San Diego Nights

She arrived at the hotel after a long flight. She was tired, but didn’t feel like laying down in bed yet. On her pillow were a complimentary chocolate and a coupon for one free drink at the bar downstairs. What the hell she thought, her husband never drank alone, but then her husband had never flown from Chicago to San Diego for four days of a boring conference.

She was wearing a black silk shirt and a black blazer, black skirt, black thong, and black stockings. She looked classy though, not gothy. Her bra was killing her, but she knew that if she took it off, it would be obvious she was not wearing one. Her perfect 32 As would push against the silk blouse and her round, brown nipples would like the feeling so much that they would soon be erect. What the hell, she thought, I’ll just keep the blazer on. She wore a bit of danger shrouded in innocence.

She took the elevator to the lobby bar. It was busy, but not crowded. Mostly there were young professionals there after work, or staying at the hotel for the conference. She grabbed a stool at the bar, and pushed her coupon towards the bartender. He gave her favorite, amaretto sour with a cherry. She looked in the mirror facing her. She had to admit, she was looking good. She had a solid swimmer’s body, and a face that looked like Anne Hathaway meets Liv Tyler. Her blazer had fallen open, and her nipples were peering out like searchlights. She closed her blazer instinctively but didn’t think to button it.

It was not long before a young gentleman sat down next to her and ordered a whiskey sour. The bartender poured the drink, and then without warning or asking, refreshed her drink. “No charge”, he said with a smile. She winked at him and raised the drink to her lips. The guy who sat next to her took no time engaging in small talk. What was her name, where was she from, why was she here. She think she answered appropriately, but there was something about this guy that captivated her. Maybe it was his dusky, yet blue, eyes, thick brown hair, his tan muscular arms, his fat-free body. She didn’t see guys like this in January, in Chicago.

It was not long before each had their third and fourth drinks, none of which she paid for. Her blazer had long ago fell open, and she had never bothered to close it again. She did not even mind the sneak peeks this guy was getting. He thought he was being sly, but she noticed every time his eyes wandered. She got hotter with each of his distractions.

Two hours had passed before they even noticed it. By now she was feeling the amaretto coursing through her, along with estrogen and adrenaline. So, this is what it feels like to want to be naughty, she thought to herself, shamelessly checking out her companion, and biting her lower lip. She concentrated so much on the feeling, that she thought for a split second that she said it out loud. She had noticed that her admirer’s forearm kept passing over his crotch. She snuck a peek of her own when he was talking to the bartender and notice an erect penis, the size of which she had never imagined before. What would that feel like inside me, she thought. The thought surprised her, but there was something about this guy, and his monster boner that convinced her that she would pretty much do whatever he wanted her to and she wanted him to want her.

For his part, this beauty was not someone who seemed easy. She was too intelligent, and according to her ring finger, too married. Yet, he made sure to hold her attention and tried to tame the raging hard-on he had given himself by thinking about getting her naked. That blouse was leaving only the color of her nipples to the imagination.They both decided that it was time to leave the bar, but neither decided out loud that it was time to call it a night.

They made their way for the elevator and she pressed the button for her floor. “That’s my floor too.” He said. She wasn’t sure if she believed him, but she wasn’t going to question him. She figured that she would go her way and he would go his once the elevator stopped. She went her way, and he followed. She didn’t try to stop him, but he was waiting for her to politely blow him off. She got to her door, slipped the key card in and gave him a look over her shoulder that said: “enter at your own risk”. He hesitated for a second and then went in behind her. She made no objection, though her mind was telling her that this was crazy. She liked to think that her husband would not approve, but he admitted to her once that he fantasized about her being with another man.

She tossed her key card on the dresser, walked to the desk, turned around, put her hands on the desk behind her and faced him directly. He approached, wordless, and slipped off her blazer. He then undid her blouse, slowly, painfully, erotically, slowly. Her breasts appeared three inches at a time as each button was undone. Her nipples were as hard as her stomach, which she kept in great shape. He assumed she was braless, but he wasn’t sure until that place where the bra strap would be across her midsection was bare and glorious skin was in its place. She reached down and tugged at his belt. She unbuttoned his slacks, and slid the zipper down, caressing his massive member as she did so. It seemed never ending. Next she unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his ripped, but not overly done chest. He unzipped her skirt and slid down her stockings, exposing her sleek muscular legs.

Her diamond ring caught the light, and he half expected her husband to emerge from the bathroom and either sit down and watch, or beat the hell out of him. But no one interrupted. He pushed her onto the bed, not roughly, but with purpose. She sat back and opened her legs, waiting for him to insert himself. Instead, he got onto his hands and knees and made for her throbbing, glistening loins.

