his balls and with the other play with my clitoris. It's obvious he loves it; he comes quickly, unable to contain himself, and ends up in my mouth.
I retain his cock between my lips until I feel it deflate and bend over itself, then I let go. With my mouth full of semen, I open it slightly, letting the liquid trickle down, over my chin and then between my breasts. I kiss it. We're left with just enough time for a shower, our free hours are up, we have to get dressed, wear a mask, to hide every evidence of that guilty afternoon, waiting for the next one, because both of us know it wasn't the only one, it was just the first.
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