There were fluorescent lights, and there was the sunrise. How easily, one pales in comparison to the other.
Such a fickle thing; what we call love. How easily misconstrued it can become, and how through the years it's been diluted, and watered down to the point that other four letter words have begun to occupy the same space, have begun to be spoken with the same tenderness, yet none even beginning to evoke the same unequivocal, bittersweet remembrance that this singular word can.
He had only thought he knew the true definition of the word before he met Jenifer.
They had met, quite by accident, on an adult website, and after talking for some time had begun to develop strong feelings for one another. Nevermind the fact that both of them were married to other people, nor that over 700 miles separated them both from one another. Their messages were hot and urgent, full of passion and dripping with lust as he described, in detail, what he wanted to do to her, and she replied in kind.
He was only 34, a native of a small town in North Carolina. An ex convict, felon, tattooed and long haired, rugged and chiseled with the muscles of manual labor. She was in her mid 40's, unexplainably beautiful, a product of the country and a rodeo upbringing, with long chestnut hair, striking green eyes, and the body of absolute perfection. They had frequently exchanged nude pictures and she yearned for his thick 7 inch cock as much as he did for her natural double D cup breasts and her tight, wet pussy. Knowing that each other was married to another provided for them both a thrill; a forbidden eroticism which only drew them to one another more and more as each day passed. Their conversations became steamier, their inhibitions lowered to nothing. He openly relayed his fantasies of knocking her up with their love child and she returned his desires in kind, both caught in the heat of desire for the other, neither willing to embrace the consequences of such a reckless act.
As the weeks passed, they began to realize that they could not stand the thought of being without one another. She felt a tenderness for him that she'd never felt for another, an unspoken emotional attachment to him that she couldn't understand. How could someone she'd never met have such a profound effect on her or make her pussy so wet with anticipation? She'd pleasured herself to thoughts of him and her orgasms were always cataclysmic, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her, seeming to touch her to her very core, and when she was done she felt physically drained, unable to move or speak.
His were the same. He'd emptied his balls to fantasies of her and his orgasms were always powerful, exploding copious amounts of semen from his throbbing member. Even his wife was unable to make him cum like Jenifer and they both silently longed for the first time they would see each other, more so, the first night they'd spend in each other's arms.
They were each other's secret. They were one another's passion. They gave each other hope when there was none, reassurance when in doubt, motivation when things seemed bleak. Never a day passed that they didn't speak to one another, nurture each other. They knew they had to see each other and neither cared how.
So when he found himself in his car, a weekends worth of clothes he knew he wouldn't be wearing in a suitcase tucked in his trunk and the GPS singing to him to continue on the interstate for the next 428 miles, a sense of elation he'd forgotten was possible filled him to his core. They'd agreed on a city in the middle, a small town and a small reasonable motel rendezvous, where each was free to let their pent up tension be released for one fantastic weekend of pure pleasure. In her back seat was a suitcase full of some of her skimpiest lingerie and most intimate of clothing. She laughed to herself as she wondered whether or not she'd even get to put any of it on. She knew that they'd say hello, and then they'd attack each other like animals, and their lovemaking would only be halted long enough to find their way to the shower, where it would more than likely commence. How they'd talked about him taking her in the shower under the cool stream of water, her ample breasts crushed against her as his tongue filled her mouth. He could practically taste the moans that would be sucked from her lips.
He sped ever onward, the location on the GPS becoming realer by the mile. Any sense of apprehension was quickly replaced by an ever impending sense of primal need. He had never needed anything in his life so bad as he needed her. She was his poison, his drug, and he knew he was powerless to stop what was approaching. He knew his marriage was doomed, yet he couldn't allow himself time to dwell on it. He loved his wife, that was clear, but Jenifer evoked a feeling in him that he was unsure of, yet completely certain. Their conversations had always filled him with absolute bliss and she'd empowered him with each message. He hoped he could please her. He wanted nothing more than to fulfill her every desire, grant her every wish, and bring to life her every fantasy this weekend.
She thought of him, his muscular frame, the sensation of running her small, feminine hands along the contours of his rigid body. She shivered with anticipation as the distance between them closed and she licked her lips at the thought of sheer unbridled pleasure this weekend was to bring. And finally after three and a half hours of driving she pulled into the parking lot of the motel they had agreed on, desperately searching the surrounding cars for any sign of him. When it was clear he hadn't arrived, she went to work on putting up the handmade sign she'd made for her windshield that had but a single symbol. <3
When he pulled into the parking lot, he noticed her sign immediately and his heart pounded with trepidation. Parking beside her, they stepped out of their vehicles and faced one another.
He was so fucking fine, she thought.
She was so fucking beautiful, he thought.
