Fantasy Realized No. 01
40’s woman plays escort to younger man.
Author’s note:
These stories are fantasy where nobody is hurt by infidelity and STD’s don’t exist. If you don’t understand the concept of fantasy, and feel compelled to comment on morality and safe sex practices in fiction, you’ll probably be happier reading something else?
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The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Steph emerged, turned left, and started down the corridor. All so familiar in a life filled with business trips, yet this time was different. She felt like she’d never been in a hotel before. Her destination was room 6130, the corner suite at the end. A man she’d never met was waiting for her there. He was going to pay her to have sex with him. She was going to.
This is insane. Screamed inside her brain.
She was a top account manager at KN Pharmaceuticals. A divorced mother with twin daughters in college. She owned a lovely home outside Chattanooga and drove a new Audi SUV, both debt free. It was as if none of that was real or mattered.
She didn’t need the money. And she’d never done anything remotely similar in her life, even in her wild college days. In short, this was crazy. Insane level crazy.
Nothing prevented her from turning back at any step. Walking past room 6120, Stephanie knew if she just thought it through, she would stop. She went by 6122. Her legs carried her past 6124 as if controlled by unseen forces. Passing 6126, she almost paused. Think. Go back to the comfortable safety of your life. But Steph’s legs carried her past that door, then in stride past 6128 and her hand rose to knock on 6130 even before she reached it. She gave his door two quick taps. If she’d hesitated at any point, even for a second, her ever-present rationality would have stopped her.
The footsteps approaching the door were quiet compared to the hammering of Steph’s heart. She was so ready to say, “Sorry, wrong room,” and disappear in a run.
But as the knob turned and the door began to open she realized she was more excited than she’d been since her teens. No, not her teens. More excited than she’d ever been. My God, I’m soaking through my panties…
~~~4 Hours earlier~~~
Stephanie Frost and Linda Simons shared an alcove table in the hotel’s better cocktail lounge. They were the shining stars amongst account managers at KN – saleswomen really, but the best, with lucrative accounts they’d built up. And very well paid as a result. They’d also been close friends for 20 years, and business was not the focus of their discussion.
“I’m starting to wonder if my sexual days are over,” Steph confessed.
Linda almost snorted her wine. “You’re barely past 40!” She declared. “Smart, sexy and successful.”
“A regular divorcee catch,” Steph retorted. “Who’s a great lay and probably horny as fuck?” Her smile was tinged with uncharacteristic bitterness.
“I’ve seen the way my husband looks at you,” Linda said, “and his married friends. You must get approached all the time?”
“Rarely.” Steph said pensively. “Success and power scare a lot of them off.”
“But that’s crazy!” her friend said.
“And the ones who do approach,” Steph was warming to her topic, “are so deferential and gentlemanly I struggle to keep from yawning in their obsequious faces.”
“What do you want, a caveman type?”
“I wouldn’t mind some of that inside him.” Steph confessed. “Waiting to get free.” She smiled wistfully. “A caveman lured from concealment by my desirability.” She sipped her scotch and pondered. “I’m respected professionally. In the bedroom I want passionate, not politically correct. I want raw desire. I want fucking and tit squeezing without the groveling ‘can I touch your breast’ conversation.”
Linda’s look encouraged Steph to continue.
“I was asked that Lin, two months ago. Second date. My blouse was already wide open, and I had his pants unbuckled and was about to release his manhood…” she smirked “…when he asked if he could touch my breast.” Steph’s exasperation was obvious. “Seriously, is that where we’re at now? Permission for each step? Can I put my tongue in your mouth?”
Linda’s eyebrows rose in question. She genuinely wondered how Steph responded to the man’s question.
“I said ‘No.’ It was such a buzz-kill I said no.”
“Oh my God!” Linda said with glee. “What did he do?”
“He looked like a kicked puppy. I buttoned my blouse and gave him my hard look. The one I learned to give Tom during our divorce.”
“Oh…my…God…Steph. Frosty is back!” Linda knew Stephanie Frost’s high school nickname from the boys was ‘Frosty’. “You’re so bad.”
“So bored.” Steph retorted. “And I’m sure he didn’t want me to pull his shrinking dick out then because he was in full deflation.”
They laughed and clinked glasses. Two men at the bar turned to look at their laughter, but didn’t move to approach them.
“For me,” Linda took up the topic, “sometimes I just want sex without the whole relationship thing. What does that make me?”
“A guy.” Stephanie replied and they burst into laughter again. “I’m a slut, but you’re a guy.”
“Well that’s it, isn’t it?” Linda said. “It’s OK for a man to just want to get laid, to want some T and A without emotional complication. Yet it’s so very shocking when we want some cock.”
Steph was surprised her friend used the word “cock” and realized how seriously she meant her statement. She asked, “So… how do you have ‘just sex’ without the relationship, in a marriage?”
Surprisingly, Linda blushed and looked profoundly uncomfortable. She actually squirmed in her seat.
Suddenly understanding that her friend had secrets she hadn’t shared, Steph pressed. “C’mon Lin, you’ve gotta spill.”
Hunched over her wine glass and looking down, Linda mumbled, “There’s this group.”
Steph waited for her to continue because she knew that trying to hurry details from Linda would be futile.
“I kind of stumbled into it.” She took a sip of wine and looked Steph in the eyes. “Shortly after that, I joined.”
Steph nodded, encouraging Linda to continue. “Most of us are attached, but occasionally feel the need for something different. The group is about finding that something different as safely as possible. Others in the group aren’t attached, and want to keep it that way. They want sex without the relationship business. Either way, sex without involvement.”
