0 comments/ 29294 views/ 2 favorites Illicit Affair By: _sticky_stuff No one word could be used to describe how they felt towards each other, the spark between them was ever-present and translated into so many other feelings; lust, fire, “juice,’ and passion coupled with a respect and near admiration for each other. So strange to look at another and see so much of one’s own self staring back, at times, perhaps, almost unnerving. In some strange, maybe funny way, it reminded him of the story of Narcissus; staring into the pool at his own reflection until he became so transfixed with the image of himself that it consumed him. That probably is not a fair comparison but, the first that comes to mind. They were not consumed, but the way they bantered about, verbal jabs, blocks, crosses and counter-moves exhibited a dynamic between them that was challenging, compelling, testing yet, never mean-spirited. It was more like a dance between to creatures, equals, who were each moving about, twisting, turning and gyrating around their “opponent” in this intricate dance that served more to exercise some hidden muscle rather than for one or the other to win. Although she always saw fit to taunt him with her usual, ”You do know that I am in control, right?” If the words were spoken by nearly anyone else, it would have quickly angered him and he could be quick to anger when provoked. Instead, it aroused him, invigorated him and usually inspired him to punctuate those moments with a kiss on her full, dark and delicious lips or, to caress her soft, fleshy frame – or both. “In control? You? I guess so … if that’s what you need to believe” was the common retort – always delivered with a deep grin. This dance was so common for them and always involved their intellect, their wit and their “charm.” There was something more to it as well. It ran deeper. It appeared as though it was how they broke the ice, set up the turf, if you will, before they dove in. It was fun to watch yet clearly not designed for anyone else but them to witness or experience. There was something strangely intimate about it too. That was so apparent. He remembers the first time they met, at least met in the intimate sense, that is. After one dinner meeting to “check out the goods,” I think it’s referred to as “chemistry,” their next meeting was at his hotel suite. From the very first encounter he found her to be very attractive. Her dark hair set against much fairer skin, dark eyes and an incredibly delicious mouth easily kept his attention. Her ease at navigating through their first conversation was something to see as well. It was clear that she had been here before. Her instincts sensed his nervousness and newness to this game. Over time, she skillfully moved between testing him, and running him through the paces juxtaposed against skillfully pulling him out in a seductive, playful and teasing way making him feel so much more at ease. It was also clear from the outset that no subject was taboo here and neither wasted much time testing those waters either. So many times that first night he heard the voices in his head loudly breath a sigh of relief that he had met his match – so rare an opportunity in so long a time – smart, funny, very delicious and a willing subject to play the game. Although it took him some time to gain his footing in this very new territory, the emerging spark between them renewed his confidence and the fun and sparring began right there on that very first night. I guess that first meeting set the stage for how they would connect and relate for some time to come. As he watched her carefully, intently, that first night he also had no doubt it was the “the fire” in her, as much as the physical beauty that made him so aroused. Actually, throughout their first time together he found it so hard to focus on the conversation at hand with the distraction of his own arousal. Her coolness, her control peppered with this almost-hidden innocence and sensuality only added fuel to his fire and furthered the distraction. By night’s-end it was clear to both of them that meeting again was a given. As fate would have it, he would be traveling on business and near her in the weeks ahead. They planned a rendezvous and that was the start. They first met at his hotel suite. He had planned an elaborate and fun surprise for them – a silver tray laden with ice cream, fruit and the most sensual flowers of all, orchids. Although orchids are often seen by many as such a sensuous flower – often compared to a vagina in their physical appearance – the geek in him knew that their name actually came from the Latin Orchi – scrotum – but who was he to argue with such things? They were gorgeous no matter part of the human anatomy they resembled. They spent hours that first afternoon talking and navigating their way through learning about each other in mundane ways, fun ways and setting the stage for what was to come. Although his special surprise lay on the crisp, white linen sheets just a few steps away behind the