The rain had stopped shortly before five o'clock and the sidewalks were still wet. Rays of sunlight slanted down through the broken cloud cover, illuminating the gold, red and yellow leaves of the senescing trees. I had just left the client's office, politely refusing their suggestions to go for beer. On any other given visit I would have gladly taken them up on the offer. But this time... this time I was meeting a friend.
I barely knew her. We met online, talked via instant messenger and email for over a month. Like me she was married, bored, looking for a little spark. I had only seen one picture of her, hastily taken with her mobile phone, laying back on a bed with long dark hair cascading around her face. Something about her look made me crave meeting her in reality. Our conversations had ventured from the mundane to the erotic, teasing and taunting each other with hints of salacious encounters.
I sat at the bar, slowly sipping my martini while waiting for the message to come through, my blackberry laying on the smooth black counter. Any moment now the red light would start blinking, indicating a new message. Modern life – we sit and drink and wait for red lights to blink. Another sip. A moment hung in suspension. Then a red flash caught my eye. My stomach jumped as I picked up the unit and pressed the button. "I'm here" is all the message said. I turned around on the bar stool and there she was, long brown hair like in the picture, a short red dress and black pumps. "Sexy as hell," I thought to myself.
She smiled apprehensively as she walked over. "Are you Ian?" she asked.
"Yeah, hey, hi Marylin," I awkwardly replied. All our online dialogs could not have prepared me for this moment, finally meeting her in the flesh. We were to meet for dinner and see if the chemistry was there for more than just food. She wouldn't have long, having driven an hour to be here and needing to get back before suspicions could set in. "Are you hungry?" I queried.
"Uh, yeah."
"Excellent, let's go eat," I said, still willing my nerves to calm down. I could feel my cock swelling, wanting to skip dinner and explore the flavors of her body. I picked up my cocktail and we headed to the restaurant.
Suddenly she stopped and looked at me. "I don't have much time," she said.
"I know. You still want to eat?"
"Something quick sounds good," she replied.
"Tell you what, let's get drinks and an appetizer back at the bar."
We went back and sat at a small table toward the back of the room, ordered some wine, cheese, a hummus and pita plate and started talking. "I like your dress," I said, "my favorite color. I thought you didn't wear red."
"I changed my mind," she grinned. "You convinced me to try it."
"Hmmm, it's sexy as hell, you know."
"Thank you."
There was an awkward silence as we sat eating. Then I felt her shoeless foot touch my leg and my mind exploded. She ran it slowly up my calf and grinned devilishly at me as she licked some hummus off her finger. My cock instantly hardened. I wanted to get her out of that hot red dress so badly. My whole being was intent upon getting this incredibly sexy woman up to my room.
"I seem to recall we don't have much time," I said. "Should we head upstairs?"
"I would like that," she said in a sultry tone.
I signed the check and we quickly marched down the hall to the elevators. As the doors slid open we rushed in, almost knocking over an older couple who were exiting the lift. The doors were not even fully closed and we were in each other's arms, hands groping, lips locked and tongues swirling. I slid my hand up her dress and found her naked pussy, soaking wet and hot to my touch. She responded to my probing by grinding her hips against my hand.
"Yes, oh, fuck yes. I haven't been touched there in too long," she moaned as I slipped a finger into her hole. She had undone the front of my pants and was stroking my hard cock by the time we reached our destination and the doors slid open. Together we ran out and down the hall, me fumbling for the key card. When we reached the room I was about to slip the card into the lock and she stopped me, holding my hand as she pulled my cock out of my pants and began lowering herself down to her knees.
"Remember my hypothetical question?" she purred.
"Mmmm, yeah," I replied and pulled her back up, turning her around and guiding my hard cock into her wet pussy from behind. She bent all the way over and wrapped her fingers around her ankles as I pounded my hard-on into her dripping wet snatch. She started moaning and coaxing me to fuck her harder. My balls were ready to explode but I didn't want to come, not yet. I pulled out and she spun around, grabbed my manhood and started licking off her pussy juice, bobbing the head into her mouth and stroking the glistening shaft with her hands. I looked nervously down the hall, half expecting a door to open any moment.