Steph wondered about Linda’s husband. “Is Jim involved too, Does he know?”
“No. He’s not involved. There are couples who are both in, but it’s mostly about having fun on the side, separate from the rest of our lives. And we don’t talk about it with people who aren’t in the group. Others knowing would be a messy complication.” Pausing to look in Steph’s eyes, Linda saw something close to shock so she continued. “It’s about enjoying the physical without involvement.” Her look grew intense because she so wanted Steph to understand the next thing she was going to say. “There is incredible freedom for people like me in having sex without all the rest. Just sex.”
Steph quietly tried to absorb her friend’s revelations, so Linda continued.
“Have you heard of fraysexuality?”
Steph shook her head, “No.”
“A fraysexual is someone who is sexually attracted to people they don’t know and the physical attraction lessens as they become closer. Kind of the opposite from how things normally work.”
“And you’re fraysexual?” Steph asked incredulously.
“No. I enjoy having sex with Jim and he’s the love of my life, but sometimes I need something more and don’t want an affair or additional involvement. So there are elements of fraysexuality in my personality. Nothing in real life is as cut and dried as the psychological categories.”
“You just want more sex than Jim.” Steph challenged.
“I guess. But there’s more to it. I want it with a stranger.” Sincerity was etched on Linda’s face as she continued. “I get so turned on when I’m on my way to fuck a stranger, I worry about the evidence running down my leg.”
Now it was Steph’s turn to blush, for herself and for Linda. She’d never heard her talk so graphically.
“And in our group I can do it safely. Our bond is our desire for uninvolved sex and we all have something to lose if the secret gets out. We don’t talk about our group, period.”
“Except you’re telling me.” Steph said.
“The one exception is when we approach someone to invite them into the group. They have to be vouched for and pre-approved.”
Steph’s eyes got bigger.
“I vouched for you Steph, and you’re pre-approved to sample what we’re about.”
Linda wondered if she’d made a mistake when she saw how surprised Steph was. “Think it over, for as long as you want. If you never mention it again I’ll know your decision and be fine with it. I know you’ll never violate my confidence.”
“Of course not.” Steph replied, almost angry that Linda even thought to add that last part.
“But,” Linda continued, “If this isn’t for you, we also can’t talk about the group again?”
“Yes,” Stephanie said, “I get that.” She took a large sip of scotch. “Did you know you were going to tell me about your group today?”
“I thought there was a good chance, and your comments about your frustration pretty much sealed the deal.”
“So how does it work?” Steph asked with growing interest.
“Well, most of the group travel a lot for work, like us. That makes hotel meets a natural. Then we often add elements of role-play, especially for first meets.”
“First meets?” Steph asked. “I thought it was limited to one time meets?”
“Not at all. Maybe most are, but there are no rules about it. We avoid developing traditional emotional relationships but even in purely physical relationships it’s nice to learn a person’s triggers and limits and how to push them to new levels.” Linda flashed her naughty smile when she added, “Or be pushed. To someplace you’ve never been.”
Linda continued. “So…” she paused, “a joining of bodies and satisfaction of desires rather than something you ‘also do’ as part of a relationship, but here’s the twist I’ve realized with me. It would be sad and empty for me if that’s all I had, but it’s perfect on the side when I have the marriage I want?”
“Well, I’m sour on relationships,” Steph said, “but miss the physical aspects that come with having one.” The prospects definitely piqued her interest. “Give me an example of using role play for a first meet.”
“Sure. I was going to role-play into a first meet this evening.”
“But you’re catching a flight home in a few hours?” Steph was puzzled.
“I didn’t know that until this morning, about the same time I found out that you were also booked here for tonight.”
“So you wouldn’t have planned the meet if you knew I was going to be here?”
“I would have planned around us. I’ve done that several times.” The naughty smile reappeared on Linda’s face.
Her statement truly stunned Steph, who said, “I had no idea.”
“I know. Maybe it would have been a late night meet, or a morning fuck. Mornings are my favorite!”
“How was role play going to be involved?” Steph asked with growing interest.
“He’s a devoted husband and father who cherishes his family life. But their sex is vanilla and rote. Always the same and never adventurous with a long list of ‘don’t’ rules. He needs more. Not wants more – needs more – without risking his family life. Before finding our group he often considered seeing an escort, but never did because the risks were unacceptable.”
Steph listened with rapt attention.
“I was going to be his high-end escort. A thousand for 90 minutes.”
“He was really going to pay you?” Steph asked.
“Yes.” Linda flashed that wild smile again, “And I was really going to suck his cock and fuck him.”
“Have you done that before, role-played as an escort?” Steph asked.
“Yes.”
“Was it weird?”
“I was shocked how naturally I played the role. I was liberated. Instead of being embarrassed by the slutty desires I have, and that you have,” pointedly looking at Steph, “I played them up as part of my role. And I was doing it safely because of our group.” Linda glowed and had grown animated. “I wanted to scream with the freedom of going full slut! The honesty of embracing a fantasy I’ve always keep hidden.”
This flood of revelations overwhelmed Steph. She asked, “Safely because it was someone from the group rather than a total unknown?”
“Sure. But also safe because it wasn’t in a relationship. I didn’t worry I would disappoint or shock. Or be rejected by someone I care about, someone who’s part of my life?” She thought some more before continuing, “Sex was the only expectation.”
“What if you change your mind? You know, once you meet the person?”
