Divorced The First Of My Adventures

Continuing the journey as a divorced woman who has found a new confidence. It's a second attempt at writing down part of my life.

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Wandering into the bar I took a quick glance around before ordering a glass of Sauvignon. I could see most of the room in the mirror as the barman poured from the measure, into one of the glasses he'd taken from the rack above my head.

"Put it on 301 will you please," I said as I turned to go to one of the tables by the window.

"I'm in 302."

It was the deep voice of the guy sitting on a stool a little further along the bar, producing a broad smile, and from the glint in his eye he thought his remark would leave me falling at his feet.

"Good for you," I said dismissively, "I hope you don't snore," and I walked purposefully over to one of the tables.

Then began the usual constant 'looking over' towards me hoping to catch my eye and continue the flirting.

I just looked at my phone, sipped my wine, or watched the people outside going about their business, ignoring everything else around me.

"Hello Louise, fancy bumping into you, what brings you here?"

I looked up, and for a split second I thought it was the guy at the bar chancing his luck again.

"Hi... oh my god... George!.. I might ask you the same question."

I half reached up as he bent forward to kiss my cheek and squeeze my shoulder.

"Can I get you a drink, although I see you've got one, what are you drinking, do you mind if I join you?"

I chuckled, "Okay go on, yes please, it's a Sauvignon."

I watched George go to the bar and reflected on the last time we'd met.

George was an old friend of David's, my ex husband. I'd known him for years and knew his bitch of a wife who constantly cheated on him whenever she could. I was certain that she'd fucked David while we were still married.

The flirty guy at the bar saw all of this and must have realised his chance of picking me up had dissolved into thin air.

"So you tell me why you're here and I'll tell you my excuse." I laughed as George brought two glasses of wine back to the table.

Strangely George went bright red and got slightly flustered. He stuttered over his reply and his jovial face began to disappear.

"George! You're not supposed to be here are you?"

I must have smiled triumphantly and he saw it. He replied almost in a whisper.

Leaning forward he said, "Actually I'm not, you won't tell Alice, will you... if you see her?"

We both knew I wouldn't for obvious reasons, but I was inquisitive to know the details.

"Of course not, she's not my best friend by any means!"

Our eyes met and he relaxed.

"I don't want to give you the old sob story... the 'my wife doesn't understand me' line."

He could see I didn't mind and continued.

"Well I've been talking to this woman online, she's called Fiona," he hesitated, "anyway we've arranged to meet and I've booked a room here." He halted again, "Oh god, you must think I'm such a bastard."

I pretended to look indignant and then I couldn't help laughing.

"Is this on one of those dating apps?" I asked.

"No it was in a chat room, on a website I found."

"And she's local? That's a chance in a million online!"

" I guess so..." his face looked questioning, "why have you been in those chat rooms?"

It was my turn to blush and George saw it immediately and chuckled.

"You're just as naughty as me Louise!"

"Yes, but I'm single so I'm entitled to chat to anyone," was my smart ass response.

Looking across at the bar where my flirty guy was sitting I nodded in his direction.

"That guy over at the bar tried to pick me up, I'm used to it by now."

George turned and glanced at him and joked, "He looks okay, you could do worse!"

I playfully punched him on the arm saying, "Stop it!" and then continued, "so are you meeting here? What time, what does she look like?"

"Hang on, hang on, questions, questions! And you haven't told me why you're here yet?" he replied.

"Oh I've treated myself to a show, West Side Story, the new production that's touring from London."

"On your own? That's a shame, couldn't you have got a friend to come?"

"I did but she had a family emergency and sold her ticket online, so here I am. If I'd got that spare ticket I could have taken you if your date doesn't show up."

I realised how cruel that must have sounded before I'd even finished speaking.

"Oh god I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have jinxed it by saying that."

George smiled ironically, "I'm prepared for that, but some of the stuff we've been saying online I can't believe she won't come."

I looked at my phone and swiftly swallowed the last half glass of wine.

"I must go up to my room and get changed, it's only a short walk to the theatre." I paused, "I hope she does come, if she doesn't I'll see you here when the show ends and we can drown your sorrows."

