I sat at the hotel bar waiting. Nervous. I slammed down the shot hoping for liquid courage as I tried to talk myself out of what I had come for. I felt a hand on the back of my neck and a finger slid across my jaw. I looked up in the bar mirror and my stomach tightened as my nipples grew so hard they hurt. Lust slammed me.
He wasn't the same boy I had been with all those years ago. He was older now and filled out. He took up space like he owned it, he breathed confidence. He had no anxiety about what we were here for, as he had put it, "we had unfinished business." God did we ever.
I felt my panties drench in the same lust I had felt for this man for over twenty years. There was no talking myself out of anything now, I wanted him buried inside of me.
He whispered, "Let's go." his voice deeper then I remembered.
I slid off the bar stool and followed him to the elevator. We didn't speak, there were no words necessary. I had loved this man and yearned for him my whole life. Since laying eyes on him as a kid, it had been a game of cat and mouse. Back and forth through our teenage years. Even as married adults we would make contact and always the sexual tension was so thick between us you could taste it.
He wasn't the type of man any one woman would ever be able to keep on a leash. Even as a young girl, I knew no single woman would ever be able to please this man. I had told myself that moving on was for the best. I knew my heart couldn't take wondering what he was out doing. Yet, like a hypocrite I stood here about to betray my husband.
I had never been faithful though, because the man who stood before me had always been there. He had occupied my thoughts almost every day. No matter what lover I took and later, my husband, he was always there. Now here he was and my plan was simple, fuck this man out of my system. Get the lust, the want, the need that I had carried for him out.
I put the key card in the door and in the back of my head a million thoughts crossed my mind. But none of them mattered, I wanted him. I dropped my purse on the desk in the room and suddenly felt him on me. In a matter of seconds he had me face first on the desk, I felt the weight of his body on me. He was strong. With one hand firmly around my back he pinned me down, my short dress was up and my panties around my ankles.
I heard his zipper as his pants dropped. I squirmed, trying to get a view of him, but he held me firmly in place. I felt his other hand rub up my thigh and over my ass. I was a strong woman, I always took charge. I knew this should piss me off, but with him, every rule could be broken. I had never wanted a cock inside me more than I did now.
Then he was in me, hard, thick, deep. I whimpered from the sheer pain and pleasure that I was lost in. He pounded me over and over while keeping me pinned down to that desk. He was firm and forceful, in and out; over and over his cock filled me. As he finally came, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up to him. His face was in my hair and I could hear him panting. His arm was firmly around my chest and the other hand was unzipping the back of my sundress. He let go of me and my dress hit the floor.
I had always been shy. Although I had a million fantasies about him, those teenage insecurities bled from me. It shouldn't matter. This was a mission to burn him out of my system, yet pleasing this man on every level was all that mattered. I realized, I needed him to think about me, with every cell in his body, with any woman he would ever be with. I sure as hell wasn't going to be a memory on a desk. I wanted nothing more than to rock his fucking world.
