Stacy look at the slightly crooked sign over the washed-out exterior of the motel. In a flowing script the words “Shamrock Motel” were visible under the dirt and grime. She sighed heavily as she looked around. It had been years since she had been to this side of town, the phrase “wrong side of the tracks” coming to mind. Could she leave her Lexus here unattended? Hell, was it safe for her to be here as well?
Stacy would have preferred to meet at one of the finer boutique hotels downtown. She thought of the high thread count bedding, elegant décor, and impeccable service. But Eric had been right, they were both too visible downtown. Stacy had been working at a law firm for years, she would be making partner soon. During this time, she had become a fixture at both the courthouse and as many societal events that she could fit in. Stacy was surrounded by petite and demure women, she stood out in stark contrast to their pastels. In the heels she wore daily, Stacy stood just shy of 6 feet tall. Her long straight black hair hung to her waist, the dark curtain a contrast to her pale skin and startling blue eyes. Along with her height, Stacy had a full lush body that she chose to show off instead of hide. Her trademark all black form fitting suits as well known as her ambition and drive.
She sat in her sedan, drumming her long red nails on the wheel as she waited for Eric to arrive. She hated when he ran late, taking a deep breath as to not feel too irritated. Eric worked in city hall and often had a hard time leaving during the day. His role was to deal with crisis situations and trouble shoot public relation nightmares. They both had demanding careers which made any time they could meet that more precious.
She spotted his bike pull up, Eric pulling to stop beside her sedan. He knew he was late and rushed to turn the bike off and unfasten his helmet. Within seconds he was standing ready to open her door and help her out of the car. When Stacy stood to her full height, she was several inches taller than Eric – one of the attractions he had to her. Eric married to one of the petite pastel women, as washed out as the hotel next to them. Though she was quite lovely and was a dutiful wife and mother, she had not been able to meet his needs in the bedroom. As Eric had gotten older, he had come to terms with his desires and needs and the ways they could be met. As soon as he had seen Stacy at a fundraiser last month, he knew she was the answer he was looking for. He had arranged an introduction and was immediately taken with her confidence and poise. She was direct and unapologetic, yet with a playful air that made him delight in making her smile. Stacy was single, a fact that she rejoiced in. She was determined to play by her own rules and did not want to take another person’s needs into account.
They walked to the motel’s side door, a contrast in appearance. Next to Stacy’s black tailored suit and stilettos, Eric wore worn denim and a leather jacket he had for years. His clothes looked comfortable and lived in, whereas Stacy’s looked to die for. His hair was a bit longer then it should be for his office job, the greyish strands curling around his ears. He was clean shaven at the request of Stacy, his woodsy aftershave in the air.
Once inside the building, Stacy remained in the hallway while Eric went to retrieve the key. She did not need anyone else seeing her in this place. Eric paid in cash and was quickly back with the key to a room down the hall. Eric walked ahead to open the door and hold it for Stacy to come in. She surveyed the room; one lumpy double bed, stained wallpaper, and missing bulbs in the fixture. But it was private, they were alone, and no one knew where they were. Both had disabled location services and turned off their phones when they left the offices, allowing them to disappear as much as possible.
Stacy was aware of what Eric’s desires were, they had spoken of them at length. Eric had a long unexplored interest in larger women, as well as women who would take charge. The opposite of what he has ended up married to. This worked out well for Stacy who enjoyed taking charge and was aware the effect her body had on many men.
Stacy pushed Eric down on the side of the bed, telling him to take off his jacket and sit still. She then went to stand just out of reach of him and undid the buttons on her blazer. Eric had no idea that under her suit she was wearing negligee especially bought for him. As she took off her blazer, Eric watch as a leather bustier was revealed. There were laces running up the front and back, drawn tight and pushing Stacy’s ample breasts higher then normal. Her tits looked like one deep breath would cause them to spill out, the edges of the nipples straining against the leather. Eric was staring open mouthed at her figure as she began to undo her pants and slide them off her hips to the floor, leaving the heels on. Eric could not believe what he was seeing. The bustier stopped just under her waist, with garter straps hanging down. These straps were tied to stockings that started just under Stacy’s naked pussy. As Eric’s heart began to race, Stacy slowly turned around. Eric could then see how the bottom of the bustier curved around the top of each ass cheek, the stockings starting just under each large, rounded mound. Each cheek was perfectly framed in black leather and lacy stockings. Eric started to stand, Stacy telling him to sit back down if he wanted the show to continue. He sat.
