This is not a work of fiction. It actually happened...
My business sent me to Ottawa for two months back in '95. My wife and I had an agreement that we could be with someone else while I was away on extended business trips. I know that she had taken advantage of this agreement, but until then I hadn't. Most of the places I had been sent to were outside of Canada in third world countries where various diseases were pandemic. You took your life in your hands if you played around out there. This was the first time that I had been sent to a western country and it was right in our nations capital. I found Ottawa to be an exciting city, despite comments to the contrary from friends who had been there. There is always something going on, festivals, shows, big name acts and singing groups but all with a laid back atmosphere not found in some larger centres.
I was supposed to be helping start up a project, and then the fan started slinging smelly stuff! Before I knew it, I had lost my superior to a heart attack. Fortunately he lived, though he took his retirement. That left me holding the bag and my two-month stay became six months! The company wouldn't commit to moving me to Ottawa until the project got off the ground in a big way. So I was stuck on my own with my family halfway across Canada. Most of the bars downtown are pretty much for the younger set, so eventually I wound up using a telephone dating service, the internet still being somewhat new and not as well established back then.
I met Carol on the dating service. We talked for sometime before we first met, sharing our fantasies, our hopes and desires. We told each other various things about ourselves, things that strangers wouldn't normally share. She knew I was married and only interested in sex. She told me she was submissive and not seeking a long-term affair, but would like to have more than a one-night stand. She also said she liked her sex rough.
Our first meeting was one of those orchestrated get togethers to check out each other and see if there really was an appeal there. We both liked what we saw. She was 5'3" and about 120lbs, blond hair and green eyes and buff. She had told me she was an aerobics instructor and she had an air of casualness about her physical movements that can only be seen in athletes and dancers. She also told me she did 20 minutes of Keegle exercises a day! At that time, I was 6' and 200lbs very fit from the constant workouts to blow off steam after the hard daily office grind. I had light brown hair and penetrating steel blue eyes that are somewhat disconcerting to some people. We enjoyed a spirited conversation, almost like old friends meeting to catch-up afters years of separation. We arranged for diner later that week at her place.
I brought a catered meal and wine. We were both dressed well, I in a jacket, shirt, tie and dress slacks. She wore a form fitting black satin strapless evening gown that was cut on the diagonal from knee to mid-calf. Her legs and feet were encased in silk and open toed stiletto sandals. She wore no jewellery and only a little makeup.
We dined to candlelight and retired to wine in her living room. The room was large, about 20' square. It had a large couch against the far wall with an entertainment centre opposite the couch. To the right was a French door that led out to a balcony. The wall opposite the doors was one large mirror. Except for some chairs in the corners, there was absolutely nothing else in the room. She told me that she practiced her moves here, refining them before bringing them to her classes. We continued our conversations; in fact, she did almost all of the talking. I was wondering when things were going to start when it came to me that she would not likely start anything that, in fact, she was waiting for me. Abruptly, I cut her off in mid sentence.
"Put on some soft music" I said, "I would like to dance with you." At first she was annoyed at having been cut off, then a fleeting smile crossed her lips. She lowered her eyes, stood and walked across the room. The dress showed her form beautifully as she bent over to make a selection. Two thin strips under the material of her dress, which I recognized as garters, could be seen stretched across her ass. She made her selection and swayed back toward me.
"Stop" I commanded as she reached the middle of the room. "Turn to your right." This left her looking at herself in the mirror. I rose and moved towards her. She smiled at me and reached towards me to start our dance. I took her hands and forced them down.
"Your are not my equal," I told her, "Lower your eyes!" She sucked in a breath sharply. A flush crossed the top of her breasts and spread to her neck and cheeks. She lowered her eyes. I moved around her, my hand trailing behind me, touching her arms, hips, and ass. I knew immediately that she wasn't wearing panties and the deep plunge of the dress to the middle of her back showed that she was braless as well.
As I walked around her, I thought about how I would use this beautiful woman, how I would seduce her, caress her, arouse her, so much so that my cock was getting uncomfortable in my pants. Then I remembered that she had told me she liked her sex rough and a different plan, plan B, arranged itself in my mind.
As I moved around to face her, I pulled her gently towards me and we began to sway to the music. I took one of her hands in mine, and slid my other hand, not around her hips but around to her ass, and pulled her to me. She could feel my hardness pressing against her. Just to make sure, I ground my hips against hers. A deep gurgle escaped her throat as she lowered her head to my shoulder. I reached down and kissed her softly on the lips. Her response was subdued. I realized she wanted something more than a soft kiss. I moved the hand from her ass to the back of her head and taking a handful of hair, pulled her head back kissing her hard. What happened next was an epiphany for me as she ground herself even harder against me, kissing back hard to me, while seeming to submit, almost melt into my aggressions, making the kiss my own, instead of hers.
She sighed lustily when we broke that kiss. My hand slid down her back, found the tab of her zipper and pulled it down to her ass. I slid my hand into the back of her dress, touching her ass, and the small of her back. Once again I reached up and pulled her head back, this time my lips going for her throat. I planted kisses along her neckline, inching ever lower until my mouth moved across the swell of her breasts. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, the dress fell away from her breasts as my lips descended across them.
She had beautiful C-cup tits, pear shaped and curved slightly upwards. Her nipples were as hard as nails and stuck out half an inch. I lowered my head and sucked as much of her right breast into mouth as I could, forcing the nipple to the back of my throat. She let out a loud "Aaaaahhhhh!" and pushed her tit as far into my mouth as she could. I could feel the thumping of her heart, hear her ragged breathing, and smell the scent of her, the scent of a woman as she becomes aroused. I let her breast slip from my mouth, dragging my teeth along the sensitive skin as it did so, trapping and lightly biting the nipple as it slipped from my mouth. As my teeth closed on her turgid nipple, she groaned once more.
Abruptly I stood up. Bring my hands up along her body, I found and caressed her tits, twisting and pulling hard on the nipples. She pulled away from me then, not enough to break the grip of my fingers, but rather to heighten the effects of the pull on her teats. I reached up further and trapped her face between my hands. Pulling her towards me we ground our hips together. Lowering my head, I gently kissed her on the lips, a soft butterfly kiss that barely touched her hungry lips. She tried to push against me to harden that kiss, but I refused to add to its intensity. The look on her face was priceless. The hard pushing of our hips had trapped my cock between us, heightening our passion, yet the soft tenderness of our kiss belayed that passion. I suddenly realized that I had learned more about personal power dynamics in five minutes, than I had in six years as a company hack!
