15 comments/ 14433 views/ 7 favorites A Little Adventure By: kylecarlson67 You walk into the hotel lobby, sunglasses in place, a scarf doing its best to hide your true identity from anyone who may happen to see you. On the outside, you are just another semi-professional woman, confident and in control. Inside, your emotions are running wild - you can't believe you are really doing this - here, now, with someone who you don't even know. Are you really about to do something so out of character, so immoral, so...wrong? There is a tingling between your legs, and a dampness you cannot deny is urging you onward. You have imagined this since you first answered the craigslist ad. Several emails later, you find yourself here, about to violate your marriage vows and give in to what your body has been craving. Almost 15 years have passed since you married the man you love, and with the time, the passion, the mystery, the adventure has faded, leaving you wanting more, craving more, desiring more. All marriages go through this, you know in your mind. Husbands and wives develop a routine, that leads to a rut. Communication doesn't fix it, there is a certain truth to the saying, 'Familiarity breeds contempt'. You don't HATE your husband, you just miss the way he used to look at you, the way he used to desire you, the way he used to connect with you, in and out of the bedroom. Now you are here, on the threshold of all of your clandestine fantasies. Will you, can you? You pause just inside the door, knowing the choice is yours. Turn around now, do the right thing, the safe thing, the respectable predictable thing - like you would ALWAYS do...OR... You stroll up to the desk clerk, and say 'My name is Eve, I understand there is an envelope left here for me'. The young woman hands you the envelope with a knowing look that burns right through you, as you convince yourself, real or imagined, that she knows EXACTLY why you are here. Why ARE you here? The answer is something you don't even know, but suspect you will find it waiting in room 220. All you are sure of is that there has been something drawing you a moth to a flame since the day you responded to the ad on Craigslist with the intriguing title, "I Dare you to Read This": Good. You took the first step...I know you are out there - seeking, searching, desiring, yearning. Always looking for that elusive 'something more'. Tired of being the good wife, the mother, the cook, the cleaning lady, the babysitter, the chauffer etc. That's why you are here, right? Looking through these ads, wondering what could be... and probably disappointed in all of the one-line pathetic ads and countless pictures of guys' junk. Hey, you are a good girl and not likely to actually ACT on anything, right? Well, me too. This is all fantasy - or is it? Respond with a picture and your fantasy, if you dare! You responded - in spite of that side of you that tried to stop you from doing so. You didn't include a picture, after all, you are daring, but not THAT daring! Like the ad said, it's all just fantasy, right? And how you need some fantasy right now. Between work, and taking care of the 2 kids, and doing your damndest to be that good wife to that unappreciative, uncaring, unfeeling husband... Wait, he really isn't that bid. You have just drifted apart. You love each other, but the mundane daily survival mode has left both of you somewhat empty and longing for more. You wonder if HE hasn't fooled around with that tease at the jobsite, and you figure a little fantasy play action on the side wouldn't hurt you. It was just a harmless distraction, flirtatious emails filled with double entendres progressing to graphic descriptions of what you would do to each other in person. Those emails stoked your imagination while you stroked your pussy to one thundering orgasm after another. You hadn't counted on the feelings that each new email from your fantasy lover would bring. You practically ran to your laptop to see if your latest response had been answered, and were devastated when you hadn't heard anything for 3 days. Then it came - the email that had the potential to change your life. "I'm sorry it has taken me so long to respond, but I have been working through all of the emotions and conflicting thoughts I have been having. I have NEVER done anything like this before, and when I placed my ad, I really did not think that I could follow it through. However it is evident that WE have a connection, an attraction, a chemistry that I cannot deny. As much as we stand to lose, I am ready to take the next step if you are. Eve, I want you. I desire you. I want every part of you. If you want me, there will be an envelope waiting tomorrow at noon for you at the front desk of the Hilton". You now hold that very envelope in your hands. The envelope with your play name on the front holds just 2 items - a key card, and a piece of paper with the room number that holds your destiny, or at the very least, your ecstasy. Now you find yourself standing just outside