Stacy slowly turned back to Eric, moving forward so his face was level with her bare vagina. There was one thin strip of black hair down the middle, otherwise she was smooth. He tried to move forward, eager to taste her. Stacy placed a hand on his shoulder and held him back, telling him “You will lick when I am ready for you to lick.” Eric groaned and sat back again. Stacy bent down and swiftly undid the button and fly on his jeans, expertly exposing him. Eric knew he was erect; he had been since he saw her in the parking lot. He looked down to see the tip of his cock already leaking, Stacy’s eyes following his. She reached down one of her red tipped fingers and lightly ran it over the tip, catching a strand of pre-cum. Raising the finger to her lips she tasted him, smiled, and reminded him that he could not cum until she gave him permission to. Eric groaned and felt his dick throb in response.
Stacy ordered Eric to stand and watch as he stripped on her command. Soon he was standing naked before him and she took him in. He had a slim and athletic build, his commitment to swimming evident in his flat stomach and lean frame. She was pleased to see that he had a thick cock that jutted out nicely from his body, she could feel her own body respond in pleasure. Stacy told Eric to remain still as she stood close to him, teasing him with her smell and warmth. Taking a length of her hair and running it over his naked back and shoulders. Freeing a nipple from the leather to run the hard tip over his face and near his mouth. Anytime Eric moved, Stacy would step back and stop what she was doing. He soon learned to stay still. His eyes closed and lost in the sensations. Stacy stood so the tip of Eric’s cock brushed against the lace along the top of her stockings. Enjoying the moan, she turned around. From her conversations with Eric she knew he had an ass fetish, loved to see them move and bounce.
Stacy slowly bent from the waist in front of Eric, just out of reach of his dick. Soon her negligee framed ass was just above his dick, Stacy backing up until she could feel his tip between her thighs. With her hands holding the bed for balance, Stacy began to move against Eric, her ass pressing into him while his cock felt her juices that were coating her upper thighs. She could feel Eric shake behind her, trying hard to control is needs. Smiling she asked Eric “do you need to grab that ass in front of you? Go ahead, you have earned it.” Eric’s need was so great he clawed at her ass as he explored it and grabbed handfuls to squeeze. She could hear his whimper as he ran his hands all over her. Stacy felt Eric’s cock tremble between her thighs as he moved frantically against her ass. Stacy knew that if she allowed it, Eric could happily, and quickly, cum just by this interaction. She was not about to let that happen.
Without any warning she stepped away from Eric, leaving him disoriented and grasping for her. She climbed on to the bed on all fours, making sure to arch her back to maximize the view for him. Turning to look over her shoulder, Stacy let Eric know that he and to earn more time with her ass. That it was his turn to get to work and make her cum on his face. Eric readily climbed on to the bed and lay on his back, his face lined up under her pussy. He went to grab her ass, but Stacy was not about to let him do that .. yet. Pinning his arms at his sides with her legs, she lowered herself to his waiting mouth.
Eric licked her hungrily, exploring her lips and folds with a hot and eager tongue. Stacy rocked against him, moving her clit in and out of reach of his lips as he struggled for purchase on it. She knew that she was covering him in her juice, that he was almost drowning in her. The thought put a smile on her face as she shifted her legs, allowing his arms to be free. Eric quickly took hold of a cheek in each hand and renewed his efforts to devour her. Stacy remained in place and let Eric work her clit, opening and ass with his mouth, trying to taste everything he could. She was waiting to cum however and lifted herself off his face when she felt herself getting close.
Stacy moved so that she was straddling Eric, facing away from him. His cock nestled between her ass cheeks. Moving her hips, she knew she was giving him a view that he would never forget. With a practiced move, Stacy slide Eric all the way into her pussy. The excitement and enthusiastic oral had made her slick and creamy, the clock easily slipping in and out. Eric lay prone on his back watching his cock disappear into her hot folds and her ass bounce each time it did. He had dreamt of this for so long and could not believe he was here with her.
Eric felt his orgasm build, knew that he was going to cum harder than he had in years. He moaned out a warning to Stacy, letting her know he was close. Stacy began to play with her own clit, bringing herself close as well. Stacy then lifted herself off Eric’s cock and adjusted her stance, so he was pressing against the bud of her ass. His cock was dripping with her pussy juice and no lube was needed for him to press into the tight space. Stacy heard Eric emit a strangled moan as his dick was gripped tightly by her ass, clenching, and squeezing him closer to orgasm. His dick felt incredible in her ass and was all the push she needed to succumb to her own orgasm, letting wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. As she came the muscles in her body clenched and let go, milking Eric’s dick as he let go stream after stream deep into Stacy’s ass. Eric lay feeling lightheaded and dizzy as Stacy moved off him and lay down on the bed. It took a few moments for him to regain composure and marvel at what had just happened. He knew that was the most incredible sexual encounter he had ever had and wondered if he would ever be able to meet her again. Stacy handed him a towel to get cleaned up as she dressed, still wearing the same leather and lace she started the day in.
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