“Then you call it off. I’m sure that happens but it hasn’t happened to me yet.”
“So this guy you were going to meet as an escort,” Steph’s curiosity was in full stride now, “You haven’t met before?”
Linda shook her head no.
“Does he do this a lot, or don’t you know?”
“First time. He isn’t a full member in the group yet.” Linda looked appraisingly at Steph before continuing. “That’s why I started thinking he might be perfect for your first side-encounter.”
Steph wasn’t shocked by Linda’s disclosure, she’d seen it coming, but she was shocked by the intensity of her body’s reaction. She felt licentiously free in her core with receptively moist labia waiting between her legs. A professional woman transformed to squishy willingness.
Five minutes earlier Steph would have rejected the idea out of hand. Now she asked, “What else do you know about him?”
Linda told her what she knew. It wasn’t a lot, two paragraphs he’d written for his bio to the group. Daniel. Six years younger than them. A physical description and key points that he thought were important, as verified by his sponsor. And she’d already emailed to tell him that she couldn’t make their meeting but knew someone else who might be able to, if he was interested.
“How’d you describe me?” Steph asked. She was slim with smallish C-cup breasts whereas Linda had an hourglass figure.
“Accurately.” Linda smiled, “And I added that you’re a divorcee who’s a great lay and horny as fuck.” They laughed out loud and heads turned again. “But I didn’t tell him your nickname was ‘Frosty’.
“And yes…he is interested.” Linda added.
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Daniel Williams opened the door of his suite to an attractive, well dressed brunette in normal clothes. He realized he’d expected her to dress differently because of why they were meeting. She entered quickly. He closed the door behind her and they were both instantly relieved that the awkwardness of their meeting would not be on display in the hallway.
“I’m Dan.” He said, extending his hand.
“Stephanie.” She replied, shaking his hand. A handshake??
He openly appraised her, as a customer would if she really was an escort. Very good looking. And without consciously meaning to make such a comparison, he then decided she was not as beautiful as his wife. Damn, why am I thinking about Jill now, of all times? I guess…because I’m about to cheat? Second thoughts rapidly overwhelmed him. I shouldn’t. I can’t do this.
Steph read his expression and knew he was going to call it off. And understanding that, she also realized how badly she needed to get laid. Now. She walked further into the suite and then into the corner bedroom that had floor to ceiling windows for outside walls. There was a Jacuzzi tub located against the inside corner. An escort would casually do this, she thought, to make sure there aren’t others hiding? But Steph was busy thinking rather than looking around, hastily putting together a plan to make this still happen.
Returning to the front room of the suite Steph exaggerated the sway of her hips and approached Daniel like a stalking feline. Her movements were intentionally over the top and she wore a brazen smile. She didn’t stop until she’d walked right into right him and pressed her body against his. She placed a hand on his chest. Without stepping back she looked up to meet his eyes and murmured, “You got us the perfect room for fucking.” Then she moved her hands as if to straighten his shirt collar, the way a woman will for her man.
Instead of adjusting the collar she opened the top button.
And the one below it.
Dan felt like he was in an unknown universe. A strange reality where a normal, beautiful woman is shamelessly sexual. Where she talks about fucking for Christ’s sake, using the word!
Steph continued pressing her lower body into his as she fingered his collar and felt his cock growing stiff against her stomach. “I think you have something for me.” She breathed.
He abruptly broke body contact and turned towards the dresser. “Yes, I forgot. I’m sorry.” He turned back to her and held out an envelope.
Steph smiled at his awkwardness and accepted it while saying, “I was thinking of something else.” When she placed the envelope on the dresser, her other arm fell so the back of her hand intentionally brushed his length through tented slacks. “I think you have something for me that wants to come out?”
Dan’s misgivings were dematerializing.
“Something to lick?” Steph whispered. Her mouth opened slightly and she ran her tongue along her lower lip. “And suck?” She smiled seductively and pressed into him again as she confessed, “I love sucking cock.” She moved her hips suggestively and added, “And balls.”
Dan’s everyday life disappeared in this strange new universe. He felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. Only that moment, in that very room, existed.
“Do you like having your balls sucked,” Steph asked curiously, “or only licked?”
Dan swallowed. His cock strained inside his slacks. “I…I don’t know?” He said while thinking, Oh Jesus, fuck me dead, please do both. His wife fellated him like it was another disagreeable task that was required but without ever giving attention to his balls. She treated them like they were dirty.
“Would you like to find out?” Steph whispered sexily. “I think you’ll enjoy both. Having them licked…and…sucked.”
Steph had already gone beyond role playing. She’d become herself, her fantasy self. For once, rather than staying hidden beneath motherhood, professionalism, competence and respectability, her sexuality was free. The carnal currents ever flowing beneath the fabric of her life emerged as a free flowing river to carry them to primal freedom together and Steph savored the liberation of releasing herself into its timeless pull.
Steph pressed into him with her head against his chest. She looked down and dropped her hand to the bulge in his slacks. She boldly explored his shape and moaned softly. His cock grew harder in response. She lusted for the heat she felt inside his slacks and imagined taking it inside her. Then she stepped back, met his eyes and knew she had him. Wordlessly taking his hand in hers, she led him into the bedroom.
The room was well lit. The huge windows made the king bed seem like a stage in a sea of surrounding city lights. Steph loved the exposed feeling. She wanted to perform.
She dropped his hand, stepped to the bed and turned to face him. “Want to see what you paid for?” She asked in a husky whisper.
He nodded, swallowing with difficulty.
