Impulse Affair - Part 8

We dozed on and off for some time, our hands occasionally reaching out to touch and caress each other's skin. When we talked, it was to share a memory, brought to mind by our time together. Things we wished we had done, but couldn’t bring ourselves to do. Places we had wanted to see, but then never visited. People we had loved, but never told.

Staying in bed, looking at his body, his muscles, his skin made me hungry for more. It also made me just plain hungry. As my stomach growled, he chuckled and reached for the phone. Raising an eyebrow for my permission this impulse lover of mine ordered breakfast for dinner; French toast, bacon, eggs Benedict and sausage.

“If we are going to do this right, let’s throw convention out the window.”

The food arrived in short order and he pulled out a chair for me, bowing gallantly as I sat down. “Duchess, your dinner sits waiting!” He reached into his duffle bag and pulled out a long black strip of fabric. Blindfolding me, he sat next to me and proceeded to feed me.

Not being able to see what I was eating, what the next bite would bring was a new experience for me. The food smelled better, tasted richer than ever.

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When a drop of syrup escaped the French toast, falling on my collar bone, he leaned in and kissed it off. His one touch sparked my desire which flamed as he began to drizzle syrup onto my naked breasts before nibbling and licking it off. When the hollandaise sauce from the eggs spilled from the fork onto my lips, he sucked it off as I moaned gently.

Food became the catalyst for our next round of passionate play. I never wanted it to end. I ate my full, but didn’t lose my hunger for him, and he knew it.

“Open your mouth Duchess.”

I complied, only to whimper in ecstasy as his hard shaft slid over my lips, to fill my ravenous mouth. “Get it nice and wet Duchess. I’m gonna fuck you until you are full of me.”

My saliva ran over his length as I licked and sucked his flesh. He pulled out and with a swift sure movement drew me to my feet.  Bending me over the table, he spread my soft ass cheeks before driving his cock into my wet pussy. I gasped as my tender hole filled with him. His thrusts drove my thighs into the table and I begged for more. His strong hands slapped my ass and still I pleaded for more from him.  

He rode me hard and I welcomed it. He had pleasured me gently and I had sucked him deeply, now he was taking me desperately and I craved it. It would wrap up this fantastic interlude and hold it forever in my mind.

His panting breath quickened and I knew he was close to his climax. Reaching a hand down, I rubbed my swollen clit as he bucked deep inside me. I came hard, my muscles clenching so hard they pulled a low, harsh cry from his lips. He shuddered as he came inside me, pressing against my back to steady his trembling body.

Impulse Affair - Part 7

With his hands grasped firmly on my hair, he guided my mouth to his hot, rigid shaft. “Open,” came the harsh order. I complied and he slowly slid his unyielding cock into my eager mouth. Slowly he pushed in, getting further and further until his engorged tip hit my throat. He paused, expected me to gag, but I pushed forward and took all of him in without flinching.

His amazed groan was all the incentive I needed. I closed my lips around him and ran my tongue over his rock hard flesh. He looked down at me, his face flushed and his mouth open slightly. I relished my power over him at this very minute.

“Oh Duchess, you’re so sexy; on your knees with my cock balls deep in your mouth.” His body trembled as I pushed my tongue against the underside of his dick.

He tightened his grip on my pony-tails and pulled my head back. “I want to fuck that sexy mouth Duchess. I want to fuck it hard.” His voice was rough with need.

“As you wish,” I whispered, opening my mouth wide.

He hammered my mouth with his cock, smothered moans wrenching from his throat as thrust after thrust went deep. His hands held my hair tight, controlling the speed and the force of entry. I loved every second of it. I kept my eyes open, watching his face as he gave in to his fantasy. His breath came faster and faster and his groans grew louder as he used my mouth to reach his climax.

I used my lips to add friction and suction, holding him in briefly before he pulled out. He closed his eyes, nearing his end. Reaching up a hand, I wrapped my fingers around his balls, kneading gently. His cries became urgent and his thrusts more desperate.

With a ringing cry, he thrust deeply into my mouth and held me tight to him. His cock throbbed as he came, warm jets of cum coating my throat. I sucked hard, draining every last drop. I noticed his legs were shaking.

He released my hair and I sat back on my heels, smiling broadly. He fell back onto the bed, spent. “Duchess, that was incredible. You are simply amazing.”

