It was dark, Angela was only 2 minutes from home, but she was walking the wrong way, heading for the hotel that was just around the corner. As the rounded the corner and saw the hotel, she stopped, she turned and walked back towards home. It was only five or six steps, enough time for her brain to say she had agreed, she needed to at least turn up, she turned around again, heading back towards the hotel, she would be there in 2 minutes.
It was four or five months since the night with Daryl, and her husband had given her permission to go out and play, he just didn't know anything about this yet.
Angela was the most conflicted she had ever been, she had been talking to Andy for a month, he was funny and seemed to care about her feeling, but this would be the first time they would meet. Things had not been great and she had taken to friendships on the internet, an escape. Andy had called it about two weeks ago, she was unhappy and bored, and he provided a distraction, he was thrilling, different, and wrong! He was right, she was bored, and talking to him about sexual things excited her, thrilled her, and being secret made it hot. They had exchanged a couple of photos so knew what each other looked like, but the attraction was based on words not looks. His words did things to her, simple things like him saying he would spank her arse, or lick her bean, made her quiver, she had actually made herself cum just reading his words.
She was standing in front of the hotel, her thoughts had made the walk disappear, she looked at her phone, his text said room 157, her reply, now 21 minutes ago said, 'on my way, only coming for a glass of wine mind!'
That was so not true, her heart was thundering in her chest, she felt sick she was so scared, but she wanted him to rip her clothes off and take her, that was what she was going for, but she suspected that it would be just a glass of wine and a chat. Even that would be a step to far for her husband, he wanted to know about these things not have them be secret. He thought she was walking up to her friend Jane's house for a wine, and chat, Jane had been fully briefed and was ready to cover for her. She owed Angela, as Angela had covered for her several times, Angela was a good girl, and Jane wasn't!
Angela walked up the stairs to the first floor, room 157 was pretty close to the stairs so she walked past it and stopped down the corridor a little, she closed her eyes and calmed her breathing, she relaxed as best she could, pulled out her phone, and text, 'I'm here.'
She didn't wait for a response, her nerve was going so she walked quickly to the door and knocked, as she knocked her heart was in her mouth, and there was a voice in the back of her head screaming, 'what are you doing? He could be an axe murderer. Run, run home.'
The door opened quite quickly, and the man she had seen several pictures of was standing there, he was exactly like the photos which gave her some reassurance, and he said, 'Angela? Come in.'
She entered not sure if her nerves were calming or not, and he closed the door behind her, she turned to look at him, he was wearing smart jeans and a t-shirt, and was holding a plastic cup of what looked like wine. He indicated the wine and said, 'want one?'
'God yes,' she replied, she nerves in overdrive, but she had the presence of mind to remove her coat and hang it in the cupboard.
She stood waiting for the wine, she was glad she had gone for the dark jeans and long sleeve top, she definitely didn't look over eager, how did he look so relaxed? He handed her a wine.
'Thank you,' she said.
'Sorry about the plastic cups, best I could do in the hotel. You OK?' he said, so much calmer than she felt.
'Yes I am good,' she replied, 'just never done anything like this before so my nerves are on edge.'
Andy smiled at her, and said, 'you will be fine, we don't have to do anything. It is completely up to you,' he sat on the bed and relaxed.
Angela only just noticed that there was music playing, it was a quiet background level, not intrusive, but she thought it was a mark of her nerves that she had been in the room for 2 minutes before noticing. The song playing was a Queen track that she likely, and she listened for a moment as she sat on the bed next to Andy. The music was actually calming her, which is exactly what she needed.
After a moment she felt more comfortable and asked about his journey here, and talked about how close her house was, then onto their kids, as they talked she relaxed much more, the genuine nice guy that she had spent two months talking too, was exactly who was sitting with her. It wasn't that long before she thought to herself that she wasn't in the room with a stranger, it was a man she knew, and liked, and as he made reference to her body, and a couple of sexual references she realised that his words turned her on as much in person as they did at a distance.
As the conversation continued he started to stroke her back fingers dancing here and there, his touch excited her, not enough for anybody including him to notice, but she felt it inside. She finished the wine and as she got up said, 'just using the loo, you want to refill?' waving the plastic cup at him.
In the toilet she noticed how much more relaxed she was, and she decided that if he tried anything she was going to let him, she wanted his touch and to feel more of him. Angela strode out the toilet with a lot more confidence than she had walked into the room twenty minutes ago.
Andy was on the bed, but both his wine and hers were full again. She sat beside him again, wondering if he would notice that she had not tucked her top back into her jeans, but as she sat down he ran his hand over her pert bottom, and under her top, so he had noticed straight away.
He guided her down and pulled her in for a kiss, a gentle kiss, full of promise, but most of all one she could control, she kissed him back, she wanted to feel his lips his body against hers, his hand guiding her had strength, but at the same time had a tender feel, she felt she was completely in control.
His hand ran across the back of her bra, she had put her very best sexy underwear on for tonight, and Andy seemed to be appreciating the soft, silky lace, before he flicked his wrist and her bra was undone. His hand stroked up and down her back which was now free of obstacle. Andy moved and laid her down on her back his hand coming around to the front and being joined by the other one, he stroked her belly, and teased at the bottom of her breasts as he undid one by one the buttons on her top, each one a step closer to her breast being revealed.
She ran her hand under his t-shirt, exploring his body, it was not a slim hard boy's body, there was definitely more than a few extra pounds on it, but there was also a feel of a strong, muscly body underneath. His arms had defined muscles, as did his shoulders, it was below were the hairy skin covered softer fat that felt so inviting, but as she pushed this she felt the same hard muscles beneath the surface, her hand slipped to his belt and was undoing it as the last button of her top was released, he pushed it open and with the flick of his thumbs her bra was released too, her breasts on display.