Steph pulled her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and unbuttoned it slowly, enticing and teasing with every button while she watched him. His obvious desire for her, fed her lust and amped her performance. When she’d opened the last button Steph let the garment fall open to reveal her chest, black lace bra and smooth abdomen. Dan watched spellbound as she pushed her chest out, extended her arms low and behind her and shrugged to slide the blouse down them. It fell to the carpet with a soft plop. Her areolae, topped with remarkably stiff nipples, were alluringly visible inside the sheer bra. Steph raised her hands to take the stiff nubs in her fingers, roll them through the material, tug them, and pinch them. Her body shuddered when she pinched harder.
Dan could see how hard she pinched and breathed, “Oh…”
Her hands dropped to the side closure on the waist of her skirt and she looked at him questioningly.
“Oh…yes.” He said. When she didn’t move quickly enough he stepped to her and took the closure in his fingers. “Let me.” He said in a strained voice. Steph kicked off her pumps as Dan opened the skirt. Then he slid his hands inside the loosened garment and, following the curve of her ass cheeks, pushed it lower until it fell on its own. His hands slid around Steph’s thighs to come back up the front of her legs.
He moved back to look at her and through panties as sheer as her bra, he could see all the lurid detail of her labia. Steph knew the wetness between her legs increased the translucence of the material and she shamelessly presented herself. Her body was saying, look at me, look at my sex. Her wanton display increased the volume of blood flowing into Dan’s cock and made him hard. Hot bone that ached for release.
When she slipped her hand inside the damp lace he could see her fingers sliding in wet folds. Their breathing was the only sound in the room. When a finger began to penetrate her slit, Steph’s breaths quickened, Dan’s stopped, and the finger continued disappearing until her last knuckle was against wet labia. He ached for it to be his finger curling and stroking inside her sex, to be exploring her so intimately and getting pussy squeezed. She slowly withdrew the finger, then added a second one to it and penetrated her hole again. Steph began panting softly when she curled both fingers to her front wall and started working them in and out. Dan barely breathed. He’d never watched a woman pleasure herself in person and everything about it enchanted him.
“Fuck…” He exhaled.
They both watched as Steph withdrew her hand. Her fingers emerged shiny and slick. When she raised them towards her mouth he intercepted her hand and brought it to his face instead, and took her fingers inside his mouth. Dan’s eyes smoldered as he savored the rich flavor of her lust and his hot gaze held her with the same iron certainty as the grip on her wrist. He wasn’t squeezing but his hold was unquestionable and her body felt him deep inside where nothing reached.
They were being drawn together into timeless currents where rational thought gives way to primal command.
He released her hand and said, “Show me more of what I paid for,” repeating the words she’d used to emphasize them. His psyche was quickly embracing the notion that she was his. His to look at however he wanted. To touch. Squeeze. Lick. His to use.
Steph almost shivered when she saw the feral look coming into his eyes as she reached behind to unfasten her bra. She liked how the motion presented her breasts and savored the freedom of releasing the hooks. Then she moved her arms to the front and shook so the lacy garment slid down them. She put extra in the shake, to excite, and then stood before him. Her body was saying here’s what you paid for. Soft, warm. Wanting.
Dan stepped into her and claimed her teardrop shaped breasts in his hands. Her nervousness that they sagged too much disappeared in his squeeze and hearing his raspy voice. “Your tits are fucking perfect.” Coarse but meaningful words he could never say in his married intimacy. He squeezed them to present her nipples and leaned forward to lick one, then the other, and back again. When he started sucking, Steph pushed herself into his mouth and he responded with an intensified ardor she felt in her cunt.
He finally stopped and took a step back so she could continue showing him. Steph pushed her soaked panties down and stepped from them before sitting on the bed and scooting backwards until her head was near the pillow. She spread her legs with her knees raised, moved her hand to her glistening labia and again slipped two fingers inside with a moan. Then she brought the sex-slimed fingers to her mouth this time, licked them with a defiant look and asked, “Are you going to keep your clothes on?”
Dan unbuttoned his shirt in a flurry and tossed it.
“Slow down, Baby.” Steph purred. “Give me a show.”
Dan paused and then smiled with the idea. The idea this beautiful woman wanted to look at his body excited him. The opposite of ‘lights off’ sex. He stepped to the foot of the bed and pulled his T-shirt up and off. Watching her face he dropped a hand to the obvious bulge in his slacks and stroked his length through the fabric. He watched her watch his hand. He knew she was imagining his cock, wondering about it, and the knowledge excited him
Steph’s hand had gotten active between her legs again.
She was wondering about his cock, imagining how he’d feel, hot and hard in her hand. How he was going to feel in her mouth, how the soft skin covering his veiny hard would feel against her lips. She imagined him between her legs and penetrating her. Steph imagined Dan fucking her with animal abandon, and she craved all of those feelings.
Dan unbuckled his belt. He opened the waist closure of his slacks. He pulled the zipper to the bottom of his fly. Then he sat on an ottoman to remove his shoes and socks while watching Steph. She was also putting on a show.
Steph brought pussy-slimed fingers to her breast and applied the sexy lubricity until her areola was covered and shiny and her nipple glistened stiff as an eraser. Her touch there, made her ache for his touch there. Dan stopped undressing and knelt spellbound on the foot of the bed, watching Steph. He’d never experienced a woman so sexually free and effortlessly unashamed. He was breathing deeply. Smiling, she again slipped fingers into her wet mess and moved them lewdly. When she made a show of bringing the coated digits to her other areola he crawled forward, following her hand. From inches away, he watched in fascination as she applied cunt cream to her other tit. Once she had it coated, she spread her arms to rest them on the bed, and settled back into the pillow. Her face was as open as her body.
