2 comments/ 5383 views/ 3 favorites Life is Short: Have an Affair Pt. 01 By: elle_w I'm sitting on a wooden bench in the concourse level of the hotel. I check my phone for the 25th time in a minute. It's still 7:55. We're supposed to meet in the lobby at 8, under the big clock there. I don't want to be early - I don't want anyone else to see me - but I really don't want to be late. I get a text from you and my heart jumps. You say you'll be another few minutes because of traffic. I'm relieved to have the extra time to prepare. I sit there, dressed to perfection. For weeks we've been texting back and forth, and in that time I've come to understand what you like physically. I'm wearing a white linen strapless dress (to show off my tan, like I promised, and for you to raise in the elevator. Like you promised.), nude patent heels that look like sex itself, black Ray Bans, red lips, and my hair is piled in a bun atop my head. Just how you requested it to get at my neck and ears more easily. I look again at my phone and see it's 8:03. I fear that if I sit here any longer I may lose my nerve and leave. This is crazy! Is this crazy? I'm here to meet a man to whom I have no connection personally. I have no idea if you're going to fuck me or kill me. Will you look like you do in your picture? Will you be awful? Will you be boring? Will you be wonderful? Will someone see us together? Will they tell my husband? What will I tell them? What will I tell him? Will I even care? There's only one way to find out. I can't take it anymore, this mental hurricane. I stand up, smooth out my dress, take a breath and relax my shoulders. I walk slowly to the grand staircase, in part because I think that's the sexiest gait for you...and in part because I'm so goddamn nervous I have to walk slow so that I don't fall over. I'm shaking as I walk up the stairs towards the clock. And as I ascend the last few steps, I see you coming up the other side of the staircase. I know instantly that this is going to be fun. You are so disarmingly handsome I almost can't look. Your hair is dark but lightly salt and peppered that reflects a perfect age gap between us. You are trim, and fit, and you carry yourself well. Your skin is just as you described, Colombian with a Mediterranean look. You are wearing a navy jacket with suede patched elbows, a light blue checked shirt, paprika coloured pants, and dark leather loafers. You've done this before. You look perfect. It hits me in a flash that I am actually about to have an affair with a tall, dark, and handsome latin stranger. And I'm ecstatic. I have to lower my gaze because I'm smiling so much, but I can see from my periphery that you are smiling too. And that you like what you see. I get to the top of the stairs and you take my face in your hands, firmly but also gently, demonstrating tenderness and control, and kiss me. Deep. Now I actually can't breathe. I try to get my breath back, which means now I can barely talk. I am overcome with lust. I've been wet for days dreaming about this, planning it out, wondering if there will be an attraction in person. There is. You say something in your sexy Spanish accent, something to the effect that you're happy with what you see, and ask if I'd like to get a drink. I would. You keep your hand on my lower back but walk just behind me, and it feels so sure, so assured, so confident, that I feel completely safe. This immediate sense of trust scares me a little, because it gives me permission to let my guard down more. You smile so confidently, ask me if I'm excited, and lead me to the dimly lit hotel bar, in its own separate area. I tell you I'm very excited, and can't hold back that I am nervous, and would very much like a drink. Like, right this very second. I can't believe this is happening. (Oh shit, I think I may have said that out loud.) You laugh and we are lead to a table in the bar. We sit beside each other and order two margaritas. That ought to help. You lean in towards me and put on hand on mine, the other on my leg. I am so drunk on lust alone that I barely know what we are talking about. But I know that we are getting along, really well, and I am loosening up as I accept the fact that you are the most beautiful man I have ever been out with, and start to sink into my own sensuality again. Between conversations you lean over to kiss me. Rub my hand. Trace my leg. Touch my cheek. We are laughing. Talking. Flirting. Charming. Kissing. Ready for the next step. You ask me with lowered eyes in a lowered voice if I'd like to get a room. I would. I wait at our table while you suss it out at the front desk. You're back moments later with that magical key card in hand, then you take mine as I stand up and allow you to lead me by my waist to the elevator. This is happening. There is no guilt. Only joy. And pure, unadulterated