"Unhapilly married" was the tagline of his ad.
I clicked on it. His situation sounded comparable to mine. Married. Unhappy. Lonely. After talking back and forth a bit via e-mail and texts, I knew this could be something wonderful. We oozed passion for each other from the very first sentences. The conversation turned intensely erotic, and I knew I had to meet him face to face.
He wished to live through a fantasy of his with me, involving a day time trip to a hotel room, filled with passion and lovemaking. I agreed to meet him.
It was unseasonably cold that morning. My heart raced in excitement as I ran out the door to catch the train to meet him. Of course with all that was on my mind, I forgot a jacket. I stood shivering on the platform to the train, feeling everyones eyes judging me. I felt like somehow they all knew, but I just didn't care. I reached the downtown area stop and hopped off the train. I walked towards the direction of the hotel. We were set to meet at a Starbucks first, I suppose to make sure we weren't actually crazy psycho killers...
As our luck would have it we both got confused and ended up at different Starbucks... But, since they are at just about every corner, we weren't that far from each other. I continued my shivering as I lit up a cigarette. I looked up saw him as he walked across the street, carrying two Starbucks cups in his hands. He looked so handsome, every hair perfectly in place. He smiled and I felt a jolt through my body as he approached me.
"Well, hey there," I said as he inched toward me.
"Hey there yourself," he said as he set the coffees down on the ledge of the building and pulled me in to embrace me. My head pressed against the lapel of his sports coat, which smelled deliciously of cigarettes and coffee. Being in the hold of another man's arms should have felt wrong. I should have felt guilty; but, I felt nothing but excitement and joy.
Our conversations were so lengthy and our connection so strong that I felt like I knew him for years. The sinful walk to the hotel felt surprisingly comfortable as he grabbed onto my hand and led me across the busy downtown sidewalk. My heart was pounding at the thoughts of what would ensue. I looked over at him and studied the curvature of his face, the way the corners of his mouth curled in somewhat of a permanent smile. I could tell he was nervous as he clenched is jaw.
We led me into the hotel with his hand gently on the small of my back. We approached the front desk and I felt everyone's eyes on us. I'm sure no one there gave a shit about us or why we were there; if anything I suppose they assumed we were a married couple. The woman at the front desk handed him the keys for the room and he led me in the elevator. I wanted so badly for him to slam my body up against the wall of the elevator and start putting his hands all over me, but alas, the gentleman inside of him waited to get me inside our hotel room. It felt like an eternity as he pushed the hotel key in the slot and pushed the door open.
We awkwardly walked into the room and set down our belongings. We looked at each other for a split second, unsure of how to start. In the instant our eyes met, however, we were overcome with spectacular lust. We collided into one another and our lips passionately moved against each other as we slowly intermingled our tongues. I traced the outline of his tongue with mine as he pushed me down on the bed, his body trembling with passion and excitement.
"Oh my god, I want you so badly." he muttered under his breath. He crawled over me and continued to push his mouth sensually and sinfully on mine. He reached his hand up my skirt and explored the sides of my thigh with his fingertips. He then started exploring more, dragging his fingers along the outside curves of my legs and then my inner thighs. I felt the warmth radiate off me as he got closer and closer to making contact where I am most sensitive. With his mouth still on mine, he gently pushed on me on the outside of my panties. I let out a soft moan into his mouth.
He slid his hands underneath my underwear, slowly tracing circles around my clit. I moaned louder as the warmth crawled up my body. He inserted a finger inside me and greeted my g-spot. The pleasure was unreal as my head rolled back on the bed. I slammed my hand down on the sheets and gripped them with my fingers as the pleasure intensified.
"Oh fuck," I said as he moved his finger around inside me, finding all of the crevices that send my eyes rolling into the back of my head in ecstasy. Everything he did just sent me over the edge, coming closer and closer to climax.
He slowly kissed down my body, starting at my breasts, exploring a straight line down. He found his way to the inside of my thigh, gently kissed it followed by a gentle flick of his tongue. He slowly moved his way to my clit, moving his tongue in slow circles while moaning into me. I rhythmically moved my hips into him, overcome with pleasure. "