They exchanged pleasantries and gave each other the only hug they would give one another that weekend. She followed him inside where he'd agreed to pay for the room, booking a single bed suite for the weekend and her pussy tingling, she walked hand in hand with him to their room. Upon closing the door, their lips found one anothers and each relished in the taste of the other. His tongue greedily explored her mouth as they made their way to the single queen sized bed. His hands deftly unclasped her bra as she pulled her denim shirt over her head, and her massive tits tumbled out, her quarter sized areolas pink and inviting. Her nipples, like tic tacs beckoned him and he broke from the warm intoxication of her kiss long enough to find her neck, slender and delicious, and swiftly clamped his lips onto it. She tossed her head back allowing him full access to her throat and deep guttural moans escaped her lips as she fumbled with his belt. Once she'd unhooked his belt, they broke free from one another long enough for him to step out of his jeans and pull his t shirt up over his head. She helped him unbutton her jeans and pushing her onto her back on the bed, he gently pulled her boots off of her feet before grabbing her jeans and removing them from her curvaceous thighs. All that covered her pussy were an almost completely transparent pair of black lace thongs and through his similar black boxer briefs she could see his bulge becoming more and more pronounced. She sat up to more closely admire his toned chest and shoulders and then she grabbed his bulge and began caressing it gently, working her supple hand over the fabric of his underwear, eager for the prize within. But he would not grant her that victory so easily as in one movement, he was on top of her, her hands pinned above her head, and with his one free hand he kissed her from her throat to her navel, stopping to suck each of her succulent nipples into his mouth. He'd thought about her breasts so often, envisioned what they would taste like, and how softly they would knead in his fingers. Her breasts were truly a work of art, magnificent in their beauty and form, firm and still with a perkiness that defied their size. He sucked each nipple with the hunger of a newborn, the enticing taste of her on his lips as he kissed downward to the treasure between her thighs. He licked her navel, and in around her belly button, thoughts of how with their lovemaking her belly would soon swell and her breasts would soon become engorged with milk. At these thoughts his cock throbbed painfully against the confines of his boxer briefs and he could feel the front of them becoming slick with precum. He released her hand and hooked his fingers inside the waistband of her thong panties and pulled them off of her. She lifted her ass enough for him to pull them off of her legs and once he'd removed them she parted her legs giving him a view of her tantalizing snatch. It glistened with the dew of her arousal and he could see the swollen nub of her clitoris pulsing above her smooth shaved labia. He knew she would be freshly shaven but the scent of her womanhood so close to him drove him wild. Her pussy exuded fertility and his cock strained against his boxer briefs. Before he could taste her glistening nub, she'd pulled him up over top of her and he felt her hand pulling his underwear off. When she'd removed his boxer briefs, she rolled him onto his back and pumped his stiff cock before climbing over his face and positioning her ass right above his lips. He helped lower her juicy cunt down to his mouth and he grasped her asscheeks with his hands, spreading her pink folds. Just as his tongue grazed her pulsating nub, he felt a warm wet set of lips close around the head of his cock. He groaned into her sex and began to hungrily devour her dripping pussy. He had never felt such pleasure in his life. Her pussy tasted delicious, and the scent of her womanhood enraptured him. He was dimly aware of her lips engulfing more and more of his throbbing cock as she took him deep into her throat before applying pressure to his head and pumping his shaft with a rhythm of her own. She gagged and drooled over his cock as she worked it with finesse, flicking her tongue around the head. He could hear her moaning as she cupped his swollen balls, her hand squeezing them ever so gently, oblivious to the massive load churning within them. He pulled her lips apart as he felt her stiffen and her breathing quickened as he sucked her clit between his teeth. Feeling her legs begin to shake he inserted a finger into her ass as his tongue flicked over her clit with pinpoint precision. Holding her tightly she screamed with pleasure as the first orgasm cascaded through her body, wave after wave of release she had never felt before racking her very soul. He pulled his finger from her ass as she cried out in delight, frantically taking his angrily throbbing cock back into her mouth, while yet still caught in the grip of the most earth shattering climax she'd ever experienced. He greedily sucked her cum from her pussy as it overflowed onto his lips and as the quaking in her legs began to subside she lifted herself off of him and pulled him up by the hand. "Stand up, baby," she breathed. And as he stood up in front of her, she sat on the edge of the bed and once again took his swollen member into the warm moist confines of her mouth. He looked down at her, naked with her legs spread wide as she took him into her throat, and then pulled his cock from her lips with an audible pop. She stroked him as she leaned to suck on his smooth swollen balls, giving a moan of delight at what was surely swimming within them. She knew she couldn't make him cum; she wanted every drop of his sperm deep inside her pussy, swimming, racing towards her egg which would be released this weekend. It's why she had picked this weekend; she knew she was ovulating and that she would be peak into her cycle and ripe for impregnation. So with one final kiss to his head, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. "Fuck me baby," she cooed. "Sink that big cock into this tight little pussy."