We both stood up. The wine had gone to my head a bit and I wobbled, George catching both my arms saying, "Steady, yes of course we can both get thoroughly drunk... now you go and enjoy your show."

Casually he kissed me on the cheek and I made my way to the lift.

The show was brilliant. After four encores and massive applause it was around ten thirty and by then I was tip tapping in my heels the hundred and fifty metres back to the hotel.

The hotel bar was busy, George wasn't to be seen so I was hoping all had gone well with his assignation. I decided to have a nightcap and went to order a cognac before I went to my room. However my lurking flirter was waiting for me.

"Hi gorgeous, had a good night out? Can I buy you a drink?"

The use of the word 'gorgeous' grated and made my hackles rise immediately.

"It's okay," I replied, "I'm not stopping long."

He didn't take the hint and took my arm trying to guide me towards the bar.

"And I'm not taking no for an answer, I've been keeping an eye on you and it won't hurt you to share a drink before bedtime."

His emphasis on the word bedtime sent a shiver down my spine, but I didn't want to cause a fuss by telling him to 'fuck off.'

Then another voice interrupted, "Hiya darling, did you enjoy the show?"

I hadn't seen George enter the bar and he'd summed up the situation pretty swiftly. As I turned towards him he cupped my chin in one hand and kissed me full on the lips for several seconds.

It killed the stranger's behaviour in a flash. He took a step backwards and was obviously quite shocked.

"Sorry," he blustered... he clearly didn't know whether to address me or George, "I didn't realise you two...."

The sentence drifted away and so did he, with George still clutching my arm and my lipstick on his top lip.

In a moment we were both in fits of giggles and eventually George was buying us both large cognacs. We found a booth at the other end of the bar and sat side by side looking out across the room.

"I take it she didn't turn up?" It was a rhetorical question.

George looked down into his bowl shaped glass and swirled the spirit around.

"No, and she's deleted her account and profile. I've probably been an idiot."

He took a gulp and looked at me and asked if I'd enjoyed the show.

I didn't exude the excitement it deserved, I simply said in a quiet voice that it was excellent and I was glad that I'd made the effort to go, and again I reassured him.

"And you're not an idiot, you did it because... well because something's missing in your life."

The alcohol had given me the courage to call his wife Alice out, but not in so many words. Without thinking I'd half turned and was saying what I thought, but with my hand briefly squeezing his thigh not thinking it other than a friendly gesture.

I snatched it away and he smiled.

"I was enjoying that," he chuckled, and took the hand I'd used, placing it back there. He waited for a reaction, pausing a second before leaning forwards to kiss me again... on the lips.

This time it didn't last just a few seconds, it went on much longer until we separated with both of us slightly out of breath.

"Jesus, where did that come from?" George muttered, both of us observing others in the bar looking our way and smirking.

"I'm not sure George, but you've got more lipstick on than me!"

If I was unsure of any situation I always used humour to mask it, sometimes with the wrong result.

"I'd better not wipe it off on my handkerchief then, have you got a tissue Louise?"

I was looking closely at him, one hand on his thigh, the other resting on the table top in front of us. I raised my spare hand and pulled his head forwards to kiss him again. I didn't care who was watching and they didn't see my other hand slide upwards the whole way to his crotch.

"Bloody hell Louise... your room or mine?" he whispered it carefully, and it wasn't a joke, it was what I wanted to hear.

"Mine," I replied, "301, you lead the way please."

The alcohol made it all so easy. George showed no sign of doubt, in fact in the few seconds it took the lift to go up three floors he'd taken me in his arms and was kissing me with a hunger that I'd not felt for a long time. As our tongues explored each other I couldn't help thinking about the irony of giving myself to the husband of someone who'd probably seduced my husband.

Even before our kissing in the lift had come to an end I'd felt his desire pressing against me. By the time we walked arm in arm the few metres from the lift to my room we were definitely in a hurry.

With the shutting of the door behind us and my jacket thrown on the floor, we were kissing and George's fingers were under my top and unclasping my bra. I wasn't going to stop him doing anything and when he cupped my breast and stroked a finger tip over my nipple I was gone.