excitement (that is about to get ADULTerated). We wait a moment in front of the big, brass doors, only a few other people around. You lower your hand a little and lean closer to my ear. As you index finger gets closer to my ass, you quietly say "I feel a thong." I nod, slowly, and silently. "Let me guess," you whisper. "Lacy and black?" I look right into your eyes, and nod slower, with almost no movement. The doors open and we step in, waiting with a four inch space between us. As they close in front of us and you lean in and kiss me hard and passionately, and run your hand up just inside the bottom of my short hemline. Our room is only on the second floor, but it's enough to send the message, foreshadow what's about to happen, and for me to need to wipe my lipstick off your face. The doors open, and we walk hand in hand towards the night that lies ahead. Life is Short: Have an Affair Pt. 02 The elevator door opens and we walk out into the hallway, hand in hand. My heart is racing; my free hand is clutching the key card so fiercely I'm afraid it might snap. We find our room - 417 - and your hand lets go of mine as you rest it on that magic part of my lower back. That part that feels cared for and guided and tingly when your hand is there. I slide the key card into its slot, the green light goes on, exhale quietly, and we both go in. I'm just ahead of you, and make it over to where I'm just in front of the bed. I turn around, not even noticing the room around us, and I see you there, in my space, leaning down to kiss me. Oh my God you are so tall. Warm. Strong. You smell so good. You taste so good. Your hands hold my face, then trace down my arms, to around my waist, which you hold and pull me with force closer in towards you. You kiss me with force too, but in just the right way. Our lips are locked onto each other and I can feel my body collapsing into yours, being held up by this impossibly close embrace. I can feel your tongue, feeling me out knowingly. I bite your lower lip, playfully, tugging at it as we kiss. I can tell it delights you. Excites you. Fires you up. You use your right hand to spin me around by my left hip. "Turn around," you say in a low whisper. I obey. "Is this what you wanted?" It is. I can't breathe to tell you that though. "yeah," I manage, through my raspy, barely there breath. "Yeah." Your mouth is in my left ear as your face pushes my head so that it tilts right. "You know what I'm going to do to you tonight?" "Yeah," I breathe out. Your tongue is moving in, out, around my ear, down my neck, back to my ear. "What am I going to do to you tonight?" I arch my back away from your chest so I can twist and lean my head back closer to your face. I want my mouth on yours; I know it's not up to me. "You're going to fuck me," I whisper. Your hands are around my waist, over my tits, down my bare shoulders. Inching towards my hemline. Fingers creeping up towards my increasingly warm and wet pussy. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you." Just like that, you spin me around again so we are looking at each other, and you come at my face. You are kissing me with a passion and intensity so real I can feel myself slipping off into subspace. Your hands are tight on my firm ass, squeezing it and using it to press me closer to the deliciously hard cock I can feel in your pants. I'm so wet right now I think I've soaked through my lacy black thong. You hold me at half arm's length from you by my delicate shoulders. You lock your eyes on me; your gaze is intense. With intent. You have a plan for me, for what you want to do to me. I tilt my head back, parting my lips, silently inviting you back to kiss me more. So much more. "How is your pussy?" you breathe into my mouth between kisses. "She's so wet. So good," I return. I pull your head down to me to whisper in your ear. "Want to feel?" "I'd rather taste. Take off your dress." I'm putty. Immediately I unzip my white linen sundress down the side and you tug it off me till it hits the floor. I'm standing in front of you in my black bra and thong, and nude patent heels. I feel vulnerable. Exposed. And I like it. You smile coyly. The look in your eyes makes me feel sexy and wanted. I can't wait to fuck you. You remove your navy, suede patch sleeve blazer and I watch as you fold it methodically over the chair. I know its so we don't get blonder hair, red lips, or the scent of Chanel on it. You really have done this before. The image of my husband flashes through my head for a brief moment, but is gone soon after. I don't feel guilty. I can't believe it, but I don't. I deserve this. I deserve to feel craved and desired and wanted and fucked. I deserve to get fucked. Hard. I have to have you inside me. You come back for me and I wrap my hands around the back of your neck, gently pulling at