On this well-lit stage, in this sea of sparkling city lights, Stephanie offered herself to Dan in just this way.
He leaned forward and licked the slick coating from her areola. He licked circles around her turgid nipple without actually touching his tongue to it. She ached for that contact while he teased. Steph begged with her tit before he switched to her other and did the same thing. A moan rose from deep inside her. Dan leaned back and savored the view. He relished the way his edging affected her. Her naked body flushed, warm and glowing. She quivered with tremulous breaths that came rapidly.
The intensity of Steph’s physical response to his stimulation stripped away the last of Dan’s inhibitions. They moved deeper into the current’s powerful pull together.
Finally, he began to tongue Steph’s nipple. He licked slowly with feather touch, then flicked rapidly like the erect nub was his tongue’s little toy, then moved to the other, and went back and forth. He replaced the flicking with firm licks that pushed the stiff nubs around in her soft mounds until, finally, he started sucking. Dan feasted on the flavor of her breasts and the sexy secretions covering them. Steph swooned, finally feeling tit engulfed in his warm mouth. She longed to give him more as he suckled with abandon. He added tiny nips with his teeth. He sucked sharp pulses that pulled deep inside her. She gripped the sheets in her hands when he moved lower, with kisses. And licks. And nips. And a twisting hunting tongue that snaked to her mons and between her legs and edged past her needy clit. He laid a serpentine wet trail onto the soft inside of her thigh, lower, almost to her knee before moving higher again with her legs spreading further, switching from thigh to thigh as Steph gripped the sheets more desperately and spread her legs so wide her wet folds opened to reveal cock craving pink, glistening with receptive scents he drew deep into his soul, whetting his feral hunger, releasing inexorable need to taste her cunt, to make her wild. He roughly pinned her legs open with his hands and invaded her slick slit tongue first, twisting and curling to the sweet sound of her gasps, licking greedily at her horny little inner hole, tongue-stroking her lips from inside, licking the length of her folds, drawing closer to her swollen clit as a finger slid into her slippery quim and a then second one and they pressed at her hole and his tongue licked her excited bean and her back arched and she coiled and then he engulfed her clitoris and sucked just as both fingers penetrated her hole to curl and stroke the front of her fuck-tunnel. She jerked from the mattress with a cry and gush within that flowed into a diminishing series of convulsive ejaculations onto his lapping tongue.
With surrounding buildings looking on, fifteen minutes after meeting, Mr. Daniel Williams greedily swallowed Ms. Stephanie Frost’s exciting satisfaction…and needed more. Of everything. A hunger had grown in him through years of vanilla diet. Hunger that ached. Hunger that brought him to this moment. Her cum in his mouth fed his hunger and heated his blood like the most potent aphrodisiac.
Her senses slowly returned, and with her eyes still closed Steph marveled at how quickly and powerfully she’d orgasmed. She thought she was probably as orgasmic as most women, but it’d never been like that. Then she realized his mouth was still there, with his tongue still moving lazily in her wet mess. It was like her cunt and his mouth had melded and then his fingers began gently pulsing on her G-spot again. Oh God…. Steph was helpless. She squeezed him in her slippery sleeve and moaned. Dan’s tongue snaked inside her and his fingers resumed frigging, stroking and demanding, taking her, making her, and he pulled her to zenith again and pushed her irresistibly into a second orgasm, shaking to the sound of whimpering cries that echoed from the large windows.
Dan gentled with his tongue as her shudders slowly calmed. Then he was kissing the inside of her thighs, and her mound, and then her belly, returning on the same path his mouth took minutes earlier except now the lower half of his face was wet with her and the shiny trail he left on her skin was her sexy secretions and her jizz and then his wet mouth was on her breasts. He’s driving me wild, Steph thought as the same mouth that had taken her sex so completely was pleasuring her tits with messy kisses and licks and sucking and bites and she realized, Oh fuck. Oh…My…God… he’s got me going again, and his mouth was everywhere on her upper chest, on her neck, his lips were at hers and finally her tongue was twisting with his in joined mouths that were rich with the exotic flavors of her cunt. I never tasted like that before, she thought, as if he’d released something inside her that had ever been held back, waiting for him to set it free.
Dan paused their kiss long enough to murmur, “I never got a woman off so easily,” he resumed their kiss and then added, “or so beautifully.” He kissed her on the lips, then softly on the forehead, and then Steph tilted her head to him so he resumed their deep mouth kiss.
When she felt his wonderful tongue in her mouth it was as if she could feel it playing with her clit again and licking inside her body and making her cum. Making her cum for him. When the kiss ended she spoke softly, in an awed voice. “It’s never been like that before…for me…”
Steph reached her arms around him. Held him. She felt his heartbeat against her breasts. Through his open slacks, she felt his hard heat pressed against her sex and needed to feel him inside. “Fuck me.” She whispered, then more urgently, “Please fuck me.”
Without moving from where he was, Dan twisted to push his slacks down his legs, and his shorts, and he kicked the clothing from his feet. When he rolled back into her he pushed his hot bone against her sexy mess and began moving his hips. She pushed herself against him and panted, “Oh God…” louder each time he slid back and forth through her folds, and then reached to guide him inside as she’d always done with her husband.
