She knocked on the door a little nervously. After years of flirting, they had finally decided to meet up. Sara and Rick had been friends years ago, and about the time Sara moved, had realized they liked one another and started flirting. Of course, they were both married, but it had seemed safe to flirt since Sara had moved. After all, it would end when they no longer saw one another regularly, right?
Naturally, it hadn’t. They had continued to flirt off and on over the years, sharing pictures, sexts, and increasingly explicit fantasies over the years. After all, they worked miles apart and lived on opposite ends of town, so it wasn’t like it would ever be more than that, and sexting wasn’t really cheating. Only now, Sara was changing jobs and had Mondays off… only a mile or two away from Rick’s house. They’d agreed to meet this week- Sara on the pretext of needing to get some administrative paperwork handled at the new job, and Rick having taken a day of PTO without telling his wife.
Sara was having second thoughts, though, as she stood outside the hotel room, waiting for her quiet knock to be answered. She was petite and curvy, her figure softened by bearing 2 children but still bearing a distinctly hourglass shape. She’d dressed today half for the errand that was her pretext, and half for Rick, in a lightweight tank top sundress and cute bra-panty set that set off her pale skin. Suddenly, the door opened, and he was standing there- she hadn’t seen him in-person in 5 years, and somehow, despite the pictures she had forgotten how attractive he was. She stood frozen a second, just staring, before he took her hand and drew her inside. He hadn’t changed a bit, she thought- still lightly tanned, with soft, dusty hair, beautiful eyes, and an irrepressibly mischievous smile. He wasn’t bulky, but she could see in the shape of his arms that he still worked with his body every day.
“Hey,” she stammered. Why was she so nervous? They had been talking- half in jest and all in seriousness, as they said- about getting a hotel room together for years. This wasn’t exactly new ground… and yet all she could think was that this had been a stupid idea and she wasn’t ready to risk her marriage, even for someone whose kinks lined up so perfectly with hers…but God that wicked smile was making her nipples hard.
“Hey,” was all he replied before pulling her in for a kiss. Oh God, he kissed almost perfectly. Smooth lips marred only by a goatee that scratched at her skin, one hand on her lower back tucking her into him, the other curling in her hair, his tongue sweeping across her lips to part them. She melted into him, telling herself that she would just do this much, and then leave. He bit her lower lip lightly and she whimpered into his mouth, fingers clutching his shoulders as his hands moved down to her ass. He smelled earthy with a hint of citrus- she couldn’t tell if it was a cologne she didn’t recognize, or just him- and his mouth tasted vaguely sweet. When he pulled his head back, she didn’t recognize his expression; something dark, possessive, and it promised things she wasn’t sure she was ready for but oh she wanted so much. His hand tightened in her hair and she felt her knees weaken a little. They had spent hours talking about their kinks, all of the little triggers that sent her down the rabbit hole of submission, and clearly he’d been taking notes. Dammit, she couldn’t do this! Weakly, Sara tried to pull away. Read more »