February, 2001. Man, how time flies.
I was back in my hometown on a work assignment, and I was in my hotel room checking out Yahoo Chat to see if there was anyone around who might be a playmate. Bear in mind that my hometown is pretty small, and I still had family and a lot of people I knew there. More importantly, my wife still had family and friends there.
(Why didn’t I stay with family? Simple: The company was paying for the hotel and I needed to be able to work there and tie up the phone lines for my computer. Remember, this was before wi-fi.)
Given the circumstances, (a) the chances of finding someone were pretty small, and (b) the chances of finding someone who either didn’t know me or would be discreet were even smaller.
Even a small chance is a chance, though, and this one paid off.
I’d seen her before, and knew people in her family, but she didn’t really know me. I definitely remembered her, though. She worked at one of the discount stores in town, and I always tried to go through her line when she was working. And yeah, every time I went through her line I thought about fucking her. She was always really quiet, and I wondered if she had a wild side she didn’t show.
I had never really expected to find out.
Back to the hotel room. I sent a generic “Hey, how’s it going?” message that turned into a conversation. I played it cool, but gradually let it slip that I remembered her and always thought she was hot. By this time, she was a single mom, in her late 20s (I was 37 at the time). Except for shorter hair, she still looked pretty much the same as she did 10 years before, which is to say damned good.
So the flirting turned into planning, for me to come over the next night after her daughter was in bed. That night turned out to be cold as hell, with snow on the ground and more in the forecast, and I was freezing when I pulled up after 10 p.m.
We sat in her living room talking for a while, neither one really making a move, until she got up and said, “You want to come to bed?” I did. We did, in her big warm waterbed.
I stripped to my boxers and a t-shirt. She had on a t-shirt, too, and flannel pajama pants. At first, we just spooned on our left sides, my right arm draped over her as she cuddled back against me. Then she turned in my arms, and we kissed for the first time. It was like a dam breaking.
Two minutes later, our shirts were off. Two minutes after that, I was kissing my way down her body and peeling off her PJ pants. I never thought flannel was sexy until then, when her pants were skimming over her soft white skin.
After I got them off, I started kissing my way back up her legs. Her hips were already moving when my tongue parted her lower lips for the first time. “Oh, shit,” she whispered. I held onto both thighs and pulled her pussy hard onto my mouth, alternately tonguing on and sucking her clit.
Her hips tensed and her thighs started shaking.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” — and she soaked my face, grabbing the back of my head and grinding her pussy hard against my lips and tongue. I locked my mouth on her clit and let her ride it out, all the way to the end. It was a long ride, with aftershocks.
She pulled me up to her, kissed her juices from my lips, slid her hand down and rubbed my cock through my boxers. I didn’t need an engraved invitation. They were off in a second, and in another second I was inside her, moving slowly, kissing her neck as she ran her hands up and down my back and wrapped her legs around mine.
It seemed to last forever. This wasn’t wild and frantic, the way it was when I went down on her. We moved like our bodies were familiar with each other, like we had all night.
I raised up, still moving inside her, looked into her eyes: “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you like this?”
She just smiled, pulled me back down to her.
The pace slowly picked up — faster and faster, until it was clear that there was a time for making love and a time for fucking, and the time for fucking had arrived.
“Oh, shit …” and her thighs started to shake again. “Oh, shit, oh, shit. Fuuuuuuuuck” … and that was all it took. Three more deep strokes and I exploded inside her, over and over.
Remember all those times I wondered what it would be like to get with her? I have a vivid imagination, and it didn’t even come close to the reality.
I lay there inside her for a while afterward, not saying anything, the two of us just kissing and coming back to earth. We slipped back into a spoon position, the February wind howling outside, the two of us safe and warm under her comforter with the world locked away.
I woke up around 4:30. She stirred in my arms.
“I’d better go,” I said. “I don’t want any awkward questions for you if I’m still here when she wakes up.” I dressed, kissed her, slipped quietly out to my car.
I went back to my hotel, slept like a baby for another three hours, got up and made my first work appointment. We talked about my coming back over that night, my last in town, but decided it might be risky to do that two nights in a row.
It was a one-time thing … but it was definitely worth the wait. And on cold winter nights in my hometown, when I do go back to visit, I remember the warmth of her, the softness of that first kiss, the rhythm of our hips as though we’d always been lovers.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/byxipe/if_true_stories_are_allowed_here_heres_one_of_a
I’ll crosspost the first one too if anyone is interested.
Great story, too bad for the real cheating though