It was something that neither of them ever expected. But as with all things in fate, when the time is right, there is no stopping it.
They had known each other for years. Yet their was never the trigger that launched an 'affair', not even the knowledge that the desire was there. That is until this point. Once that line had been crossed, there erupted passion that had been simmering within both of them for years. Unspoken, for the longest time, unknown, but it was there as sure as there is a sky.
They had been careful, meeting in brief encounters, speaking in short phone conversations. But it was on-line, with the wall of the internet separating them that their true feeling became revealed. That separation, that net of safety was the thing that let their guards down. It also served to fuel their fire. Stoking a personal ache, a desire for contact, intimate contact that they both lacked and deeply needed.
They both knew that this was most dangerous. Neither was free to explore the other as they knew they needed to. Their real encounters were brief, fleeting, cramped and perhaps somewhat reckless. But in those stolen moments they touched that pool of desire that they both wanted to immerse themselves in.
Now had come the moment that they had dreamed of, desired and planned for. A place of their own, however briefly, where the fear of being discovered was gone. Where they could be who they were for a few hours, there would be no outside world, there would be no job, no responsibilities, and there would be nothing except them.
He had arrived first, a motel, average was the room, it was a motel after all. Clean enough, but out of the way, which at this point was the highest priority. Booked under an assumed name and paid in cash, the room would cease to exist after they left.
He hadn't been there but perhaps 10 minutes when there was a knock at the door. He opened and there she stood, almost startled. Their eyes meet and they just stared for what seemed forever. He opened the door further and she entered. She turned to him to say something, but she was interrupted with an embrace and a kiss that made her forget any conversations she had planned.
They kissed as never before, alone in darkened room, no world to see them. This has happened a million times in the course of human history, it will happen a million more, but this was their moment. They kissed with passion. They kissed with tenderness. Their bodies crushed against one another. They knew what was going to happen, they savored every moment.
Coats disappeared first. Hands explored the others body. Breathing quickened. It had begun.
Passion suddenly unleashed itself. Like a floodgate opening emotion consumed them. He pressed her up against the wall of the room, their tongues writhing across a void of lust. She felt him grinding at her waist, his arousal filling his pants. A sensation caught her off guard a moment, a tingle, a brief brush against her thigh, then suddenly under her skirt, his hand cupping her mound.
He buried his head into her neck as he furiously pulled at her underwear as if it were an enemy to be vanquished. His hand was dripping with her moisture as is found it's way past the silken gate. A wave of sensations shot through her as a finger suddenly penetrated into her pussy.
She pushed back now, grabbing the hair on the back of his head, kissing his neck, the other hand pulling at his belt. He pulled his hand from within her and in a motion smooth as a dancer he scooped her off her feet and collapsed with her onto the bed. A shoe came off, then the other. She somehow suddenly didn't care that the zipper broke as the skirt seemed to remove itself in one simple motion. With strength that she didn't knew she possessed she twisted her body and the pair suddenly changed positions now with her on top. There was the briefest of pauses as the eyes met. She smiled the little girl smile that she always used to tease him.
To distract him.
She stared at him as she slid down rubbing her breasts across his pants as she went. He moved to sit up, but she pushed back, still smiling. The belt seemed to undo it'self, as did his fly. Looking up at him again she grabbed his pants at the hips and pulled. Suddenly his aroused manhood appeared. He lifted him self with his elbows as her eyes looked up at him from below his waist. That smile again, that look as she turned her attention downward.
There were no inhibitions. They understood what was going to happen. Both had agreed to shower just prior to their arrival, there would be nothing to stop them from enjoying each other completely.
She pulled his pants down to his ankles and spread open his legs. Without looking up she began to kiss the base of his erect cock, teasing, tasting, savoring the scent of him. She licked his balls and took them into her mouth, her tongue teasing and tasting like they were candy. He fell back and sighed. A slight moan passed his lips as he put his had on the back of her head and pulled her face closer. She was stroking him now as she licked and sucked. Over and under, lifting his balls and kissing underneath, biting gently, all the while stroking. She moved up suddenly and kissed his stomach, looking to see him enjoying every second.
She looked back at the head of his cock, slightly moist from its excitement; her thumb ran back and forth across the top. She took him into her mouth and began to suck hard. His breathing turned into moans as she swallowed all she could, stroking and sucking. Her hands teasing his balls as she bobbed her head fucking him with her mouth.
He pulled her head up suddenly and again the kissed passionately; Clothing was coming off fast and furiously until the both rolled across the bed completely naked together for the first time.
A moment that seemed like a year passed over him; She was a mature woman, with a beauty and softness that could never be attained by a 18 year old. She was aware of her body and herself. Her large heavy breasts were perfect for her figure, round and soft yet they maintained a beautiful shape, especially when she laid on her back. He beheld her totally for the first time, skin that he'd dreamed of tasting, lay before him, and she wished him there with her, there was no greater complement.
He laid her back, finding a pillow for her head. He sat up a moment and began to spread he legs open. Wider he spread them until she was totally exposed before him. He began kissing her stomach as their hands intertwined. Slowly he moved down kissing to the border of where her dark hair began to mark of boundary of womanhood. He reveled in the scent of her, a smell unique to women, strong, desirable.
He kissed the top of her mound, teasing with his lips. She began to grind in anticipation of the moment. Then he kissed her clitoris, a wave shot through her as her hands nearly pulled the hair from his head. He began sucking and licking, his tongue probing the opening into her then flattening as he drew up across her clit. Again and again he circled and sucked, licked and kissed her soft pussy. She had begun stroking him again as he changed positions.
She pulled him on top of her and began to suck his cock again. He wrapped his arms over the backs of her upper thighs and spread her wide, his hands on her ass cheeks curving her back, bringing her pussy up. She was sucking and licking furiously as was he. Suddenly, with out warning his tongue brushed across her taboo area.
