Hard Work Pays Off

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It’s happening. The moment I have been thinking about and craving for over a month is upon me. I don’t know why this one is so special to me. It’s not like I’ve never met someone secretly to have sex. He’s not my first married one. But there’s something different here. Brad- I mean, Sam. Whatever- is a whole adventure in himself. I enjoy every second of conversation I have with him. He makes me think. He makes me work for what I want. As I drive to the hotel to meet him, I smile remembering the long, frustrating, but extremely enjoyable game we played until I figured out his real name. I chuckle when I think that, after all the hints he gave me, the word “tuxedo” is what finally pushed me to the answer. I have never loved google more than I did that day.

I should feel bad. I should think it’s wrong to sleep with another woman’s husband. I should feel even worse that I am cheating on my boyfriend of less than 48 hours. But I don’t. This game, as he calls it, is the most thrilling thing I have ever been a part of. The rush of adrenaline on the drives to meet, the secrecy, the lies to get away from other people. Having to be calculated and stealthy so you don’t get caught. I don’t know if I can ever give it up.

I make it to the hotel and check my email. He is 15 miles away. I am strangely nervous. Why? This is no different than what I just spent the last month doing. Actually, this is better. I know him. I trust him. Maybe that’s why. Maybe it’s performance anxiety.

After what seems like an eternity and no time at all, I see his truck pull up. I take a deep breath, check my hair in the mirror, and step out of the car to meet him. I start to form the thought that it’s been a while since I’ve seen him in person, but then I remember Tuesday and smile. Don’t tell him I still have the business card.

“Don’t you hate it when you’ve been driving and you get so stiff?” he asks as we walk to the hotel.

“That’s what happens when you get old.” I say it for myself. To remind me that not only is he married with three kids, he is also fifteen years older than me. And that’s just straight up hot.

He begins the check in process, which takes far too long in my opinion, especially since we are on camera and all I can think of escort kartal is something happening my father catching me. Poor Sam wouldn’t deserve the beating that he would receive. Finally, the clerk hands him the key and points us to our room. For a split second I wonder what he is thinking about us and then I realize that I really don’t care. I have never anticipated sex with a person as much as I am in this moment.

When we get to the room, I take my shoes off and he goes to the bathroom. All the while we’re having very light, playful, casual conversation. This is so different than every other time I’ve met someone at a hotel. It’s always been rushed. I never know what to say, since usually all I know about the guy is his first name. If that. He walks around to the side of the bed I’m on. I stand.

“Still nervous?” He’s touching me.

“Not…. Not really,” I stutter. It’s really happening. Why can’t I stop thinking that?

He kisses me. Runs his hands through my hair. His scent. God I wish I could put it into words. No, I wish I could bottle it. Every man needs his scent. We kiss as he gently pushes me onto the bed. I let myself sit, then lay back. He pulls my legs apart and lays on top of me. His lips move to my chest, my neck. I must have told him how much I love my neck being kissed. Did I? His hands are under my shirt, lifting it off of me. Shit. I forgot I was wearing the grandma bra. That’s so embarrassing. He doesn’t seem to notice, though. He moves down, kisses my belly. Usually I can’t handle that. It tickles too much. But he does it just gently enough for it to feel amazing. He kisses my lips for a little while longer, and then lifts me up. He starts taking off his shirt, and I help him. He unhooks my bra and my breasts fall loose. I lay back as his mouth explored more of my body. He takes a nipple into his mouth and I nearly moan. He sits up and pulls my panties off.

“Mmmm. Shaved.”

“Did that this morning,” I say breathlessly.

“I have wonderful timing.”

I chuckle.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” He asks huskily as his fingers part my other set of lips.

I nod.

He lifts me into a sitting position again. I look up at him and he nods down to his pants. maltepe escort I smirk and remove his belt, unbutton his pants (with a bit of effort), and pull them down. I can see it through the fly in his boxers. I need it. I pull those down as well, rub it for a few seconds, then take it into my mouth. He moans and runs his hands through my hair and down my back. I love the feeling of his hands on me.