suite’s bedroom door, it was apparent that the timing was such that waiting was the only way to travel here. That sense, coupled with her announcement that she “Hated surprises,” further delayed partaking in the pleasures of his special creation. After awhile, however, he delicately broached the subject of at least taking a peek at it – no expectations or pressure – and she acquiesced. After some seemingly innocent play-time with the fruit he knew he had to feel her full, fleshy lips. He leaned forward and initiated what slowly became a long, slow deep kiss. He kissed, nibbled and licked her lips. As she opened her mouth and took his tongue playfully and sensually into her own mouth, he felt every nerve in his body come alive in a way he hadn’t felt in a very, very long time. What was once a dormant, barely-glowing ember of passion within him had suddenly been awakened and the fire began to grow. His groin ached and he felt the blood rush there and fill him in such a satisfying way. Yet at the same time, it was almost painful. It reminded him of times long ago in places so very far away where he learned the fine art of “pleasure in pain.” Those are times one does not forget so easily. In that remembrance he indeed found pleasure. As she returned, and initiated, those deep, wet and sensuous kisses, she let out a quiet, yet distinct moan that vibrated and resonated in his mouth and all the way to his blood-filled and throbbing erection. He had to have her. From the pace and intensity of her kisses and touch, the desire was clearly mutual. As they lay on the bed the kisses continued – lips, no, whole mouths, engaged in the play began to arouse her more intently as well. He could smell her scent now. That smell from a women’s body when she is aroused is so distinct yet, so hard to describe – it filled his nostrils and consumed him. He had such a nose for this scent. Once captured by it, this delicious and indescribable scent drove him. He had to taste her. He kissed her neck, her face, her mouth in wave after wave of these passionate exchanges. What made him the craziest was her responsiveness, her sensuous assertiveness, her drive to please and be pleased – she was a willing participant and was fully engaged. As he moved his lips and hands along her body away from her neck, he slowly and delicately kissed his way along her body – first, along her full breasts and large, dark brown nipples. They, too were so responsive and so very erect. Raising her top to expose her stomach, he continued to kiss her north, south, east and west – every point of her stomach had to be kissed, licked and nibbled on. She was ticklish – not expected – he continued. The further he went down, the stronger the scent was now. He could not stop himself. Unbuckling her belt, he slowly slid his hand down into her jeans. He moved beneath her underwear and she moaned and her body writhed at his firm but soft touch. As he slid his hand further down, her stomach contracted in a welcoming way, making room for him to go further – a deep, dark welcoming tunnel of flesh and fabric with only his imagination to create what may lie at the end. As he first stroked between her soft legs, he felt that she was very wet and he gently rubbed his fingers around her labia and clitoris. Her body moved under his hand like a snake on a hot, tepid day – moving slowly, deliberately from side to side. She moved like some beautiful and ancient creature engaged in a dance long-ago forgotten yet still alive in the souls of those who came after her for generations to follow. An ancient dance created to draw men into her – into to her in a way they could not escape once they began that journey. They began to undress – shedding the only barriers that stood between them now. As her clothes came off what was revealed was a soft, sensuous body, Rubenesque in shape, fleshy in such a delicious way – such a refreshing departure from the soulless stick-figures he see in hordes each day on the streets of LA. Now naked and fully exposed, he took time to kneel back, gaze at her for a moment from head to toe and take in her sensuousness, her readiness, he had to have her. His first instinct was to taste her. At first she resisted. He could not imagine why. He could not restrain the thought in his head, “If she does not like this, I’m fucked and she’s crazy!” It was almost as of she read his thoughts, some thought that is, and she quietly indicated that after hours of driving she may not “be fresh.” He was puzzled. Obviously, she had never tasted what he had tasted and it was “not about fresh,” this was a primal act, one of submission and dominance all rolled into one for all involved. He urged her to allow him to be the judge, as it were. She complied. At first taste his whole mouth was ablaze with the consuming flavor of her. At this point she was so very wet and he easily imagined himself “drinking every last drop.” As he gently rolled his tongue and fingers around the outside of her now-swollen pussy, it seemed as though