Sarah Gets Away From It All

Saturday 2:19 pm

Sarah sat by the hotel pool on a hot day in July, waiting for her husband Carl. Her curvy body fit comfortably in the light blue one piece swimsuit. Maybe Sarah wasn't going to be on the cover of the swimsuit issue she still felt sexy in her 38-26-38 figure with shoulder length light brown hair and brown eyes. At the high school she taught at she still got looks from the male teachers and some of the senior boys.

Of course, she wouldn't know she was sexy or even attractive based on her husband. Though Sarah had only been married six years the fire had gone out. Sarah was pretty sure Carl was having an affair. All the time she had heard him on the call and his denials later.

Why hadn't she said something or just left?

Of course, why any other woman would want a guy with a pot belly and comb over, who couldn't find a clitoris or last more than five minutes, was beyond her but it still hurt.

As she looked around Sarah noticed a copy of Great Expectations on the pool chair next to her. Sarah perked up. Who was reading that, she wondered. Given her luck it was probably a high school student doing their summer reading. She couldn't resist, she had to pick up the book and see how far they were in the Dickens classic. Halfway through, not bad she thought.

"Excuse me, do you like my book?" a voice asked.

Sarah looked up and was stunned. He was gorgeous, she thought. His 6-foot 2 body was dripping wet from having just been in the pool. The water came off his firm, defined biceps and pecs. He grabbed a towel and started drying his flat stomach and defined legs. When he sat down his short, light brown hair and hazel eyes instantly captivated her.

"Ooohh, I am sorry. I was just curious. I am a high school English teacher and teach that book every year. Have never seen anyone read it but unhappy 17-year-olds," she said.

"Ha, ha. Sorry to disappoint. I am no high school kid."

"Nooo, you're not," Sarah said trying to catch herself and not sound so excited.

"I am Greg, it's nice to meet you," he took out his hand with a warm smile.

"Sarah, a pleasure," she said as she shook his firm hand. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why are you reading this? It's not exactly Harry Potter or the Hunger Games."

"No, it's much better."

Sarah laughed and shooed him away, caressing his firm arms. He looked and smiled.

"I am doing it for my nephew. He is in summer school, and I told him if he would read it so would I. I am happy I did."

"That's great."

"Thanks. So, you teach high school, and all the students are unhappy?"

"Yup."

"I have a hard time believing that. If you were in my school I would've loved your class," Greg said as he looked over and smiled. He was checking her out and appeared to like what he saw.

Sarah blushed.

"You know everyone thinks their teachers are ugly old farts."

"Well, mine were and you are none of those things Sarah. What brings you here?"

"Just getting out of town for the weekend."

"Me too. What town?"

"Pittsburgh."

"No kidding, I live in Union."

"Get out of here. Really?" she said lightly pushing him away and laughing, "That's great."

"It's Union, it's not great. But that's ok. I grew up there and my brother and I own a restaurant."

"What do you do there?"

"I am head chief and my brother handles the business side."

"What's the name of the restaurant?"

"Martel's. That's my last name. Are you from Pittsburgh?"

"A Yinzer born and raised."

"You should come by some time, love to have you."

Sarah's eyebrows perked up and she smiled.

"Look, I am going to get a drink at the bar do you want anything?" Greg asked.

At that moment Sarah saw Carl heading her way.

"No, I'm fine. Look, I didn't want to give you the wrong idea. I am married and my husband is coming."

"Oh, that's ok. I understand. I didn't see a ring. You can't blame a guy for talking to be a pretty lady. I'll be back in a bit."

Greg took off and Sarah watched as he crossed paths with her husband. Carl's fat gut hanging out was a contrast to Greg's tight little butt. She wanted him badly. She had not felt this sexy in years.

"Hey, how are you," Carl asked. "Guess who I ran into, Mike Schumacher. You believe that? We're going to join him and Mary for dinner tonight. Pretty crazy. I try to go out of town, and boom I meet somebody I always see at McCaby's for happy hour."

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"We're supposed to be having a couple's getaway," Sarah said as she motioned her finger between the two of them. "Not hang out and watch sports night."