the salt and pepper locks there. You fold me into you and kiss me over and over and over. You make me feel drunk on this passion. I trace my fingertips across your strong, slim shoulders and down across your firm chest until I find your shirt buttons. This may be the hardest thing in the world right now, because I can barely concentrate on anything other than your tongue in my mouth, and the idea of your tongue in my pussy. I manage to unbutton them all, and slip your collared shirt off your tanned, latin shoulders. Your skin feels sunkissed and taut. I want to feel it against me for the rest of the night. I move my hands down your lean arms, across your tight belly, until I find your belt buckle. This whole time I undress you, your eyes are locked on mine. I look up at you with a slightly open mouth, breathing this raspy breath. I bite my lower lip as I undo your pants and let them fall to the floor. I take off your boxers and let my hands explore you. I follow that magnificent line that runs down your hips, the one that directs me to your spectacular cock. I have to break my gaze with you to spend a moment admiring it. Rock hard. Uncut. Thick. Perfect. I run my hands down your upper thighs, looking back at you. "Get on your knees," you command. I do, and I take you, all of you in my mouth. Oh my God. The feeling of your cock in my mouth is almost too much for either of us. For the first time in this exchange you lose control for a bit. You are moaning, exclaiming, head thrown back at the feeling of my hot wet mouth moving over you, slow, slow, fast. Slow, slow, fast. Slow, slow, fast. You love this. I love this. You take your beautiful cock out of my mouth and tell me to stand up. I do, and you guide me firmly to the bed. "Get on it," you instruct. I do. I wiggle back towards the pillows, and you, in your naked splendour, follow me till you can part my knees with your face, then your hands. "Girl, your legs are going to shake." That's the last thing you say before you bury your face in my pussy. I'm on fire. Fuck this feels good. Fuck, you are so good! Your tongue is moving back and forth, from my clit to my cunt, fast, fast, slow. Your tongue is darting in and out of my pussy, then back up to my clit. I'm moaning, gasping, pleading that you never stop going down on me. Your tongue moves all the way front to back, firm and fast, from my clit to my ass. Jesus. I'm gasping for air. After a little while, you savouring my pussy and me begging you not to stop, you stop. You come towards my face and demand I kiss you. I am aaallll over your face, making it glisten. My pussy is throbbing and I can see how wet I am by how much girl cum is on you. "Kiss me. I want you to taste yourself." I do. It's delicious. Lemony. Sweet. Light. "Taste it; this is what you taste like. God, I love this pussy." With that you move your body back onto your knees, and start slapping my clit with your fucking huge cock. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! That feels so good!" I scream. "You like that? You like it when I slap your clit with my dick?" "Oh fuck I love it!" You dive back down, and I don't think I'm going to last. Your tongue starts swirling all over my most intimate places and I can feel myself letting go. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Don't fucking stop!" Your face is buried so deep into me and I can't hold back. I let go with one big breath and cum, cum, cum for you. Fuck. I am gasping in my exhaled, shallow breath. Fuck. You look at me with that fucking sexy, devilish smile. "My turn," is all you say. You lift your body up to mine, then whisper in my ear, "wait till I get up inside you and make you cum all over my dick." That sets me on fire all over again, as you thrust your perfect self into my wet and aching pussy. You are in and out, firm and slow, like you mean it. I can see that you've fully let your guard down now, and you are calling out "fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" My back is arched in pleasure as you ride me like crazy. You stop for a moment, only to tell me turn over. I waste not a second and flip myself over. Your hands grab my hips and you slide back up into me and start fucking me all over again. "Fuck I love watching my dick move in and out of you." Your thrusting gets faster and harder, delivering your promise to fuck the shit out of me. I can feel that you're close and brace myself as you moan "fuuuuuucckk!" and come into me, shaking like thunder over and over as you blow into me with a force I've never felt before. We stay there together, me on my knees, you folded over top of me, catching your breath. You lay down on the bed and fold me into your side, and we lay there, after the affair. Side by side we regain consciousness, holding warm bodies, sharing soft kisses. I don't want this to end.