she had no regrets of her decision to let him continue. Her gentle moans gave him every indication that she was utterly enjoying this. He slowly and deliberately quickened his pace of rolling his tongue around her fleshy labia and now-erect clitoris. As he quickened his pace her moans and pelvic movements matched his increasing intensity. At one point, he slowly pushed just one, long finger inside of her as he continued to lick and suck her. This entry only heightened her intensity and he grinned, at least on the inside, that is, at knowing that he hadn’t seemed to have lost his touch. He now used his finger in a way that seemed to make her crazy – rubbing the inside of her pussy – creating pressure and a dynamic tension that he hoped would drive her mad. As he massaged the exterior he matched those movements on the inside creating a sensation for her that increased the intensity of her experience. Her moans grew a bit louder now and her body’s movements moved in synch to those sounds sending her into deep inner places of which he may never know. At the same time as he witnessed all of this, his sent his brain exploding with pleasure and it made his already-hardened cock so full of his rushing blood he heard his ears ring. After what seemed like a timeless eternity, he increased the intensity of his rubbing, stroking, sucking and licking. He now had two fingers inside of her probing for some sweet spot that if found, would surely send her off the bed towards the ceiling. Without notice or warning she began to cum in a way that came first in a quick burst and then, it was followed by an unexpected series of loud moans that filled the room in a booming and resonant way as she screamed with passion and delight. He found the spot. Her orgasm was explosive. When her moans and body movements eventually subsided she slipped into what looked like an altered state – peaceful, calm yet ready for whatever was coming next. It was one thing he would quickly come to appreciate about her. She raised her head, looked down at him and in the funniest and sexiest way said,” I had my ‘party’, it’s your turn now.” With that she rolled him on his back and delivered what was the most sensuous and amazing series of kisses imaginable. She started at his mouth, taking his lips into her mouth in a consuming and sexy way. She slowly and deliberately moved down his neck, shoulders and chest delivering these same kisses with nips and nibbles mixed wildly and unexpectedly in between. As she moved past his chest the strangest thing struck his as being so pronounced so as to almost override the rest of the experience – her hair. This long, dark crop of raven-dark hair was now gliding along his face, shoulders and chest. It was like thousand of very delicate, thin fingers touching every nerve beneath his skin as they glided effortlessly along his body. The sensation was almost overwhelming. It was a fabulous distraction and he made no apologies for it. She continued her journey along his torso until she reached his lower abdomen. Here, she playfully kissed and licked around his thighs and groin in a taunting and playful way. It only heightened his already extremely aroused state. When she finally took his cock into her mouth the first thought that came to his now-bloodless brain was “Velvet” – that’s what it felt like – that his engorged cock was wrapped in velvet. Imagine that? Strangely, she never touched his cock, not with her hands, at least. She simply took him into her mouth slowly, one inch at a time. She seemed to not only be in no hurry but, she seemed to also be enjoying this immensely. She licked his shaft and head and all the while, this hair rolled and danced across his stomach and thighs adding much fuel to the fire. At some point she looked up at him in the sexiest way and asked, ”What do you like?” “What do I like?” he queried from his stuporous state, “This! Lot’s more of this – just what you are doing.” She didn’t seem totally satisfied with his response so she asked again, “Tell me, what do you like, specifically.” His first thought, of course, was that this was no time for conversation but as the balance of blood in his brain leveled out he realized that her inquiry was both sincere and genuine. She really wanted to know what pleased him and, that she very willing to deliver. “What a concept,” was his next thought. He began to share, in some specific detail, where he was most sensitive, the intensity he loved and of course, the degree of suction that sent him wild. Without a word, she delivered. After the longest time of being engulfed in her mouth, he bent his body at the waste and reached his long arms down between her legs. She was soaked. Somewhere here he managed to reach across the bed, found a condom and asked her to stop. Quite deliberately he said, “I have to be inside you – now!” He quickly placed the condom on and this brief but quiet moment was broken by her words, “I’m driving.” No need for explanations or discussion here. Within seconds she took his cock