“No.” He said forcefully. His wife likewise always guided him but this time he was in charge. He grasped his shaft and slid the smooth head between her lips to coat it with pussy slick. He positioned his slippery plum at the portal to her deeper pink, her hotter inside, and started pressing into her.
As Steph tried to push herself onto his cock she realized she hadn’t even seen it yet, hadn’t held it in her hand or taken it into her mouth. She didn’t know how thick he was or how long, and she didn’t care. All she cared about was taking him inside to squeeze him in her slick sleeve and make him fuck her with bruising, grunting ferocity. To coat him in her cum as he pounded her. To milk him until he pumped her full of his hot load. Steph wanted to feel their combined jizz ooze from tender lips and trickle down her thigh. She wanted to feel like a properly fucked woman.
Dan pushed.
The size of the slippery cock head pressing into her hole scared Steph and she wanted to be careful but she needed to be wild, afraid and wanton in the same heartbeat and she felt her opening stretch and give to his push and try to take him inside, try to open enough, feeling every bit of his girth…until finally her body took his hot plum into her wet squeeze and her giving hole contracted around the shaft pushing it deeper. Steph gasped, “Oh.” Her voice revealed relief and triumph. And surprise. When she felt him move inside her she whispered, “Oh…Fuck.” in delight.
Dan arched his back to pull out of her and his thick glans flare stimulated her hole as he withdrew. For a heartbeat emptiness consumed Steph but then he was pushing into her again. Deeper. Stretching her inside and filling before again withdrawing and leaving her wanting. She wrapped her legs around his as he pulled back, felt the intensity of his mating hunger when his thigh muscles coiled and then she spurred him with her heels. Stallion strong thighs drove his cock into her in a thrust that slammed their pubic bones together. Steph gasped, breathless. Dan grunted. Her cunt squeezed his veiny penetration.
Steph felt more taken than she’d thought possible before that moment. By his stretching girth. By the intensity of their desire. By feeling him moving inside her, fucking her, emptiness in the wake of each exodus and surrender to the penetration that followed. Dan drove his heat to her limit with ferocity he never allowed himself at home. Quaking Steph’s tits and soft parts, bruising her lips and insides and grunting into her excited exhalations. With her arms around his back she moved her legs to the top of his ass to open herself more and pull him ever deeper. She demanded more when his wife would have stopped him. More cock, more ferocity, more freedom in each other.
They were swept into stronger primal currents even as she felt her release building and rising inside. The room was alive with female cries that freed him to thrust harder as she squeezed his swelling shaft and pulled him deeper until she convulsed in orgasm at the moment he drove his cock through the limits of her flesh in matching orgasmic thrust. His seed jetted into her pulsing jizz in coital combination. Steph’s orgasmic contractions continued through each of Dan’s continuing thrusts, and spurts heralded by animal grunts, and feminine cries…until finally they were done.
The cries and the wet slapping sounds of fucking gave way to panting.
They didn’t let go. Their hearts beat together as if skin and bone didn’t separate them. A need they had shared was now cum messed together. Steph felt it oozing from tender lips stretched around his softening shaft. Dan felt it trickle down his ball sack and drip to the sheet.
“Fuck…” he whispered. She tightened her arms around him in response. He kissed her neck below the ear. She tilted her head to offer him more neck and his kisses traveled to her chin and then found her mouth and they fell into a deep after-sex kiss.
“Fuck…” she whispered when the kiss ended.
They were content to stay in the quiet, after.
It seemed like hours later that they became aware of the city sounds so many stories below. It may have been just minutes. It didn’t matter. Nothing beyond the windows mattered.
Steph leaned back to look at Dan more closely, appraising him. “Where did you come from?” She asked with a hint of awe.
He met her eyes and wanted to ask the same question, wanted to understand the lives and circumstances that resulted in them naked together on this bed. But…does it matter? He wondered. He flushed with gratitude that they had found each other for this. He felt like an essential part of him that had long been denied was free. He thought all of that, but only said, “I don’t know.”
Surprisingly – or not at all – she understood perfectly.
They kissed again, then lay alongside each other and quietly listened to world noises many stories below.
When she finally stirred and climbed from the bed he rolled to his side to watch her. She walked to the large Jacuzzi in the corner of the room. She moved beautifully, uninhibited by her nakedness. She started the water to fill the tub and then looked at him with a smile. “Is this a honeymoon suite? Did you really book a honeymoon suite for this?”
He sheepishly nodded yes, then more boldly said, “It’s great.”
“It is,” she agreed and turned to adjust the water temperature.
Dan was captivated by the soft curve of her breasts when she leaned over and by the way her hanging flesh jiggled when she turned the faucets and finger tested the temperature. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said hoarsely.
Steph straightened up as she turned to face him, then brazenly cupped her tits in presentation.
“Damn, Steph…”
“Am I as beautiful as your wife?” She asked, then instantly flushed with regret. Even though she meant it playfully, it was the wrong question. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright.” Dan said, then decided to answer because he’d been thinking about that very thing. “Maybe not from across the room,” he said truthfully, “or say…photographed.” He searched for the words, “But when the living you is seen…when your soul is felt,” he paused, “no woman could be as beautiful as you.” His voice strained with emotion.
Despite the intimate purpose of their meeting, neither of them had expected such genuine feeling. It embarrassed them, but Steph’s expression revealed the depth of her gratitude. “Thank you.” She murmured.
Dan’s hot gaze roamed her nakedness as she returned to the bed and Steph glowed in it. She’d always been one to deflect compliments, but had absorbed his praise and felt beautiful in a newly natural way. Effortless beauty. It showed. Steph knew it showed. She saw it on his face.