I crawled up to join him, pulling a blanket over our naked bodies.

Impulse Affair - Part 6

I woke suddenly, my body indicating an insistent need. I grabbed my gym bag as I crept to the bathroom, a luxurious expanse of marble and glass. Taking care of the necessities, I took a quick shower. I had an idea for round two with my impulse lover and wanted to freshen up.

As I brushed my hair, I heard him stirring in the other room.

“Do you need in here?” I called politely.

“Nope, I’m all good,” was the cheery reply.

I continued my preparations, pulling my long hair into two pig-tails and sliding on a navy blue sport skirt from my bag. I skipped the matching underwear – they would only get in the way. Finishing off with a tight white t-shirt, I turned to examine myself in the full-length mirror. Not quite a school girl costume, but pretty damn close. Without a bra my nipples stood out, still swollen from his earlier attentions.

I walked slowly to the door and paused, leaning on the door jam. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and as he took in my attire, his cock twitched and jumped to attention.

Twirling a pony-tail, I looked at him through my eyelashes. “Is there something I can do for you sir? I’m really a good girl. I don’t want to get into trouble sir.”

He licked his lips, his face flushing as his cock thickened. “I know you are a good girl. I’m sure we can work something out.” His voice was husky as he stared at me.

Getting to my knees, I slowly crawled across the floor to his feet. I saw his eyes widen as my skirt shifted, revealing my bare ass. His hard shaft was at eye level, the head bulging with one drop of glistening pre-cum sitting on the tip.

I reached out my tongue and licked the drop off, barely touching his hot flesh. I heard his sharp intake of breath and looked up at him coyly. “Did you like that sir? Was that okay?”

He swallowed hard before answering. “That was good, but how about you try it again? And this time, try taking the tip in your mouth.”

I licked over the tip and then slowly took in the head. I swirled my tongue over it and watched as his hands tightened on the bed sheets. I looked up into his eyes, his cock still in my mouth.

“More.” His voice was demanding. I gradually took more and more of his hard length into my mouth. “Good girl.”

I let him slide from my mouth. “Should I do it again sir?”

He nodded and once more I slowly slipped my lips and tongue over his tight cock. When I started to move up and down I heard him breathe deeply, enjoying the sensation. After a couple of minutes I took a break, still on my hands and knees at his feet. “Am I doing a good job sir? I just want to be a good girl.”

His hand reached out and stroked my hair. He smiled down at me. “You are a very good girl. But I know you can do better. This time I’ll help you out a bit.” Taking a pony-tail in each hand, he gave a gentle tug. I looked into his eyes and smiled.

Impulse Affair - Part 5

He pulled back and looked deep into my eyes. “Relax Duchess. As I said before, this is my turn. I plan on playing with you for a quite some time. I’m going to take you higher and higher until you can do nothing but scream.”

His utter frankness caught me off guard and I had to work hard to relax as he watched and waited. Finally satisfied, he moved in once more and his tongue slipped in and out of my soft folds. I drew a shuddering breath and tried hard not to tense up again. He lapped at my sensitive flesh, taking note of what made me shiver, shift or moan.

Using his lips, tongue and teeth, he did exactly what he promised. He sucked, licked and nibbled until my breath came in short sharp gasps, then he backed off, his hands moving up to play with my breasts. A sharp twist of my nipple made me yelp, but the wetness it caused below made him release how the pain excited me. His teeth played with them until they were reddened and I was twisting beneath him, the sensation more exciting than anything I had ever known.

After this short break, his head moved back between my thighs, his tongue flicking back and forth over my swollen clit until my cries grew loud and I tossed on the bed. He moved away again and that erotic pain bloomed again in my breasts.

Time and time again his mouth and hands tormented me as I writhed and moaned. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to take any more he changed things up, slipping two fingers into my hot, wet pussy. My breath caught in my throat as the pressure of his strong fingers against my inner walls almost sent me over the edge. I was desperate for my release, shifting against his hand in an effort to reach my peak.

Sliding those two fingers slowly in and out, he refused to be rushed. His fingers sought for and found that most sensitive bit of flesh. My back arched off the bed in reaction and he took a second to push me back onto the bed with his free hand.

“Please...” I begged, panting. “Please Wesley...”