My hand went straight to his crotch, feeling the shape of his stiffening cock beneath the fabric of his trousers. I squeezed it and felt it grow harder while our breathless kisses into each others necks became a desperate rush to be naked.

"Wait... let me," I muttered and stepped back from him. He stood there, slightly confused while he watched me strip off my top, letting my undone bra slip from my shoulders onto the floor. I reached down and unzipped the side of my skirt and that fell around my ankles. I stood there in my heels, my hold up stockings and the smallest pair of panties.

I think his jaw dropped open and it made me smile in the half light, the room illuminated from just the wall lamps beside the bed,

" Now your turn," I whispered as I shuffled towards the bed and laid myself backwards against the pillows.

George couldn't take his eyes off me and fumbled to undo his shirt buttons. Eventually he ripped it off and threw it down before trying to balance and take off his shoes and socks.

It was every man's nightmare, but he managed it by holding the edge of the wardrobe before he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers and tugged them down.

His erection was plain to see beneath his boxers.

"I'll take these off if you take yours off!"

He was grinning from ear to ear.

It took me precisely three seconds to wriggle my panties down my thighs and off, I was left in just my hold ups. It took George the same time to be standing in the centre of the room with his erect cock pointing in my direction.

"I think we'd better take care of that," I muttered.

In two steps he was lying beside me, and we were both embracing. My arms around his neck, our bodies pressed up against one another with him on one elbow while his other hand explored my breasts and nipples.

"Oh Louise." It was a gasp.

"Don't speak," I replied, " just make love to me.

There wasn't any great finesse that first time, we'd both been without intimacy for a while. He was as stiff as anything and my pussy was seeping with a renewed hunger.

The kissing began again, both our tongues wrestling with each other, breathless, lips first together and then almost sucking at each others necks.

It all happened so fast. He rolled on top of me, I parted my thighs and I hooked my legs behind him, feeling him enter me. I heard myself groan with pleasure and he seemed to silently grunt. We stopped all movement for a few seconds and then we began to fuck.

His hips thrust and in rhythm my body rose up to meet him. We were perfect together, the soft sigh of the mattress matched the quiet gasps of pleasure.

I wasn't going to take long to cum and from George's state of excitement he wasn't going to last either. It didn't seem to matter because I managed to tell him it was gonna happen just as he ejaculated inside me. My pussy convulsed, my hips bucked up and down and I felt him jerking deep into me.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned as I took all of his weight on top of me. "Don't move, just stay there... god, that was so good."

I heard him sigh into my neck as the feeling of him emptying himself became less and less.

He was heavy and so I let him roll over beside me, both of us with heat exuding from every pore, and then the feeling of his spunk oozing from my pussy.

"This wasn't the way my evening was planned, and I'm guessing yours hasn't worked out that way either!" I muttered.

I giggled a little and turned towards him to kiss him. We both cuddled, and listened to the traffic passing outside.

"Where are you meant to be tonight?" I wondered what excuse he was using.

"I've told Alice I'm in London, staying in a hotel yes, but it's not totally unusual, I do that with my position in the company."

He could tell I was conflicted about his cheating and I tried to put his mind at rest.

"Well I've not been totally honest in the past, it only goes horribly wrong if you get found out."

I was cooling off and I hoisted myself up to sit on the side of the bed, catching sight of our discarded clothes scattered on the floor. I stood up and gathered them one by one with George studying me and saying nothing. After folding them and placing them on the chair and dressing table I told him I was going to take a shower.

The water was re-invigorating and I didn't care that my long hair was soaked and straggly. Soaping my breasts I felt every part of me glowing. I inhaled the steam and my fingers found my pussy with me also washing away the dried semen from my inner thighs. It made me jump when George's hand ran its way down between my shoulder blades.

"Room for two?" he said it quietly.

I giggled with surprise and replied, "I'm not sure, only if we squeeze in."

"I've already squeezed in once tonight," he remarked cheekily.

I grunted in mock disgust and grabbed his limp cock behind me. Turning I squirted some shower gel on my palm and began to massage it, watching him through the steam, I saw him briefly close his eyes.

"God Louise, you're a devil."