that room, and another decision awaits - can you go inside and see what you might be capable of doing, or do you run back to familiarity, routine, and security? Why can't you have both? With trembling hands, you pause only a second before you swipe the card and push the door open, straining to see into the dimly lit room... You call my name tentatively, furtively hoping that I am just out of sight in the bathroom. The room is empty, and old feelings of unworthiness and poor self image come flooding back for a moment, but then you notice something on the bed. There is a gift bag, and you eagerly tear out the tissue to find what is inside. At the bottom of the bag is a brand new black sleep mask, one of those silky satin masks that blocks out the light so a person can get that extra hour of sleep on a lazy Saturday. There is something else in the bag as well, a note. Unfolding it, a wicked smile crosses your lips as you read what it says... "Eve, I can't wait to fulfill all of our desires together starting today. I wanted to build the anticipation and excitement and keep the mystery for both of us. Start by taking a hot shower, and use the razor in the bathroom to shave yourself bare for me. Then get into the bed totally naked, waiting, wearing this mask. I will join you in the room shortly - and I will go straight to the shower myself. When you hear the shower turn off, get on top of the bed, on all fours. AT NO TIME ARE YOU TO REMOVE THE MASK. Get ready for the most intense sexual experience of your life! For a second, you debate just walking out the door. You weren't prepared for this turn of events. This is something you hadn't considered - you were thinking romance, wine, and singing choirs while being lovingly taken to new heights of sexual intimacy. But isn't this why you are here? To test your limits, expand your horizons, and find the excitement your life is missing? You drape your coat over the back of the chair and begin unbuttoning your blouse. Each button you undo is one step closer to the realization of the finality of your decision and the release of the fire of the caged animal inside of you begging for release. You smile again as you realize that you are doing this for YOU. The blouse joins your coat, and you stand there in your purple lace push up bra and jeans. Push up bras - most girls don't have to worry about trying to deceive people into thinking their breasts are larger than they really are. You have harbored the humility of being short-changed in the chest since middle school, when the boys couldn't keep their eyes off the girls who developed early. You thought you would someday catch up, but never did and now in your mid 30's still have the side profile of a teenage boy. As you unclasp your bra and it is added to the growing pile of clothing on the chair, you look wistfully at your A cup breasts and hope that your mystery man will be satisfied with them. Your nipples begin to stiffen from the chill and the excitement, and your nipple rings heave in and out with each breath you take. The rings were a gift to yourself, an attempt to compensate for what nature failed to provide. Sure, they added to the experience with your husband, but now they are sending electric jolts right through your breasts to your clit, and you absent mindedly begin touching them, rolling your growing nipples between your forefingers and thumbs. With your right hand, you unsnap your jeans and slide the zipper down. Wriggling your hips, you kick out of your shoes and step out of your jeans. For some reason, you decide to fold the jeans before placing them on the chair. Now you are standing only in your purple thong, and you can smell your excitement as you feel the tingling building as your arousal grows. Hooking your thumbs in the string of the thong, you whisk the last garment you wear off your ankles and toss it onto the chair as you head for the bathroom. You step into the shower, allowing the warm pulses of water to cascade over you, erasing any traces of life outside of this room, and the reality of the here and now. The promised razor was waiting there in its brand new packaging. Taking it in your hand, you contemplate your next move. While you have always kept yourself fairly well groomed with a neat 'landing strip' of hair to guide your faithful husband to the promised land, you had never considered going completely bare down there. For a fleeting second, you wonder how you will explain your decision to go with a new look to the only man who has shared your bed for over 14 years. Shaking the thought from your head, you lather yourself and let the razor work its magic. You are pleased when you admire your handiwork in the mirror, and you hope your new lover will be as well. Your fingers find their way to your clit, and you are shocked to realize just how wet you are in anticipation of what is to come. Moving to the bed, you pull the covers back, climb in, and place the mask over your eyes. Your imagination is free to run wild now, and