Dana and her friends sat around the table after dinner, idly chatting and generally relaxing. Across the room, at another table, a group of men did much the same thing. Of all the women in Dana's group, she was the only one that was single, well, divorced, so the other ladies weren't particularly paying any serious attention to the men there, except to make a dirty joke, or comment about how well his pants fit.
As the laughs and chatter drifted past Dana's ears, her eyes made contact with one of the men at the other table. He was a nice looking guy, tall, well built, and as the evening progressed, Dana began to pay closer attention to him, just as he seemed to be doing with her. Towards the end of the night, most of the girls Dana was with had gone home to their respective husbands or boyfriends, and Dana was beginning to feel more alone then she had in a long time.
When the last two girls at Dana's table said their goodnights, Dana decided she had nothing left to lose, and did something she never imagined she would. Getting to her feet, she put her handbag over her shoulder, and looked over to the men's table. The guy was still watching her, and she could see the interest there, but it didn't seem to be enough to make him get off his ass and come and talk to her. Walking around his table, she leaned in close to his ear and whispered. "I am lonely, and horny as hell. I'm going home right now, and you are welcome to join me." With that, she turned and left the bar, not looking back to see if he was going to follow, because if he didn't, she was going to feel like such a fool tomorrow.
As she reached forward to place her car keys in the door and unlock it, a warm hand slid over hers and she could feel the hardness of a body behind her. She could feel the heat of his breath on the side of her neck, and she shuddered a little in both excitement and fear. What had she just done? For all she knew, she could have just invited an axe murderer back to her home. Was she out of her mind? His lips pressed softly against the side of her neck, and her body pushed her past all sense of logic and reason. She wanted someone, no, needed someone, and she could not wait any longer to have that need fulfilled.
"That was quite an invitation little Lady, are you sure you want me to follow you home?" he was giving her the opportunity to back out, and a small place in the back of her mind screamed at her to take it, but the pounding in her heart, and the dull ache between her legs soon silenced that voice.
"Not to my home, but to a place I know, and yes, I want you to." Without turning her head to look at him, she opened the door to her car and slipped into the seat. Starting the engine, she glanced to where he had been standing, but he was gone, the lights of a car a few spaces away beaming to life. Taking a deep breath, she put the car in gear, and headed towards home.
A few blocks from her house was a small roadside motel that belonged to her oldest friend, Trudy. Trudy had always told her that if she needed a room, for any reason, room twelve would always be available. Dana had used the room a few times when things started to fall apart in her marriage, but since her divorce, she'd had no use for it. Never had she thought in her wildest dreams that she would be using it for this. Picking up her cellular phone, she place a quick call to Trudy who assured her the room would be ready and waiting, and ended the call with "Way to go girl."
Dana giggled and blushed a little at her friends enthusiasm at her daring encounter, and was a little astonished her self as to how she had come by, as her friend called it, the balls to do something so daring and wild. It felt good to do something a little dangerous, but she would still be in the relatively safe vicinity of her friends help should she need it. She might have been desperate, but she wasn't completely out of her mind.
She turned the car into the parking space in front of room twelve, and the man from the bar took a park across the lot. Her heart was beating so hard that it became increasing difficult for her to catch her breath. Stepping from the car, she could see him approaching and before she could change her mind, she headed for the motel room door. As promised, it was unlocked, and she was able to open it and slip inside before he reached her.
Once inside, she felt more at ease, away from the threat of prying and curious eyes, and in the comfort of a place that was familiar to her. A few moments later, he opened the door behind her and followed her in. With a flick, he turned on the light, and Dana asked him to turn it off again. She had only just realized how self-confidant she was about the shape and size of her thighs. She had a nice figure really for a woman of her age, though thirty-two was hardly old, but she still worried that there might be something about her he might find less then appealing.
His hand lingered by the light switch for a moment, then dropped to his side. "If you don't mind, I'd like to leave it on. I have been wondering all night how you would look without that dress, and I'd really like to look at you. You're a beautiful woman. What's your name?"
Without thinking, Dana gave him her real name, and then chided herself for doing so.
"That's a lovely name, Dana. My name's Jake." He stepped closer, reaching out to softly caress her cheek with the back of his fingers. She had a pretty face, with intense, dark eyes and full lips. She wore very little makeup, but then, she didn't really need it. His fingers lingered on her neck for a moment, then strayed down over her cleavage, brushing against the sides of her breasts with the subtlest of caresses. He was testing her response, and was more then pleased with what he discovered. This woman was no wonton floozy. She was just a woman who was tired of being alone. It was never hard to tell the difference, and for some reason, this made her all the more appealing to him.
Never breaking the contact the backs of his fingers had with her warm flesh, he moved his hand around her back, reaching for the zipper and releasing it. Her skin burned hot beneath his touch, and she found she was unable to move, standing motionless as he unfastened the last clip on her dress and letting it fall to the floor at her feet. His eyes looked upon her body with admiration, making her blush beneath his lusty gaze. It had been a long time since a man had looked at her with such passion in his eyes, and she suddenly realized how long it had been since she had known passion at all.
He trailed his fingers down the length of her back, sending a shiver racing through her body, covering her flesh in goose bumps. With his left hand, he lifted her chin, looking deep into her eyes before covering her lips in a tender kiss. His mouth was warm and gentle, yet unyielding. His tongue reached forward, parting her lips and opening her mouth to a deeper, more passionate kiss. His kiss became more demanding, but not forceful, taking it only as far as she was willing to yield.
Surrendering to him just a little, she slipped her arms about his neck and accepted his kiss more fully, his left hand moving from her chin and burying deep in her soft, brown hair. His right hand traced small circles along her spine, stopping when it came to the clasp of her bra, and releasing it in a single movement. Her back was now naked to him, and he delighted in the feel of her soft, womanly curves. The small of a woman's back had always held a certain appeal to him, but there was something about the way her back dipped and then swelled out to blend with the roundness of her buttocks that especially attractive.
Breaking the kiss with reluctance, Jack stepped back from her, taking his time to slide the straps of her bra over her shoulders, his eyes savoring every inch of flesh newly revealed to him. She was splendid, her form rounded and firm, as a woman should be. Large nipples crowned the center of her breasts, and as he watched, they hardened to dark points that beckoned to be touched. He could not resist such an invitation. Starting at her shoulder, he traced small lines down over her chest and around the outer rim of her satiny orbs. She panted a little, catching her breath as the tips of his fingers discovered her most sensitive patches. Moving in circles, he worked his way towards her pebble like nipple, taking it between his finger and thumb, massaging it and squeezing it gently.
Dana was unable to move, unable to think. The touch of his fingers was like fire and ice all at once, both burning and soothing at the same time. His manipulations of her nipples sent a surging response straight to her crotch that was impossible to ignore. Her clit began to throb like a dull ache, and when he cupped her breast full in his hand, bending to take her dark point deep into his mouth, she thought her legs would give way beneath her. A strong arm held her against him, pulling her closer to his hungry lips as he sucked and nibbled at her breast. His hot tongue flicked over her nipple before his teeth nipped and pulled at the hardened bead. Dana's fingers found his hair, burying deep into his almost black curls and pulling him harder against her. He responded as she hoped he would, sucking hard, taking as much of her flesh into his mouth as was humanly possible. He moved from one breast to the other, devouring each in turn, hot saliva making her flesh shine beneath the motel room lights.