Even knowing and feeling what she did, a thrill still shivered through her when he repeated, “So fucking gorgeous.”
When she leaned over to kiss him her breasts swung into his suddenly waiting hands. He squeezed them while their tongues twisted and the kiss became a long one. When she finally leaned back he continued fondling and manipulating her with obvious pleasure. She’d always been satisfied with hers, but 43 years of gravity had an effect on tits. Before she could ask his breast opinion, he buried his face in them, kissing, licking and nuzzling. She wrapped her arms around his head and moaned.
When he finally stopped and smiled up at her she said, “I hope there isn’t someplace else you have to be soon.”
“No.” He answered.
“Good.” Knowing he was watching intently, she walked back to the whirlpool tub and stepped in. Half for real and half for effect she shivered as she started to lower herself into the hot water with her arms pressed close to squeeze her tits together and push them out. They were goose-bumped. She smiled seductively as she slipped into the water.
He watched from the bed without moving, as if he wasn’t going to join her.
“Seriously?” She asked with a smile.
He smiled back. The frenzied rush they felt when she first came into his suite had passed. Wondrously, they now shared the relaxed ease of long-time lovers. Like they were meant to be together, that way, in that room.
She activated the water jets and leaned back against the slope of the tub with a contented sigh. When he finally stood and walked to join her she looked him over as openly as he’d appraised her. Nice view, she thought. His cock hung half-hard and swung side to side as he approached and her gaze fixed on it when he stopped next to the tub. Really nice view. She looked up to his face and asked, “Have you been told you have a beautiful cock?”
When he shook his head “no” his cock swung in agreement.
“It is.” Steph said softly. Still reclined in the tub she reached a wet hand to it so a few drops of warm water ran from her finger, down his shaft along a snaking vein, around the rim of his glans and dripped from his frenulum. His cock responded by visibly getting longer and thicker. She took him in her extended hand and felt the weight of heated blood pumping into him again. “But after feeling this beautiful part of you inside me, maybe ‘wonderful’ is a better word?”
Steph reached for Dan’s hand and coaxed him into the swirling, bubbling water. She guided him to sit between her legs and lean back into her breasts. Then she leaned forward until her lips touched his ear and added, “Or spectacular.” She pretzeled her legs around him as he reclined into her, with her feet between his legs. She wrapped her arms around his chest. “Your wife is lucky to have that all the time.” She felt strangely less hesitant about mentioning Dan’ wife.
“It’s not like this with her.” He said quietly. “Maybe in the beginning it was…a little. But now…”
She responded by briefly tightening her arms and legs on him, then releasing the pressure.
“Our married sex is kind of,” he searched for the word, “formulaic. It’s difficult to bring my wife to orgasm. But I’ve never been like this with anyone, even before I got married.” He said, “You bring it out.” He twisted his neck to look back at her. “What is it about you?”
Steph snorted a small laugh, “That’s what I was going to ask you.”
“You’re so orgasmic.” He said. “Nothing’s as exciting as a woman in orgasm and yours…” he desperately searched for the right word, and gave up.
“Have never been so wonderful before.” She finished for him. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Are you role-playing now?” He challenged. “Feeding the customer’s ego?”
“No,” she whispered, “I’m not.”
Hot blood pulsed into Dan’s cock with every heartbeat. Her statement excited him profoundly and Steph felt him harden against her foot. Even in the hot swirling water she felt his heat. One of her hands slid to his pubes, then circled his shaft and felt it thickening before cupping his balls. “Can you go again?” She asked playfully.
“I could the last time I tried.” He said before ruefully adding, “But that was in college.”
Her other hand slipped below. Steph slid the soft skin up and down his hardened shaft with one while the other rolled and fondled his balls. “I think you can.” She murmured. Still wrapped around him, she slid her wet breasts against his back and kissed his neck. “There’s no hurry.”
“But we’ve got to keep it within the 90 minutes, right?” He said playfully.
She bit his neck.
They were beyond relaxed by the time they killed the water jets and Dan helped Steph climb from the tub. He dried her with a plush towel. Gently and thoroughly, with delicate kisses applied to each part once it was dry. She glimpsed his face several times as he did and once again saw her beauty reflected there. She also felt beautiful in the caressing touch of his hands all the while he tended to her. Then, when he was still kneeling to dry her feet, she became beautiful on his tongue when it slid through tender folds, into where she was wet.
Earlier he’d pushed her, making her orgasm for him. This time he was as gentle as he’d been insistent before. Kneeling between her legs he lured with delicate tongue strokes and nuanced wet caresses that drew her ever higher so effortlessly she was formless and weightless. Silent until the very moment she passed zenith and released in fragile surprise. She softly moaned, “Oh…” She shuddered. She disintegrated in the astonished joy of an ethereal climax that tingled her scalp, radiated through every cell of her being and curled her toes in cartoonish fashion.
Dan was standing alongside before her legs gave way, steadying her in his arms. She tasted her sweetest cum ever when they kissed. He led her to the bed and helped her under the covers. He joined her spooned against her back and cupping a breast he whispered, “That was exquisite.”
She nodded mutely.
He squeezed soft tit. He rolled a nipple, turgid from her release. And then they lay, unhurried, and slept.
Steph woke first. She felt dreamy and slow to understand where she was. The room and king bed and the naked man pressed into her back slowly materialized as if in a fog. He still had his arm draped over her and his hand still touched her tit. She felt as if she’d woken from a dream…and found the dream was real.
