| Straight: Quickie: The First, First Time... (1/2) |
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She wanted to see him again. She needed to see him again. They had met briefly when he had a meeting at the company she worked for. She had an immediate connection with him, but he was unaware of her feelings. During subsequent encounters, she had tried to flirt, but her strict upbringing and repressive marriage prevented her from expressing herself. She left the company, found another job, and tried to forget him. But it was impossible. Three years later, she sent him an email - out of the blue. He responded, and so began an email exchange that started with her finally admitting that she had a need to see him again. Over the next few months, she became emboldened and they discussed having an affair. He invited her out for dinner, and they sat and openly discussed their feelings. It was to be purely physical. No emotional ties. Her husband was not concerned with her physical needs. She felt that she deserved better sex, wanted better sex and NEEDED better sex than she could get at home. And she wanted HIM to give it to her. GIVE IT TO HER. He agreed. He had already had a number of illicit liaisons and was more than ready for another. They made plans to meet one evening after work at a local motel known for its remote location, clean rooms and hourly rates. It was known as the "NO-TELL". Their first encounter started tentatively. She was nervous, never having done this before. But she was starved for the kind of sex she had only dreamed about. She was standing against the wall opposite the bed when he kissed her. Her mouth opened to accept his tongue and he probed her with it. Their tongues danced together and her tension began to wane. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "Relax and enjoy this. Remember, it is what you asked for..." Then he unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her bra-encased breasts. It was a frilly number and very chic. He kissed the exposed parts of her full tits and she breathed deeply, savouring the moment. She could feel her pussy get moist and loved the new sensations. He told her to disrobe and she retired to the bathroom. When she returned, clad only in her blouse, he was naked under the covers. He motioned for her to join him on the bed and when she did, he quickly removed the flimsy garment. For the next two hours he sucked her nipples, devoured her pussy and fucked her repeatedly until they both collapsed in a sweaty heap, the small room filled with the aroma of fresh sex. She had sucked his cock and swallowed more cum that night than she had in her nine years of marriage. Her pussy was more satisfied than it had ever been and her breasts were sore from the squeezing he inflicted while she rode his cock to her multiple orgasms. When he finally exploded, she had to hang on for dear life or be thrown off the bed. It was the best sex she had ever had. Beyond her wildest expectations. She was insatiable and he was able to oblige beyond his normal capacity. After they used the shower to restore themselves to a condition they'd be able to go home in, they got dressed and disappeared into the night. Each went home to a waiting spouse after a "business meeting". Before they left, he asked her if they would see each other again. She |
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