“What do you want Duchess?” He kept up his slow, tantalizing pace in and out of my throbbing, wet pussy. “Is there something you want from me? Something I could do for you?”

“Please,” I pleaded. “Please make me come. I need to come so much.” Begging him for release seemed so right.

“That Duchess is something I can most definitely do for you.” His sexy smile was mirrored in his eyes as he held my gaze, moving his fingers in and out, faster and faster.

The pressure built and built within me as I bucked against his hand. Moving in quickly, his mouth found my clit, sucking hard. His lips clamped down on the tender nub, the friction of his tongue more than I could bear. I came screaming, my body tensing and quaking in ecstasy as his movements continued, drawing every tremor and whimpering cry from me until I lay spent on the bed, unable to move or speak.

“I knew I could make you scream.”

 

I remember him leaving me alone briefly. He returned with a warm wet cloth and tenderly wiped my entire body down. With a soft towel he dried me off and lifted me up to the pillows. Draping a blanket over my exhausted form, he lay down behind me and held me tight. We slept.

Impulse Affair - Part 4

I took several steps inside the room and halted in complete surprise as I looked around at the elegant luxury. This truly was every inch the decadent suite. From the hardwood floor to the bed covered with sumptuous linens to the tiled bathroom haven lying behind glass doors.

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Taking advantage of my sudden lack of forward progress, he came up behind me and slipped the cream linen jacket off my shoulders, draping it over an overstuffed chair. His strong hands caressed my shoulders, moving down my arms before coming to rest on my waist.

His touch felt wonderful and I shivered both in reaction and in anticipation. A moan slipped past my lips as his hands slid up, cupping my breasts while his lips kissed my neck, his warm tongues tasting and teasing the sensitive spot right below my ear.

With tantalizing slowness, my impulse lover began to remove my clothes, anointing each inch of bare skin with gentle caresses and feathery kisses.

I reached for his belt, eager to see all him. He captured my hands, placing them behind my back. “It’s my turn Duchess. I want to explore every inch of your tight little body.”

Trembling at the desire and need in his rough, low voice, I nodded. Throwing caution to the wind, I allowed him free reign to explore my body with his mouth and hands. A wet heat between my thighs indicated my own need for him.

When he had me completely naked, he moved to stand in front of me. His gaze was intense and I bit my lower lip when his mouth descended on my breast, sucking greedily at one then the other. His tongue flicked my nipples in swollen buds of sensitive flesh.

“Please,” I whispered. He paused in his oral assault. “You have named me Duchess. What do I call you?”

“You can call me Wesley.”

“As you wish,” I replied with a smile. My answer drew a sexy smile from him before his mouth resumed its exploration of my body.

He kissed my shoulders and my breasts, all the while walking me backwards, until my legs met the edge of the bed. Gently he pushed me down and laid me back down on the soft bedding. He stood and stared at my body until, embarrassed at the attention, I blushed.

“You are so fucking hot. If you only knew how many times I have seen you and wanted to know what it would be like to see you out of your sexy business suits and heels.”

Never had I felt so desired, so sexy in my life. I was amazed to hear an echo of my thoughts. I had seen him and wondered what he would look like naked. My thoughts went to the last time I had seen him in our office building. Our eyes had met, locking briefly. To know we had both been thinking the same thing...

My musings were interrupted as he knelt between my legs, his strong fingers smoothing lightly over my thighs. I felt my heart race as he bent closer, his breath like a whisper on my soft, sensitive flesh. Tensing, I waited for the touch of his tongue against me.

Impulse Affair - Part 3

For convenience sake, I grabbed my gym bag from the back seat. With a t-shirt, yoga pants and some toiletries, I figured it might be of use. Seeing me grab the bag, he smiled, reaching into the back seat of the gym and pulled out a similar bag.

“A change of clothes might come in handy,” he said with his wicked grin.

We walked together into the hotel and headed for the front desk. The clerk looked up with a smile.

“My friend and I are just passing through and need a room until tomorrow; something with a king-sized bed and a Jacuzzi if you’ve got one.” A faint blush rose to his cheeks and I reached out, laying my hand on his lower back. He turned and gave me an appreciative grin.

“Certainly, sir. We have our Decadent Suite with king-sized bed, two-person shower, Jacuzzi tub and fireplace. Would that work?”