He pushes me back down and is on top of me again. I can feel it pressed up against me and all of a sudden I want him in me more than I want anything in the world. But it looks like he’s going to make me wait a little longer. He kisses me more- my lips, my neck, my chest, my nipple. Finally, I hear him whisper something.

“What?” I ask.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asks a little louder.

“Yes.”

“I want you to say it.”

“Fuck me.”

And so he does. He is inside of me for the first time. I am a little surprised at how much he seems to be stretching me. It hurts a little. But only in the best way. I try to take in all of it. All I can think is, “Finally.” Finally he is close to me. Finally we are somewhere besides his truck. Finally I am doing the one thing I have been waiting to do for a month. Every aspect of this moment and our relationship makes this the best sex I have ever had. I’m panting. I stop breathing every once in a while, then loudly begin again. He sits up so he can have access to my clit.

Oh God. Don’t let it hurt. Please don’t let it hurt. To my surprise, it doesn’t. His thumb is rubbing me gently. It’s probably not possible for me to cum quite yet, but I’ll let him keep going. He doesn’t do it for too long, which is good. That’s when it starts hurting. We continue this cycle for a few minutes, then he needs to recharge. He lays back and I begin rubbing him. He asks me if I brought my Vaseline. Ah. So he didn’t forget. Damn. I go get it, then we take turns rubbing it on him to get him hard again. Now I’m starting to get nervous again.

“You don’t have to do it. I’m not going to force you.”

“No, it’s-“

He can sense the hesitation in my voice.

“If you want to try it, let’s do it. But if you don’t…”

“I want to try it.”

“Okay. Lay pendik escort bayan back down.”

I take a deep breath and lay down. I cover my face with my hands.

“This is going to feel weird.”

He rubs the Vaseline onto my hole. I’m trying to breathe. Remind myself that I trust him. That he’ll stop as soon as I tell him to.

After a few failed attempts and a conversation about calling my boyfriend while he’s fucking me, he is back over me. He goes in and out of the correct hole a few times, and then, with no warning, he’s there. Oh. My. God. Ow. Ow. Owowowowowow. No. Please.

“Okay. Okay, okay just relax. I won’t go any farther.” The look on my face must be portraying how I feel. I can’t get any words out of my mouth. I need it out of me. Now.

“Hey. Let it relax. You’re okay.”

I try. It’s impossible.

“No,” I mouth, shaking my head.

“Okay.” He takes it out of me and starts laughing. I do too, but mostly because it’s either laugh or cry at this point. Even though he’s back fucking me the right way, pain still radiates for about another minute. That was just not okay. I will never let anyone do that to me again. I don’t regret trying, because if I hadn’t I would have never known. But never again.

Now, back to what really feels good. He is still trying to get me to call my boyfriend. But even if I could make myself sound casual, I couldn’t think of a reason to call him. I didn’t have anything to tell him.

“Fine. If you don’t call him I will cum in you.”

Sweet deal. I’ve been waiting for his man’s cum to fill me for a very long time. And after about another minute, it does. I watch him as he climaxes, knowing that his sweet, sticky white juice is filling me. I love it. I don’t have to cum to be satisfied with what just happened. I just had sex with the man whose name I found out just over a week ago. The man that I don’t know if I see him in public.

After a quick shower to rinse off all of the Vaseline, we get back dressed and sit and talk for a minute. He’s still laughing at the look on my face when he stuck it in. I’m not quite to the point that I find it funny. But I’m glad he can enjoy it. And then it’s time for us to part ways. We exit the hotel, walk down the sidewalk, and then split apart.

“I would give you the hug and kiss, but…”

I look around. “Yeah, probably not the best idea, out in the open.”

And that is it. I get in my car, smiling. And all I can think about is how I can’t wait to do it again.

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