Still on her side, she pushed back into him and moved her hips. His cock grew against her ass. When Steph kept moving he continued to harden and was soon between her cheeks. He was fully awake long before his cock was hard and found her wet lips. Their spooned hips began moving in coital imitation and his pussy slicked head probed ever deeper into her glistening folds, hard heat intent on wet squeeze. Their bodies squirmed together, pushing and adjusting with shared determination to find the right position until she finally felt him at her hole. He roguishly squeezed her tit and bluntly entered with a thrust from his hips that met hers pushing back. His brutal penetration forced the breath from her lungs. She sucked air as he pulled his hips back, and then he thrust forward so forcefully her lungs were emptied again and she was fully impaled on his cock.
They’d gone from sleep to primal rutting in record time and Dan was not backing off. Her body tried to match his movement but couldn’t match his tempo. Each time he pulled back her body tried to follow but couldn’t in time so he slammed into her again with the next forward thrust. He brutalized her. She would have screamed in helpless pleasure but didn’t have the breath for it. Without breaking fuck-stroke Dan grabbed a pillow and pressed it against the front of her hips as he rolled her face down underneath him. His legs were astride hers and her ass was elevated by the pillow. The position enhanced the pressure of his cock rubbing her G-spot with every thrust and his legs pressing hers together increased the stimulation of her shaft licking lips. The sensations intensified exponentially when he extended his arms to elevate his upper body and increase the weight of his pistoning hips. Then he pinned her to the mattress with a hand on her lower back, fisted her hair in the other and pulled with enough force to lift her face from the mattress. Their animal joining was clearly reflected in the window she was suddenly looking at. Even though it was her body experiencing what she watched in the obscene reflection Steph was stunned by the brutality she saw there. The excitement overwhelmed her. Her helpless squeaks grew louder and came quicker as he increased the pace of his fucking and lengthened his strokes. Her eyes opened wider to the scene as he pulled her hair harder. She saw that nothing could stop him and her squeaks became an endless shriek of intense joy that joined with his rolling growl and she was going to break and he was going to break her…until she finally gave and he took and gave himself and they disappeared into rapture.
Dan collapsed onto Steph’s sweat sheened back with his full weight. Hearts pounding, their bodies hot. He bit the side of her neck, almost sharply enough to break skin and she shivered. He was still inside her. She moved only enough to feel him there. Without taking her gaze from their reflection in the window she asked, “How do you know?” He too was looking at their reflection, and his face showed he didn’t understand. “What I need,” she explained, “know what I need when I didn’t even know?”
They watched themselves reflected in the window. He moved his hips like they were still fucking, slowly. He was still hard enough. “I didn’t know.” He said. “Our bodies knew.”
The setting revealed reality. Their bodies loved. Their bodies mated without the confusion of thought. Steph and Dan were intruders in this love more pure than rational minds can truly comprehend.
They remained in coital embrace to extend their presence in this borderless reality, until it was grudgingly crowded out by everyday life pushing on them with vague noises outside and the soft identifiable ding of an elevator’s arrival down the hall.
Steph remembered when the elevator dinged with the arrival of who she used to be.
She shivered underneath him as evaporating sweat cooled their bodies. When she tried to squeeze the manhood still inside her quim she unintentionally pushed him out, with a string of tiny queefs proclaiming the expulsion. They burst into immature laughter that released a remarkable gush of cum that pulsed from her folds and streamed over his cock and sack. They felt the volume.
“You certainly cum a lot, Hun.” She teased as if in her escort role again.
“You got all of me Baby, but I think most of it is yours.” He replied in the character of a John to her escort.
Steph turned within his embrace to face him without allowing any space between their bodies as she did. She wiggled lower so her tits slid over his cummy cock, then her chest and neck and chin and finally her face. Looking up, she met his eyes and began licking him as he watched. She adored him with her mouth. She licked his messy shaft and jizz-slippery plum. When she licked his balls he closed his eyes in pleasure. He moaned when she tea-bagged the emptied orbs and gently sucked them. Then she took his head and some veiny shaft into her mouth and suckled. Dan felt her suck the last drop of him through his length and into her mouth. Steph wiggled her tongue in his slit as she withdrew.
“Both.” He said hoarsely.
She cocked an eyebrow.
“You were right.” He explained. “I like having my balls licked and sucked.”
Steph smiled dreamily. “You’ve a lovely set.” She murmured.
Dan pulled her higher until her cum smeared face was at his. Their ejaculate was slimy on her lips, around her mouth and on her cheeks. He kissed her deeply and they shared the rich flavor of their mating. The kiss continued and became their longest, and the most satisfying.
They lay quiet for a long time before finally climbing from the messy bed and showering together. The honeymoon suite included a huge walk-in shower but they remained pressed together while they washed each other. Then they silently took their time getting ready to rejoin their everyday lives. It was an easy silence neither felt the need to fill.
When they finished dressing, Steph adjusted Dan’s collar with the familiarity of spouses. She remembered the awkwardness when they first met.
As she finished with his collar he asked, “Are you going to do this again?”
She arched an eyebrow.
“Pretend to be an escort?” He explained.
“I don’t think so?” She answered. “It would disappoint.” She smoothed his shirt front and stepped back.
He nodded understanding.
“But maybe something else? She said. I think I’ll become part of the group.”
He nodded agreement again.
Then he reached out to hold her shoulders at arm’s length. “I’d like to stay in touch?” He said softly, without expectation.
She nodded emotionally. They embraced fully. Their bodies felt each other through the concealing fabric.
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