in her hand and placed him inside her. Upon entry they both moaned in unison – her for how he completely filled her – he for the feeling and sensation he had almost forgotten. In a brief moment of nervousness he quietly proclaimed, “It’s been a long time for me – a really long time and I’m a little nervous about this. I have to be honest.” With a grin he now sees so frequently from her she made a quick and confident retort, “It’s just like riding a bike. I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” And she started to ride. As they took turns driving and engaged in what was fast becoming an instant “fuck-fest” for them both, he realized that her statement was either highly predictive or, simply a confidence booster. In either case, this former “One-minute Wonder,” as he often had internally referred to himself, was fucking like a champ and was on cloud nine. At some point he ended up on top again and as he plunged deeply and rhythmically into her she began to massage her clit. First slowly and then building faster and faster until after what seemed like an instant, she came again – loudly and wildly in a way that filled the room with her sound and filled his ears, his head and then, his whole body with that resonance that rocked him. Although he didn’t cum, he stopped and laid down next to her. It some strange way it didn’t seem to matter so much whether he got off or not. The whole experience itself had rocked him in a way that still resonated through him and he suspected that the feeling would last for some time to come. Again, in that sexy, playful and devilish way she said, “Hey, I had another party. It’s your turn.” Just the very words sent peals of laughter through him first and then through her. She rolled on the bed over closer to him and they just laughed. When the laughter subsided, she set out to work again first kissing his neck, then his chest and then all the way down to his cock until it filled her mouth once more. She sucked on it for the longest time – alternating between soft and delicate to harder and more deliberately. No matter where he sent his mind the fact of the matter was he was reeling from total sensory overload and could not cum if his life depended on it. How ironic? In her now-familiar style she asked, “What can I do? We have to get you to cum, right?” Although on some level it really didn’t matter to him – the whole of the experience in and of itself was so satisfying, cumming now seemed almost anti-climatic. But, the thought of it now started to take on some appeal. “What will it take? Do you want to cum in my mouth” she queried, again in that sexy and almost devilish tone. What’s a guy to say to that, no!?! She instinctively wrapped her lips around the top of his cock once more. It was soft and she seemed to enjoy that softened shape and size in her mouth. As she gently sucked and stroked it grew quickly and filled her mouth once again. She quickly adjusted and adapted to the new size and never missed a beat. As she sucked the head and just the first few inches of the shaft he began to wrap his long fingers around the base of the shaft and started to stroke himself. This rhythmic movement excited her and they moved in unison increasing the pace. Frequently she let out these muffled moans as only one could with a mouthful of hardened cock. As he increased the speed of the strokes he felt his testicles swell and the first dribble of pre-cum left him. As it reached her tongue she let out a sound reminiscent of the sound one makes when dining at a fine restaurant and the Chef’s most special dish makes first contact with the palette. That single sound was enough to make his blood rush again and within seconds he felt the explosive rush of semen race through the shaft of his cock and into her mouth. Without hesitation she swallowed all that he delivered and continued to suck on him until the sensation was too much and he had to pull away. The next words spoken were by here, “You taste like Avocado’s.” What does one say to that? Shortly after that she announced that it was “Pumpkin Time” and that she had to depart. She dressed in the next room, returned for a kiss and said goodbye. Exhausted and still over-sensed, he lay in the bed for the longest time reflecting on what in some way, seemed like a dream he had just awakened from. He drifted off to sleep with her taste still on his lips, in his mouth and on his face. He awakened at dawn as he so often did and was overtaken by the strangest thing – the bedding, the whole room smelled like this strange, intoxicating blend of her perfume and her own scent. The two combined made for a “deadly combination” for him. Before he would allow himself to get out of bed and head for the gym, he allowed himself the pleasure of just laying there, naked, and just drinking it all in. It was a fabulous moment and reminded him that he was indeed still very much alive and kicking – in many more ways than one. Illicit Affair Driving to the motel that he said we were to meet at, I looked