"We're not watching sports. Jeez."

"You know what it's fine. I don't want to fight," Sarah stated and went back to her book. Then she glanced to the side and saw Greg. He had a drink in one hand a curvy, leggy blond about to crawl over him. She had long hair and was sticking her breasts out. Sarah looked her over and thought, damn that should have been me. I am at least as pretty as her. But she was flirting with Greg. She laughed and then poked him in the chest and ran her finger down to touch his tight stomach. God, she wanted him badly.

Then Greg turned and came their way.

"Hey," Greg said, and he stopped and picked up his book. "Just going to do some reading in the shade."

"No problem."

"Be great to talk about the book sometime. Don't give away what happens to Pip. Maybe I'll even get some extra credit."

With that Carl perked up.

"Maybe, if you're good," Sarah said with a smile and blush.

"That's the plan," Greg replied with a soft smile.

"Let's see if you can follow through?"

"I have never left anyone unhappy."

Carl was getting red. Sarah felt it and loved every second of it.

"Hi," Carl said sticking his hand out. "I'm Carl. How do you know my wife?"

"Nice to meet you. I'm Greg. Sarah and I were just talking about Great Expectations before you came over. She said you live in Pittsburgh. I'm in Union."

As Greg spoke, he was completely unfazed by Carl and kept his eyes on Sarah. He even quickly looked down to take in her smooth legs and smiled. Sarah blushed. She could feel Carl getting angrier and she loved it. That should serve him for all the times Carl openly flirted with his office's secretary who Sarah called silicone tits Samantha.

"Yeah. What do you do in Union? Not much happening there."

"My brother and I run Martel's restaurant. I told Sarah she, and you, are welcome to come by anytime for our best service."

"Yeah, we're fine Greg. Pittsburgh has plenty of places to eat."

"Ok. Well, I am going to go. A pleasure to meet you Sarah and Carl."

"Yes, a pleasure," Sarah said with a smile.

"Great, have a good one pal."

Greg walked away and Sarah's eyes followed his butt, toned legs, and chiseled back.

She was almost drooling.

"I hope you had fun," Carl said.

"What?"

"You and that jerk. You think I'm stupid. I know when someone is hitting on my wife. I should've decked that guy."

"Please Carl. We were just talking about a book. Get over yourself," Sarah said as her voice got louder. "You're not exactly one to talk about being modest with people."

"Whatever. Don't tell me what I saw. That guy is just lucky. I need a beer," Carl said as he got up and walked away to the bar inside the hotel.

Sarah spent the rest of the afternoon sitting by the pool and trying to read but her mind kept drifting back to Greg. The thought of her wrapping his arms around her and licking the nape of her neck as she dug her nails into his back almost made her drool.

Saturday 9:45 pm

Sarah was tired and bored. She had spent the evening at dinner with her husband, his buddy and the friend's wife. By the time she left her husband was on her way to getting drunk and had only become louder and ruder. Rather than wait to be further embarrassed she left.

Once she was in the elevator, she prayed for it to close. At the last second a hand shot out and kept the door from shutting. It was Greg. He had the blond from earlier today on his arm.

"Oh... Hey Sarah. How are you?" Greg asked. "This is Debbie."

Debbie had her arm around his tight waist. She smiled and stuck her hand out. Sarah instantly remembered that Debbie was the blond from the pool who Greg spoke to after their talk.

"I'm Sarah. Nice to meet you, Debbie."

"You hit the ninth floor. That's where we're going as well," Greg said as he looked down at Debbie and smiled. Where is your husband?"

"He's hanging out with a friend at the hotel bar."

The elevator ride seemed to take forever. Debbie and Greg were touching their foreheads together and smiling at each other. Sarah was so jealous.

When the elevator hit the ninth floor Sarah bolted out. She heard them behind her.

When Sarah took out her card to get into the room, she saw that they were in the room next to hers, room 906. As Greg took out his card Debbie squeezed his ass. She then looked at Sarah and smirked as Greg opened the door. He walked in and then turned around to pull Debbie into the room.

