Sometimes home life gets boring, and sometimes a woman needs more. It's not that I don't love being married, my heart belongs to Chris, but I long to be filled and used hard sometimes, and that's just something Chris can't do. I'm not getting any younger, but I still look hot with my auburn hair and green eyes. After two kids my body is matronly, my hips are wide, my butt is round, my boobs are full double D's that sag a bit. But I know how to use all of it, and I know how to give it... to the right guy.
I'm no cougar, I wasn't on the prowl when I met Jordan. It just happened. I had to go into Boston to close a deal on a house when the blizzard hit. I was lucky to get a hotel room. The bar downstairs was like an oasis for the stranded. They didn't jack the prices like you would think, instead they extended happy hour, and most of us tried hard to get happy. I was on my second Tom Collins when he entered.
Jordan was tall, like six foot three, with broad shoulders that tapered down to slim hips and a muscled ass. His head was just stubble and his skin was milk chocolate brown. I tried not to stare and be discreet in my glances, but I think it just made me look coy, because he sauntered over to the bar right next to me.
"Let me get a Seven and Seven." He said to the bartender then he turned so he was leaning on the bar and looking at me. "Well hello." He said with a flash of pearly whites.
"Hi." I responded a little too shyly and downed my drink.
"You don't remember me, do ya?"
Now my brain was spinning. "I'm sorry, should I?"
"You almost sold me a house last year." He supplied, still with that disarming smile
"Oh, that makes sense. I sell houses" I said with a silly laugh and smiled back. "Out of curiosity, why didn't I sell you house?"
"Went the apartment route instead, being single and in sales." He shrugged "and prices around Boston what they are, it seemed the better fit to get just a small place out of town."
"Well, I'm sorry I didn't sell you a house, but I'm glad you found a good fit."
"Oh, it fits nice." He was constantly eyeing me up and down. "I'm sorry I didn't keep your card and invite you to my apartment warming."
He chatted me up through another drink and we watched a few people on the hotel bar's little dance floor.
"I bet you and I could do better." He jerked his head towards the dancers.
"Maybe" I was non-committal to to the idea.
Then Jordan got up, grabbed my hand, and started tugging playfully. "C'mon, dance with me. Let's show 'em what you got."
"NO!" I protested but couldn't help giggling.
Then he flashed that smile, "Then show ME what you got."
I slid off the stool and let this charmer lead me to the floor. My heels weren't too high and my business outfit was a short pinstriped blue skirt with a matching vest and a white blouse. Chris called it my secretary costume. I just thought it made me look professional while still letting me look good. The vest scooped right under my full bosom. I could dance in this... if I had to. Jordan held my hand high, till we got there, and then spun me to start it off. After three drinks it made me dizzy, but I laughed when he caught me in his arms and steadied me. Then he broke away and we were dancing to some techno song I had never heard of.
Jordan's eyes never left me. Even when he danced around me, I knew his gaze was on me and soon his hands were too. He grabbed my hips and we did a dirty rumba, with his member usually pressed to my round bottom. I would move away a little but he would follow and pull me back to his groin. I couldn't go far; it was a tiny dance floor. With my hands at my hair and my bottom shaking, then he'd pull us together and we would sway. I could feel that bulge getting bigger, and I admit I did grind against it. It felt fat against my cheeks. Jordan spun me around and his hands glided down my sides as he went down my body. I spread my legs wide and put my splayed fingers on his head. I'm sure people were looking at us. He was only down there for a second, but it looked like he was eating me from my viewpoint. I danced away from him and laughed in embarrassment. My face was all red, I'm sure, but I was aroused.
We danced with some light in between us now, but I couldn't ignore the heat between us. He gave this woman all his attention, and that can be such a turn-on. The song got slow, but we didn't leave the floor. He waited for my hand with his own palm up, and dared me stay with his eyes. Our bodies pressed tight again, but this time from the front, we talked and I caught my breath.
"You're a sexy dancer,... Heather." He finally used my name.
I smiled mischievously. "I wondered if you knew it."
"Your name, or that you can shake that ass?" Now he smiled mischievously.