around it didn't look to bad. It was one of those where the doors to each room were on the outside...I looked for the room that he had reserved; it was on the first floor thankfully as I had too much stuff to carry in. Finding the key and opening the door, looking around the room looking for something to prop the door open so that I could carry in the stuff I had bought before coming here, moving the char to hold the door open, I quickly walked to the car to start grabbing bags and carrying them in. After I was done arranging everything I took a long bath, trying to relax because I was nervous. I had talked to this man many times on the phone and had met him for coffee but had never met him for these reasons. After my bath I put on a long silky gown. I went around and started to light the candles, hoping Jaden would show up soon. I finished setting up the room...putting a scarf over the lamp to make the light softer in the room Turning on the radio searching for a soft rock station I found one that was playing my favorite song, Slow Dancing by Johnny Rivers, I started to sway, wishing Jaden were here to take me in his arms and dance with me. It was getting late and I was getting tired. I lay down on the bed to rest for a little bit, I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I could feel someone's fingers lightly touching my legs, slowly opening my eyes I saw Jaden standing there. He had removed his clothing while I was sleeping. Sorry he said, but things had happened and he had to stay behind at work and fix the mistakes others had made. I got ready to sit up but he put his hand on my shoulder and told me to stay put. He reached to the table by the bed to grab a tube of something. Looking closer I realized it was lotion, he helped me remove my gown and told me to roll over onto my stomach. He squeezed out some and started to rub it into my back, he said it was to relax me, gently massaging my neck and back muscles I started to relax. After a few minutes to told me to roll over onto my back. He laid down next to me, just laying there looking at me...I asked him what he was doing, he said he was just enjoying the view, I was getting embarrassed because I had never had anyone say this to me before. When I look in the mirror I don't like what I see and to hear him say this was a different feeling for me. He just kissed me and told me to get used to hearing things like that. Lightly running his fingers up my arm tracing a path to my breasts only to circle around each nipple but never touch them, down to my belly button. I tensed as his fingers went lower, he just told me to relax and enjoy the sensations. Rising up on one arm, he leaned over me to gently lick a nipple, taking it into his mouth he gently bit it and started to suckle it, as a baby would do. All the while his fingers were probing my smooth nether lips. After giving my other nipple the same attention he had bestowed on the other, he started to kiss his way down my body. Moving to the end of the bed he knelt between my legs, I knew right them what he was going to do. I tried closing my legs, getting nervous because I had never had anyone do this before. Rubbing the outside of my legs while kissing the inside of each leg in turn, trying to relax me. I laid my head back on the pillow and took a deep breath, trying to relax my muscles, when I felt the first swipe of his tongue, using his fingers he moved my pussy lips apart to see my little sensitive nub, gently licking it, then biting it. Stopping to see if I was watching. When he saw that I was he went back to his administrations, he'd lick then nibble, using his nose to rub against the sensitive nub as he stuck his tongue into me, then using his finger he pushed into me, moaning and almost ready to come up off the bed, he added another finger and kept on licking and sometimes humming as he did. I could feel the little vibrations move through my body. I could feel the orgasm coming and started to tense up, telling me to relax and just let it happen. Screaming out his name when it tore though me. I had never had an orgasm like that; I have had them but never to that extent. Moving up the bed to lay over me, I could still feel the little tremors running up and down my pussy muscles, he slowly entered me. He started to move his cock in and out, going slowly at first then faster, wrapping my legs around his waist, and running my hands up and down his back. He moved my legs so that they were on the bed once again, he asked me to roll over, doing as he asked knowing what he wanted, and I got up on my knees but kept my head lowered onto the bed. I moaned as he entered me, this was a new sensation for me. Grabbing a hold of my hips I felt him slowly pull himself so that only the head remained, then he slammed into me, I could feel another orgasm coming on, moaning and begging him to not stop. Reaching under me, massage my clit, I felt it hit, as the tremors ran through my body once again I could feel him tense up and then I could feel little