you find yourself shaking with the excitement you are feeling. A faint footstep at the door, then the sound of a key card sliding to open the lock. He is here! You pull the covers up higher almost as a last defense of your faithfulness. The sounds of clothing being removed fill your ears, and a sweet scent of cologne arrives in your nostrils. You swallow heavily as you think about what is to come. As the sounds of the shower fill the room, your imagination goes into overdrive. What does he look like? What color is his hair, his eyes, his skin? How big is his cock? That last thought sends your fingers back to your wet snatch, and you begin fingering yourself seeking release. You are so caught up in your fantasy and masturbation that you missed the sound of the shower being turned off, and you become aware of a presence standing next to the bed. His hand pulls the covers off of you, exposing your naked body to his lustful eyes, a pleasure he is denying you of having for now. You hear a low whistle of approval as he nudges you to rise. Turning and pulling your knees under you, you assume the position he requested. You feel his weight join you on the bed as he maneuvers under you. His shoulders are at your knees, forcing your legs apart and exposing your most private area to the view of a new man for the first time since you were married. Your wetness drips down your thighs as you feel his hot breath inching closer to your hot hole. You know it is coming, but you can't help but gasp as his tongue strokes from the bottom of your pussy up to your clit, then repeats the process. A moan escapes your lips as you surrender to this stranger and his talented tongue. 20 or so licks up and down, and he has taken your labia between his teeth. MY GOD this man knows what he is doing! He sucks first one, then the other lip into his mouth, caressing the insides of your honey hole with his tongue before suddenly and quite unexpectedly his mouth clamps down over your clit, and he sucks you hard into his mouth, As his tongue flits in circles teasing your clit, a finger, then quickly two, find their way into your dripping heat. SHIT SHIT SHIT! you scream as he manipulates your G-spot. You hump up and down on his face as you are getting close, so close. your pleasure builds within until you erupt in the most mind-numbing orgasm as your pussy muscles contract seeming to suck his whole face and hand deep inside. And this is just the beginning... A Little Adventure With Kelly I saw her walking casually in front of the dress shop across the street. Her blonde shoulder-length hair swaying gently in the breeze as she stopped and peered into the window of the shop for a moment. The hem of her yellow, summer skirt hung just above her knees, revealing her shapely bare legs. She turned for a moment and glanced at her watch. Then, looking around, she continued down the street in the direction of the park. I followed her slowly, taking my time to glance at the shop windows. Then crossed the street and walked some 20 yards behind her. I noticed the way her ass swayed as she walked causing a burning in my nipples. This burning became more pronounced as I walked with my nipples rubbing against the fabric of my cotton blouse. At the entrance to the park I came up behind her and followed her closely for a few minutes until we were well within the park grounds. Then, screwing up my courage, I moved up even with her. Pretending to have mistaken her for a friend I said, “Linda. How good to see you.” She stopped short and looked at me quizzically. “Who are you looking for?” she said through a puzzled expression. “Oh. I’m so sorry. I thought you were a friend. But you are so like her. The way you walk. Your hair. Everything. But, of course, now I can tell I’ve made a mistake.” “No need to apologize” she said looking me up and down. “Were you to meet her here?” “Yes, I was. By the entrance”, I said turning and pretending to look in that direction. “But she’s not here.” Then, smiling, I extended my hand. “Jenny! Glad to meet you…?” “Kelly” she said smiling. I shook her hand warmly, feeling a bit of perspiration on her palm even though it was early in the day and not yet all that warm. I smiled at her and asked “Would you like to sit for a Latte?” Kelly nodded and we walked a short way to a kiosk and I bought two Grande Lattes. Handing one to Kelly, I guided her to a park bench under an oak tree. We both sat sipping our coffee. Turning to her, there on the bench, I could see her blue-green eyes sparkle. There was a shyness there that I had not expected. Then she lowered her eyes. I thought she was looking down at her coffee but it was clear her eyes had stopped at the bulge of my breasts under my thin blouse. The top three buttons were open providing a view of my cleavage. This is where her eyes seem to rest for the longest time. I reached up and touched her shoulder. Her muscles tightened at my touch. Then I said, “Do you see those two cute guys over there”, nodding my head to a pair of