Sarah heard Debbie giggle and the door shut. She went into her room and sunk her head alone. After brushing her teeth, undressing down to her a bed shirt, and getting into bed, Sarah heard the sounds next door.

"Ooohh yes," Debbie moaning."Gregg!! Oohh.."

Sarah imagined what it would be like to be with Greg. She thought of how his lips would taste and how he'd move his tongue around her mouth, lips, ear lobes, and neck. Sarah was getting wet as she imagined pulling off his shirt and gripping his shoulders. How was his dick? Was it thick or narrow? How did he move his hips. Did he have the kind of rhythm that would get her wild? Could he find her g-spot with his fingertips or dick?

As these questions raced through her mind, she moved her hand down to touch herself.

Then the door opened. Sarah looked over. It was Carl. He was drunk.

"Did you have fun?" Sarah snapped at him.

"Yeah, after you left."

"You're as funny as you are sexy."

"Whatever. I'm tired," Carl said before going to the bathroom.

Sarah shut off the lights and listened as Greg continued to make Debbie squeal with delight.

Carl crawled into bed, pretending not to hear or feel embarrassed that his wife was thinking about another man. Within 10 he was asleep and snoring. Debbie's giggle, sighs, exhalation turned to moaning and a thumping noise of the headboard hitting the wall. In that moment Sarah yearned to be there and she began to caress yourself, praying the Carl wouldn't awaken.

She imagined what Greg is like. How he gave his lover everything they desired and needed. She sensed that he moved with power but also had a delicate touch. She went to the bathroom. She couldn't resist touching yourself. For a few minutes that carried her away. She imagined Greg being inside her and moving in perfect rhythm. She clinched his body and whispered, "come to momma," before biting into his earlobe.

He fucked her harder and faster. In her fantasy Carl had to sit there and watch helplessly. Sarah turned to him and said, "Yes!! You see how a real man fucks me? He's gonna go all night!!"

Then Sarah clasped her hand into Greg's back and dug her nails in. She imagined Carl sitting there. It only made her hornier. She couldn't stop now as she felt pure pleasure wash over her. Sarah grabbed a roll of toilet paper and put it up to her mouth to dull the moaning noise she made as she built up until the final release. In that moment she imagined Greg taking her from behind as his right twisted her right nipple and his left pointer finger rubbed her pussy. He sucked on her left ear lobe as they came at the same time. She imagined him holding her sweaty body for a second as she came down from the climax.

She enjoyed the afterglow for a few minutes. Then Sarah splashed some water in her face. While tip toeing back to the bed she heard Debbie's moans. Damn that bitch she thought.

Sunday 8:45 am

Sarah walked down to the hiking trails just next to the resort. In a white t-shirt and short shorts she was going to get run in to start the day. She needed to get away from Carl. She hoped this would clear her head and maybe turn her luck around. After about 30 minutes she was sweating, and her heart was pounding. She slowed down to a walk. Sarah couldn't stop thinking about Greg.

She stopped and stared at the forest around her for a few minutes. Then she heard a deep exhale and then two-three-four-five. What was it she thought. Being by herself she instantly was nervous. Sarah ducked down and made her way over to see what it was.

As she peeked through the bushes, she saw it was Greg. He was doing pushups with him shirt off and a pair of tight shorts on. She went from fearful to aroused. Watching the muscles in his back and arms move while his little butt went up and down made her drool. She backed away and made a rustling noise.

Greg snapped his head up to look. Sarah tried to duck down but it was no use.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Greg asked as he came forward,

"I, I, I was out for run and stopped. When I heard the noise, you were making I went to see what it was."

"Well, here it is," Greg said as he made a sweeping gesture over his shirtless, sweaty body. "So, you're a runner?"

"A little, just needed to get away from it all," Sarah said approaching him.

"I know the feeling."

"As you can tell I am not much of the outdoorsy tight. Probably shouldn't be wearing these booty shorts in the woods but they were all I had."

"No complains from me," Greg said.

"Really? So you like?"