"That's why you came in here isn't it?" My voice was sarcastic, although my gentle massaging of his cock began to take effect.

He said nothing, just sliding his fingers over my nipples and that having just as a dramatic effect on me.

I'd not had this level of recurring desire so soon after our last sex since my early days of meeting David my ex. I was amazed at George's recovery too.

"Jesus George, this is crazy," I muttered as I brought his cock to almost full erection, then seeing his intent added, "go on, just don't slip over or we'll have some explaining to do!"

I let his cock go, turned around and held onto the shower controls while spreading my feet apart and bending forwards. He needed no further invitation.

With one hand on the shower head bracket he used the other to direct his cock. I felt him bend at the knee and the tip of his cock was between my ass cheeks. In one movement he slid inside me all the way.

It was totally awkward and not the greatest sex position I'd ever found myself in, but it was hugely erotic and felt incredibly naughty. I'm not sure how long it went on, I didn't cum, but George eventually did. He grunted, his feet slipped a bit and his cock slipped from me. He swore, and ejaculated partly over me but mostly on the floor of the shower.

I was losing my hold and accidentally turned the temperature tap to cold.

"FUCK!" we both screamed together, and I hurriedly stood up to turn the water off.

It was both of us laughing and clinging onto each other that brought us to our senses. I looked a sight with my hair wrapped over my breasts and around my shoulders and George standing there with the final drips of spunk dripping down off the end of his cock.

We struggled out of the bathroom with towels around us and after initially drying ourselves I got George to set about my hair as best we could. It was way beyond midnight and with some use of a hair dryer we finally fell into bed.

It was like we were a proper couple settling down side by side and chatting quietly as we got sleepier. George fell asleep first and immediately started snoring. I chuckled to myself thinking how single life now precluded anything like that.

It was about five thirty when I awoke, my hair roughly tied in a ponytail and still very damp. George was lying on his back, mouth half open and his cock limp and to one side. Mens' cocks always fascinated me and I sort of studied it closely. He was circumcised and was a little bigger than David my ex. I was lying on my side when I dared to touch it.

George didn't move as I gently wrapped several fingers around it and lifted it away from his body. It felt soft and warm and squidgy. I stayed absolutely still and was holding my breath when he shifted slightly. He didn't wake up so I slid a bit further down the bed until my head was level with his hips. By now I was in daredevil mode.

I held it up and blew on it to see any reaction. There was none so I gently took the head in my mouth and closed my lips around it. Holding my head still when George shifted slightly was difficult as I took more of him in my mouth. He stirred and must have wondered about the strange sensation.

All at once he put his hand down on the back of my head, he groaned and I felt the blood rushing into his cock.

"Oh fuck, you bloody devil," he muttered and got hold of the base of my ponytail.

He had no answer but to enjoy it. He became stiffer and stiffer while I gently gripped his balls and sucked on his erection.

"Ohhhh god!" he whispered over and over again.

"Stay still and don't move," I ordered as I lifted my head up leaving his cock glistening with my saliva in the dawn light.

He did as he was told and must have delighted in the sight of my naked body kneeling up and straddling his thighs. He did reach for my breasts as I hitched myself slightly forwards and reached for his cock between my legs, directing it into my pussy. I was wet by this time and became even more moist when he pinched my nipples.

We both groaned loudly with me sinking downwards until he was completely inside me and my whole weight was resting on him.

"Feels nice doesn't it," I said in my most mischievous voice.

He managed a croaky, "Yes!" as I lifted up and then pushed down again. I pushed my head forwards until I could dangle my breasts above his face. He lifted his head to suck first one, then the other nipple in turn, before I pulled back and began to twerk my hips.

We then seemed to fall into a rhythm of moving against each other with our breathing synchronised and the quiet little murmurs of pleasure becoming more regular. I found myself looking at the seascape picture hanging above the bedhead. It complimented the gradual sensation deep inside me that was building towards an early morning orgasm.

I could hear myself panting and an intermittent stifled cry from the back of my throat every few seconds.

"Oh god George, you're too fucking good at this, I'll regret it I'm sure."

What I subconsciously meant was that that night was not going to be a 'one off.'