jerks as he came, we were both drained of energy we collapsed onto the bed, rolling over to the side he reached for me and held me. When our breathing was back to normal he got up, got a washcloth and cleaned us both up, I put my gown back on. Crawling back into bed we snuggled. I told him that I had never had an orgasm like that before; kissing him I turned back over so that we were spooned together. I fell asleep not to long afterwards. Waking up the next day I could feel that he wasn't there, I laid there listening to see if I cold hear him in the shower but there was just silence. I got up; seeing not a trace of him in the room anywhere, I then thought maybe it had just been a dream. After taking a shower, packing up the stuff I had brought with me. Taking it out to the car. I went back into the room to check it over just in case I had forgotten something. Noticing something sticking out from under the bed I bent over to retrieve it. It was the lotion, smiling then because I knew then it wasn't just a dream. I checked out of the hotel and headed back home to the real world. When I got home everything was the same, except the sun was brighter than it had been before, walking over to my answering machine, I noticed it was flashing. Pushing the play button I listened to the messages, one was from my husband telling me that he was going to be home that night. Walking into the living room, the sitter was sleeping on the couch; I gently shook her to wake her up. She said both the kids went to bed just fine and both were great. I paid her, told her thanks and walked her to the door. Walking up the stairs to Alexia and Ryan's rooms, they were both still sound asleep. Silently walking to my room, I went over to look at the wedding picture of Jeremy and me; we were so happy back then. I'm not quite sure where things went wrong. We're still happy but it's just not the same anymore and hasn't been for the last 5 years or so now when we go to bed he sleeps on his side and I on mine. There's no snuggling or touching. Sitting down on the edge of the bed while holding the picture, I started crying. I felt as if I were dying on the inside. I knew what I did was wrong but I needed to be held and cherished even if it were only for one night. I don't know if I'll ever meet with Jaden again. I hated to use him that way but for once I wanted something for myself, something that made me feel good. Hearing one of the kids get up I quickly dried my eyes; walking out to the hallway I see that it's Ryan. I tell him to hurry and get ready for school; going into Alexia's room I tell her the same thing. Walking back down stairs I head for the kitchen to make the kid's favorite breakfast, waffles and bacon. As soon as it's done I yell for them to both hurry that breakfast is done. They sound like a herd of elephants coming down the step, getting them both fed and out the door on time is a chore itself. After they both leave I clean up the kitchen and start on the rest of the house. Before I know it it's time for them both to come home. Making sure they are both doing their homework, I start on supper, just as it gets done Jeremy walks in. The kids both run to him excited after not seeing him for a few days. He hugs them both, walking to the staircase he sets his suitcase down and walks back to the kitchen, asking "What's for supper" He sits down at the table with the kids, looking over their homework. I'm still standing in front of the stove silently screaming "What about me?" Don't I deserve a hug also? I go back to getting supper ready to be put on the table. After supper is finished and I get everything put away and cleaned up, Jeremy takes the kids upstairs to have their baths and get them ready for bed. When I'm done with the kitchen I make sure all the lights are off and doors are locked before I go upstairs. Stopping on the bottom step I stand there listening for any sounds, not hearing any I go ahead and slowly walk up the stairs. Stopping at Alexia's room I see that she's already fallen asleep I bend over and gently kiss her on the forehead, next going into Ryan's room and I see that he's till awake I tell him that he needs to finish the chapter in his book then turn out the light, kissing him on the cheek I tell him goodnight. Walking into my room I see that Jeremy is already in bed. I go into the bathroom and get ready for bed. As I get into bed Jeremy rolls over from his back to his side, facing away from me. I lie down and turn off the headboard light. Turning on my side I reach out to him, he mumbles something about being tired and not tonight. I roll over and lay there waiting for him to fall asleep. As soon as I hear him snoring I silently get up and return downstairs, turning on my computer I check my email and turn on my IM, silently begging for anyone to be on so that I can talk. I live in a house with people but I'm lonely. It's as if I'm outside the glass looking in and no one can see me or hear me, I scream, yell and bang on the windows but...I'm invisible..