"Very much so," Greg replied as he put his hands on her hip and pulled her close.

Sarah's heart was pounding. She locked eyes with Greg. He moved in and she pushed forward. She brushed her right hand across his face and Greg ran his right hand to push her hair back.

When their lips met Sarah felt a charge. Sarah hadn't felt this way in years. Soon their mouths were open, and Greg's tongue smoothly went into her. Desire filled Sarah as she dug her nails into Greg's back. His body tensed as their kissing intensified. He started to lay her down in the grass. Sarah was so wet. When she hit the ground, she wrapped her legs around Greg. He began to kiss and lick her sweaty neck. Unlike Carl, who would have insisted she get cleaned up, Greg seemed to relish how dirty they were getting. She moved her hand down and squeezed his ass. He shut in surprise.

Sarah looked at him and smiled.

"Come to momma," she said with a smile. "Now, why is my shirt still on."

Greg lifted her up, pulled off the shirt, and easily unhooked her bra strap. Sarah blushed at the ease with which he removed her bra. He was so smooth and confident as he laid her back down.

Greg started rubbing her firm, large breast. When he sucked on Sarah's right nipple, she arched her back and moaned in pure delight. She dug her fingernails into him and breathed heavily. At that moment she would have let him do anything he wanted. Her delight only increased when he moved over to her left breast.

After a few minutes Greg looked up and Sarah pushed his head down past her breast. He knew what she wanted and was enjoying every inch of her curvy, giving body. He pulled off her sweaty shorts and panties. As he moved them down her legs, he ran his tongue down her thighs and calves. Sarah was beaming down. He quickly moved back up and parted her thighs. He looked at her wet pussy and smiled. He began to kiss and lick her inner left thigh. Sarah grabbed his head and squeezed. Greg ran his tongue along her outer lips and spread them. Then he swirled his tongue around her clitoris. Sarah's eyes rolled back. She left one wave of pleasure after another. When Greg fingered her Sarah felt like she would convulse. She had not felt this way for years. Every part of her felt young and beautiful. She never wanted this to end.

"Oh God!!" Sarah moaned. "Yes!!!"

After a few minutes Sarah was almost delirious. Greg moved up and kissed her body.

Breathing heavy Sarah said, "I want you to fuck me, hard."

"I, I can't. I don't have a condom."

Sarah was so disappointed.

"What if I never see you again?"

"You live 30 minutes away. I hope this is just the start."

"I promise it is. But I want to give you something," Sarah said as she felt Greg's hard cock. "Give me a pearl necklace?"

"What?"

"You heard me. I've never had one. Take that big dick of your and fuck my tits."

Greg smiled. He was surprised but turned on. He pulled his shorts and underwear off and slid his sweaty, hard 8 inch dick between her round breasts and began to move back and forth. Sarah grabbed his ass.

"God you are so fucking hot. I wanted to you to fuck me right in that pool. Cum on face!!" Sarah barked at him. She had never been this openly sexual with a man and she loved it. She then stuck her pinky finger in his ass. The eyes in Greg's head rolled back.

Then after another few minutes he came. It shot out everywhere. Landing on her neck, chin, hair, and face. Greg almost collapsed on her. He was grinning from ear to ear. He moved up and held her for a second after Sarah wiped her face off.

"So, will you ever come to Martels?" Greg asked "I don't want this to be a one night stand."

"Yes, I need to take care of something," Sarah said.

They were silent for a few minutes. Then in the distant they heard talking. Both of them scrambled to get dressed.

"Am I ok?" Sarah asked.

"You were amazing," Greg responded.

Sarah blushed and said, "no, is the cum off my face."

"Oh yeah. Sorry. You are fine, go ahead. I don't want it to look like we were together."

Sarah nodded and then ran back towards the hotel.

About 40 minutes later she came back to her hotel room. As she approached the door, she heard Carl saying, "look you know I love you. I just got to find the right time."

Sarah opened the door and saw the embarrassed look on his face. She was finally a free woman and she soon she would be going to Union to eat at Martel's and hopefully more.