She did not particularly enjoy receiving oral sex. It made her extra wet and she never derived that much pleasure. But, before she could stop him, his tongue was flicking away at her engorged clit. “This is going to be different,” she thought to herself. Expertly, he massaged her most sensitive area with a tongue that felt like a finger, and she could always get off with a finger, be it her own or her husband’s. Soon, she started quaking. Her hands explored her breasts and then moved down and shoved his head closer to her clit. She started rhythmically riding his face, and he kept up with her every step of the way. His hands groped her buttocks, and squeezed and kneaded her powerful muscles. She could hold her ground no longer. She exploded in an orgasm, her sphincter muscles slamming shut. Then something happened that had never happened before. She shot her own load all over this man’s face. And he loved it. She was sure she was dreaming, she had had thousands of orgasms before, but this had never happened. She couldn’t believe that she came like a man, and she had never been more turned on.

She needed him inside her, and he needed to be inside her. But the bed was too conventional for him. He was a bit of a voyeur, and he liked being watched as much as he liked to watch. He took her over to the open window. It was night, and the lights in the room were low, but were on. He bent her over and put her hands on the sill. She noticed the open shades, but she was too busy being concerned about what was happening behind her to worry about what was going on outside in front of her. All she knew was that he was going to plunge that massive cock insider her throbbing softness. And he did. And she took and felt every inch of his manhood. He was amazed again; most women could not handle him, or at least made ease himself inside them. But not her.

He grabbed her waist and started pounding her. Her breasts rocked in session with the rest of her. He was so big, and so hard, and so cut, and he was hammering away at her so deep that a rolling rocking orgasm immediately started to swell deep inside her. It felt like a massive sea smashing at a jetty and was just as powerful. “You like it, don’t you” he hoarsely whispered in her ear. “Uh huh, oh my god” was all she could eek out, and the last part was not even really in response to his question. Finally, her sea wall gave and the orgasm flooded over her. Her head shot back, her eyes squeezed tight, she moaned so loud that she thought for a second that someone else was moaning next to her. This was a release that could only come with forbidden behavior. This guy, she thought, after her muscles stopped quaking, knows what the hell he is doing! She realized that he had not cum, and was still sliding deep inside her and then nearly all the way out. Holy crap, she thought, what a stud! Her husband would have shot his load long ago, not that she had any complaints about her sex life with him, he was just faster on the draw. He always pleased her first though.

He picked her up, and brought her back to the bed. He was not done, and was not done with her. He laid her on her back, near the edge of the bed. He stood, towered, would be more like it, before her and entered her again. It was no problem since she was now soaking wet, and wide open. That familiar feeling started burning inside her again, but she was not sure she could handle much more of this. She wanted him to be pumped dry though, so she started rocking her hips in time with him. She positioned herself so that his massive cock would rub against her glorious G-spot. They were in synch with each other, and he knew what she was doing. Her folds were wonderful and he credited the whiskey as the only reason he had not blown his load long ago. Something had come over him tonight. This was the most exciting sex he had ever had. Maybe it was because she was married, though he had had married women before, maybe because her body was perfect inside and out. Mostly, he thought, it was because he knew that she was letting loose on him in a way that she had never had on anyone before. She expertly matched his every move, she knew when to ease up and when to go strong. He knew she wanted him to cum, and he knew she wasn’t going to stop until he did.

Then he felt it. A tingle at first, but soon that tingle, like a trickle of water, was a raging rushing, swollen river of an orgasm. He was helpless in its clutches. He started thrusting harder, harder, harder…She knew sensed it, and started telling him to pound her harder, harder, harder. He obliged with as much control as he had over his pelvic muscles. He grasped at her legs which were bent at the knees but perpendicular to the bed from her buttocks to her knees. “you want to cum, don’t you?” She gasped, “you want to cum inside me”. Dirty talk was never her thing, but these words streamed out of her without her thinking about them, or thinking them consciously.

His deeds were his response. Just then, they both let loose. He rammed his rod into her one last time and felt his whole body drain at 200 miles per hour. Her cum sprayed out, over and over again with each clamp and release of her sphincter. Both gasped and moaned noisily at the rush of their orgasms, made even greater by their simultaneity. Her spray blasted out from around him and onto his thighs. It felt wonderful and warm. He finally exited her and she relaxed her legs.

When she awoke, she was snug under the blankets, the lights were out, and she was alone. She felt quite ready to start the new day.