He actually made me blush. Then I felt his hand slide across that ass, and give it a little pat before resting there.
"You're very bold, Mr. Jordan Davis." He had given me his name earlier.
"Yes, and you haven't removed my hand." He said with a bird eating grin.
I decided to play too. "Is that all it does is sit there?" I said saucily.
"It's been known to roam." He assured me.
With that he squeezed it and kissed me, passionately. I was stiff for a few moments. My mind raced. Pictures of Chris rushed through my head, but my heart speed so fast, and my toes curled. I finally kissed him back, our bodies pressed tight, my hard nipples pressed into his chest. His arms were so strong around me, and his pecs were like rock. Jordan's tongue danced with mine, and his big hands scooped the round flesh of my ass. I couldn't help but press my mound into his thigh. My hand held on behind his neck, and we sucked and kissed each other hungrily.
I think both of us remembered where we were at the same time and we broke the kiss, but he still held me in his powerful arms.
"We should go talk." He said softly to me.
We were looking into each others eyes. "Yeah, talk." I said breathlessly, almost hypnotized.
He lead me away by the hand through the little crowded bar and into an elevator.
"Um" I started to say, but once the door shut Jordan pressed me to a wall and kissed me hard. He reached down and lifted my leg. His hand sliding over my thigh as he pressed his leg into my pantie covered snatch. The muscled chocolate stud ground into me, and any protest or second thoughts were banished from my mind. I wanted sex, a hard fucking, I wanted him.
The doors opened, but we clung to each other. He finally got us out the door through sheer strength. Jordan lifted me in his arms, and my legs and arms wrapped around him. His big hands held me up by my butt. We still kissed as he moved us towards his room. He put me down and got out his key card. I felt so little next to him, so feminine and desired. I let him move me inside and he shut the door. It was my turn to jump on him. I wrapped myself around him in the darkness. I kissed him so soulfully and let my hands run up his chest. I began unbuttoning his well fit business shirt. It was crisp and starched. I let my fingers roam in and felt his washboard abs and then my palms ran across stiff nipples peaking stone like chest muscles.
"You must really work out, Jordan." I whispered in the darkness.
"I do push ups wherever I go." He assured me. "Lack of a gym won't stop me."
He pulled the shirt off, and then hit the light switch near the door. The entrance way lit up, but the rest of the hotel room was dim and in shadows. He took me in his arms again and laid his thick lips at my neck. I moaned softly as his right hand reached low for my butt again. He squeezed it and pulled it up, then separating the soft cheeks under my skirt. I felt him lift the material and his big hand slid into my underwear. His big fingers found my crack and he pulled my cheek away from its twin. I moaned louder for him letting him know my ass was loving the attention. Holding me to his thigh by my butt, Jordan ground my wet pussy to him. I felt his thick cock pressed at my belly as we gyrated together. I reached around to his hard muscled back and clung to him as my pussy began to drip.
I could feel that cock through his clothes and mine. I wanted to touch it, to at least feel its outline with my hand. I put my right hand between us. It was difficult to turn my palm away from me, but my fingers went down his trouser front and ran along the long bulge there. It was like those Indian serpent mounds we took field trips to as a kid. It definitely twitched beneath my caress. I kept rubbing the length of it as Jordan continued to bump and grind his thigh into my mound. Now Jordan's own hands got busy. I felt both hands yank on my panties. He had them past my rump already and just had to bring down the fronts. I narrowed my stance for him, and smiled as I helped to wiggle out of them, until they hit my ankles.
Jordan moved us to the king sized bed; he had gotten an executive room, with one bed and a lazy boy, instead of the normal two doubles. I sat on the edge and his tented pants were before me. I didn't know what he planned, but looking up with a grin, I knew what my plans were. My palms smoothed across the front, his fat cock going down one pant leg. He smiled back at me as my fingers undid his belt, then slowly opened the button of his gray trousers. I gently pushed them down, prolonging the tease. Now that cock pressed hard at the cotton fabric of his boxers.
"He wants to come out and play." I said cutely, my lips pouting up at him..
"Pull him out. He's a good dog." Jordan played back. "just wants some lovin'."
