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A short story once more
🕑 Added 2019-02-16 12:29:04 +0000 UTCA short story by Carlos Budet,
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It all began that evening, at the Hotel bar.
The business conference was...exhausting, to say the least.
It was shortly after she was seated, that their gazes met.
Sitting across the bar, his deep, dark, and mystifying eyes instantly caught her attention.
This is the memory that flashes before her, in an instant, as his tongue now caresses her neck, moving downwards, slowly, yet determinedly...
Unlike the usual jocks, he hadn't been flirting with her.
Just a brief smile, before he had turned back to his drink.
Seemed to have something on his mind at the time.
Just a brief smile, but...what a dazzler!
It was a smile that acknowledged her, despite whatever he was pondering.
It was a smile that told her that she was beautiful.
A man hadn't smiled at her that way in years.
Not even her husband.
And she didn't even know who this man was.
The warmth from his hands now burning through her blouse.
She pushes him back, as she reaches to take it off...
When the bartender had stopped to take her order, she had half-mindedly requested a glass of wine, just to ease the tension. Surely, not enough to get her drunk.
But she had been distracted. She kept visually seeking him.
He wasn't one to avoid her gaze, either.
Whenever their eyes met, he would entertain the moment.
Even now, as he stared deeply into them, just having removed his own shirt.
Just having exposed, a toned physique – not too muscular, not too thin.
The physique of a man who knows manual labor.
But, he was also intelligent...
"Were you, by chance, at the business meetup?"
That's what he had asked her.
She hadn't responded right away.
He had caught her off guard, as the bartender handed over her drink.
Just as he caught her off guard, now, lifting her to his lips, as if she were weightless to him.
Her lipstick had stained the glass of wine, as she placed it onto the bar.
They had only been speaking for a few minutes.
But she could already tell...he wasn't just another playboy.
Working his way up: middle management, expensive watch, modest clothing.
Talking about the company he plans on starting, once his contract is over.
A man with real plans.
Not even her husband...
...could sustain her weight the way he held her, kissed her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist.
Her hands exploring his medium-length hair.
Just enough to grab...
After finishing his drink, he had asked her favorite flavor of ice cream.
But, she found that she couldn't choose just one.
Between chocolate and strawberry, the closest thing available was neopolitan, or harlequin.
"Does that even count as a flavor?" She had asked him.
"Multicultured, I guess?" He had replied.
He said it with the same, dazzling smile.
You are beautiful.
Not having realized that she was married, he had asked if she would be open to trying "a new flavor". She had simply gazed at him, blank-faced.
Back studying at University, this may have been a frequent occurrence.
Since then, it had been years since she had felt this exhilarated.
"Is he teasing me?" The thought came.
But, at the same time, it had been a slight turn-off.
They weren't teenagers, anymore, after all.
So, she hadn't replied.
Instead, she had simply turned her head toward the bar, then back, to give him a more serious look.
"Sorry," he had said. "What I meant, was..."
"I would like to open your mind to new possibilities."
It wasn't the words, and it wasn't the wine.
It was the full package.
The whole experience, put together, was like that of being in a film where She was the star.
It was about the quality of the experience.
And right now, she is still the star, as she turns him onto the bed, and straddles him.
He does not resist. But even so...
His youthful hands continue their exploration...
Her hips, her belly, her back...
Stripping off her bra...
She leans closer, to kiss him again.
He doesn't kiss like her husband.
It was calling her.
It wasn't the texture of his lips, nor the scent of his cologne.
She couldn't quite tell what it was.
"Mmmh..."
A subtle moan escapes her, as he sinks his hands into her buttocks, on his way down, to unbutton her pants.
Their tongues meet teasingly, with another kiss.
Like lightning bolts flashing, she feels a strong, passionate urge, and moves closer.
Moves her tongue deeper, her pants halfway off now, his hands at work.
Before long, they are both nude.
To her surprise, he begins putting on a condom.
Before she could even think to say another word, he is already pulling her closer with one hand.
His other, still putting it on...
His tongue dives into her mouth.
Her eyes close, her mind blank, as all of her senses are ravished by his determined advances.
Lifting her once again.
Weightless.
For an instant, she opens her eyes wide, almost coming to her senses.
However, that dazzling smile...
You are beautiful.
A genuine experience.
He was giving it his all.
Every inch.
As it slipped deeply inside of her.
Lips locked, sweat emerging, the warmth of his body, yet the coolness of the Hotel room.
The smell of the clean sheets.
The feeling as he moved inside of her.
In and out.
Nothing like her husband.
He went even deeper, lifting her as he rose to his knees.
She could feel every inch, as his member kept kissing her cervix with every thrust.
"Don't stop..!"
Her husband always stopped.
He didn't stop...
"*moan* Ahh!"
She could feel the buildup. Her legs twitching.
He wouldn't stop...
His hard cock, forced out of her, as she unexpectedly gushes.
Her eyes widen as she breathes deep to catch air.
She certainly wasn't used to this happening...
Standing there, fully erect, his dark, mysterious eyes gaze into hers, with pure desire.
As if her sudden outburst had rekindled his passion, he moves closer.
Like a Lion...
But doesn't go in straight away...
Instead, he slowly rubs the head of his cock, against her vaginal lips, as she jumps slightly, each time he grazes her clitoris.
Lips locked.
Finally, he plunges in, once again.
And thus, they go on, for a few more hours.
As she explores new possibilities...
~ fin ~
