*This is a story that blends narrative and actual events. Names and details have been changed to protect identities of the people involved. This took place somewhere near my twenty-second year of life with a middle-aged woman. This is the first part in a series of works.*
My name is Allen. I grew up in a small rural town in a moderately sized state with a bit of everything to offer. My state has state parks, campgrounds, beaches, and many metropolitan areas of varying sizes. However, I was brought up in a rural community. I am originally from New York City, but my family decided to relocate when I was around ten to a locale where they were not absolutely destroyed by state and municipal taxes. Additionally, the cost of living was cheaper, jobs in their fields were better paying, and retirement was just around the corner.
The people were very friendly and helpful in my new rural setting, but I never really felt as if I fit in. I made life-long friends very easily via social groups like the local soccer club, boy scouts, and of course, school. However, I was ambiguously brown being of Asian Indian heritage. I had wavy black hair, tan skin, brown eyes, barely visible abs, six feet tall, and I stuck out like a sore thumb. I had some fun in high school, losing my virginity at the age of eighteen due to my athletic physique, but I never really enjoyed the act. After high school, life was all a blur, but I was also known as an amateur computer programming whiz since my father had loaned me some books on C and C++ years ago. The years of creating my own games, encryption schemes, and system tools led me to my first contract position at an IT position at a medium sized, yet somewhat new, law firm.
At this job, I enjoyed the company culture; the staff were always friendly and very gregarious. My responsibilities mainly consisted of basic antivirus removal, restarting computers for boomers, and installing new software and hardware. I knew that I was going to have to obtain at least a bachelor’s degree to be employable in a few years (this was in mid 2000’s). The job was easy money, but it *was* a contract position.
During my time at the law firm, I met one particularly nice secretary named Mary. Mary was also a transplant (okay, moving at a young age may or may not count, but whatever), but she was from northern Florida (complete with the aloof sounding southern accent). She was employed as a secretary due to a career change from being an RN. She was a plump woman of about age forty with pale skin, auburn hair, and about five feet tall. She would often wear tight dresses with knee high leather boots, regardless of the forecasted weather. Unfortunately, she confided in me that she was unhappily married in a sexless and bitter relationship.
Mary and I, often against our better judgment, used to flirt quite often. Light compliments on clothing, light “incidental” touches, things of this sort. Of course, this was down away from the eyes of management, the one person who consisted of the HR department, and her husband. We both knew that we both hungered for more intimate contact. Being tech savvy, I invested in burner phones for us both to use just to be safe as we coordinated our first heart pounding motel encounter.
After making reservations, I drove up to the motel and I felt my heart hammering in anticipation. Was I really gonna fuck someone’s unhappy wife? I downed two bottles of water to calm down as I wanted to save the bottle of wine for a good time. I gave the receptionist a pseudonym and cash (this was one of those motels) and she smirked at me. I had instructed Mary to do the same. I got the keycards and carried the bottle of cabernet into our room.
About an hour later, Mary arrived. This was the middle of summer and she was wearing bright red lipstick, a black sleeveless halter summer blouse, tight denim shorts, and (of course) knee-high leather boots. My doubts and fears subsided when I saw just how put together she was.
“It’s literally almost 80 outside…”, I said lightly touching her somewhat sweaty skin right at her knee.
“Well, you’re such a darling. I’d though I love to please you with my clothes”, she said running her fingers across my cheek.
I kissed her cheek lightly and gently ran my hand down her neck. I felt her pulse pounding in her neck “Mary, are you scared or excited?”, I asked with a wiry grin. “A…A bit of both…”, she replied with a chuckle. I showed her the bottle that I brought her and told her not to worry. She was very surprised by the taste. I poured out a couple glasses of wine and we began to drink. We discussed work, life, and our desires, but we both knew that alcohol is the only proven aphrodisiac known to mankind. I poured another round of drinks for us that we eventually finished, but I forgot what we were talking about. The next thing I knew, we were on that gritty motel bed and I was nearly nude.
I tore off her halter blouse to reveal her bra. Her breasts were nearly the size of the my entire head. I kissed and sucked her breasts teasingly as she giggled. Her belly was so cushion-like. It wasn’t protruding by any means, but it just felt so soft. I then undid and took off her shorts. I held down her chubby ankles, “the boots stay on”, I whispered into her ear as she smiled. “I wanna ride your cock… cowgirl style”, she said as she shifted her body up and unto my now throbbing cock.
As Mary moved up, down, and around my now throbbing rock-hard cock, I wrapped my hands around her sweaty breasts and squeezed them so tightly that I felt her heart pounding against my hand as we both came in near perfect synchrony. “Oh my, that was *so* fun and intense…”, she said. I quickly agreed and loosened my grip around her breasts (Due to her pale skin, I left a red imprint). This was the most thrilling thing I had done so far, but little did I know just how much more fun activities lie ahead…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f0mqx0/my_first_erotica_piece_mf_the_rendezvous_part_i