men across the park. Kelly’s eyes glanced across the grass at the men. But quickly returned and settled on my exposed thigh. My hand still rested softly on her shoulder. My fingers teasing a bit of blonde hair. She took a quick glance at my hand and smiled then reached up and touched my cheek. I lean forward and gently touched my lips to hers. She drew back for just a second then returned my kiss more forcefully than I had given it. My hand went to the back of her neck. Taking a handful of hair I pulled her head back gently and let my mouth trace the line of her jawbone then down her neck to the collar of her blouse. Then pulling away I took her hand and we walked back in the direction of the entrance. ******************************* A few blocks down the street we found a small Italian restaurant. It was one of those little hole in the wall places with three tables scattered about the room covered with red and white checkered tablecloths and an old wine bottle with a half burned candle stuffed into it. In the evenings this probably was an intimate little place with lights turned down and the flicker of the candle reflecting off lovers wine glasses as they stared across the tables at each other and spoke softly. But here it was late morning. The restaurant staff was rushing about cleaning and preparing for whatever lunch crowd they would get. Coming from the back I could hear pots being moved about, clanking against the kitchen stove accompanied by voices speaking Italian. Someone shouting orders. Others voices were shouting just to be shouting, I think. I guided Kelly to the last table near the rear wall. I looked around as I sat in the old straight back chair. The place was not really that bad. Our table sat near a door marked “Women”. On the walls were hung posters in Italian and frames with photos of long forgotten people who I assume had been of some past notoriety and had eaten here at sometime. As I saw the waiter come through the swinging kitchen doors, I moved my chair closer to Kelly and bent close to ask her if she would like a glass of wine. She answered with another of her smiles, the corners of her lips turning upwards and her eyes sparkling. The wine was ordered and arrived but we hardly noticed. Kelly and I talked leisurely staring into each other’s eyes. Our faces were just inches apart. My hand resting on her thigh. Her hand resting on my arm. I lifted my glass to her lips she drank. A bit of wine ran from the rim of the glass as it left her lips and ran down her chin. I moved quickly and caught it with my tongue, tasting not only the wine but Kelly as well. I drew back for just a moment then again our lips met. First tentatively then more passionately. My hand moved from her thigh to her breast. Even through her blouse I could feel her rock hard nipples. My own wetness was beginning to burn between my legs. Then I felt Kelly’s hand sliding under the hem of my skirt slowly searching for that special place. Looking up I could see the waiter staring at us. Fortunately, we were obscured from his view by my back and the table. I smiled at Kelly and took her hand. “I need to powder my nose, Kelly”. I stood and turned to the door to the women’s toilet. Kelly followed me in. I shut the door and snapped the lock. Then Kelly was in my arms pressing herself against me kissing the exposed upper part of my breasts. I turned her around and pushed her back against the wall and dropped to my knees. Reaching under her skirt I pulled her panties down to her ankles. Then my face was buried in the sweet, golden curls surrounding her love mound. Kelly’s pussy was wet as my tongue probed her virgin slit. Kelly grabbed my hair and threw her head back, eyes closed. Her breath coming in low moans. Then my tongue found the cute little bud of a clit and wrapped around it. I savored it as my tongue played with it, all he while more and more juices flowing from Kelly’s pussy. So much, in fact, it ran down her thighs. Then my fingers found her love hole and slid one into her easily followed by another and then a third. Kelly began to move her hips in unison with my fingers, the moans now a guttural rasp starting somewhere deep in her throat and pouring her very soul out though her mouth as she moved beyond this world into that place of oblivion called ecstasy. Then I sucked her clit into my mouth and bit down. Her hands tightened in my hair as she pulled my face hard into her pussy and screamed with orgasmic wave after wave coursing through her body. And finally collapsing in an exhausted heap on the floor by the sink. I stood and bent to the sink cleaning my face and hands. Then took a comb to my hair and straightened my blouse. Then, looking down at Kelly I could see her smiling up at me. With a laugh I smiled back at her and pushed open the door leaving her sitting on the floor. At the street I turned towards the river. Checking my watch I could see I had just enough time to walk the five blocks to meet Robert for lunch and maybe another adventure.