The cost for the room was outrageous and I tried to catch his attention. We didn’t need to break the bank to have our sexy encounter.

“You bet!” He set his credit card on the counter, ignoring my efforts.

With a smile the clerk handed him the room keys and pointed in the direction of the elevators. “Enjoy your stay with us.”

“I’m sure we will.”

I had no idea how he could be so calm. My mind began to race; maybe he was used to doing this. He was used to sexy encounters with random women. Maybe he got a deal with the hotel – so many one night stands, get one free.

Giving myself a small shake, I pulled my thoughts back to reality. This was silly, we were two adults who were incredibly attracted to each other and had the chance to do something about it.

As we made our way to the elevator, his sexy smiles and searing glances heated me all the way to my toes. I could see his obvious hunger for me and knowing I had that power over him was turning me on.

Any plans he might have had for our elevator ride were shot when a family of four joined us just as the doors opened. We stood quietly, side-by-side as the elevator rose silently. To make matters worse, it seemed the chatting family was heading for our floor.

Standing there, his hand found my low back and his fingers began to trace lazy patterns which in turn sent shivers running up and down my spine.

Every inch of me wanted to get to know every inch of him.

As we all exited the elevator, I sighed in relief as the family turned down the hall, headed for the other side of the hotel. “Thank goodness for that,” he whispered. I giggled and moved quickly down the hall, looking for our room.

We got to our door and he handed me a key, bowing gallantly. I realized this was his way of letting my have the final say. Whether we went forward with the or not; it was all in my hands. And right now, I wanted him in my hands. So I inserted the key card, opened the door and walked into our decadent suite.

Impulse Affair - Part 2

My day began like any other; the routine of alarm clock, shower, choosing clothes, hair and make-up. I drove out of the condo parking lot at my usual time, headed for my coffee stop. The drive-through line for Starbucks was its usual three cars long, and the regular barista handed me my venti mocha with a smile.

The rest of my drive was uneventful and I got my usual space on the fourth parking level. I made my way to the elevator, headed for the 22^nd floor. And that’s when my day changed.

He got on at the third level and our eyes met. He smiled and my heart skipped a beat. My mouth went dry and I took a sip of my mocha. I had seen him many times before, always at a distance. He was sexy and had an open smile.

Inhaling deeply, he looked in my eyes, “Mocha…yummy.” It should have been tacky, creepy even, but it sent sexy shivers up my spine. I bit my lower lip as he took a step closer. His lips looked full and I wanted to feel them pressed against mine.

“You work in the building, don’t you?” I managed a weak nod. “I see you every day, but I usually get the next elevator. I’m with the ad agency on the 14^th floor.” His voice gave me goose bumps and I couldn’t ever remember being so affected by a guy.

“I’m with the public relations firm on the 22^nd.” I was trying to be casual, but the flush on my face gave me away.

He reached around and pushed a button on the gleaming copper wall. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. The elevator jerked to a sudden stop. I gasped as his hard body pressed against me. I was having trouble breathing.

“Play hooky with me today Duchess. Let’s get into all kinds of trouble together.”

I should have said no, been horrified, but I paused. Why shouldn’t I take a chance and have some fun? I always took the safe road and then regretted it.  His hands were beginning to do crazy things to my body. With his biker boots, dark jeans and black t-shirt, he was exactly what I wanted. I grabbed his t-shirt, pulled him down to me and whispered in his ear, “Take me away from all this.”

He started the elevator again, hitting the button for the fourth parking level. When the elevator doors opened he pushed me forward and I moved quickly to my car. Once inside, the reality of what I was about to do hit me. I texted my best friend, letting her know what I was about to do. I also texted my boss and gave an excuse for my absence then drove up the ramp, stopping one floor up. He was leaning against a dusty jeep, waiting for me. With a sexy grin he climbed in the jeep, started it up and pulled out in front of me.

Driving out of the building, he turned towards the highway and the airport. I could see him check the rear view mirror every few minutes to make sure I was still there. Paying close attention to his car, I was caught off-guard when he pulled into the parking lot of a new and very ritzy hotel.

We parked next to each other and I sent another text just to keep my best friend in the loop. I might be throwing caution to the wind but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to play it safe.