Passion In James County IX: Indiscretions
Chapter one
Tom Singleton abandoned himself to the kiss and wrapped his arms around the woman named Alison. Their mouths opened and their tongues lashed while their aroused bodies strained against each other. Tom's cock felt so hard he was afraid it would tear a hole in his jeans.
At last the kiss ended. Tom and Alison, who had met just a short time before, stood in front of the door to a motel room, flushed and breathing hard, staring into each other's eyes. Tom couldn't believe this was really happening. Nothing like it had ever happened to him before! He was happily married, but here he was, about to go to bed with a woman he barely knew!
"Would...would you like to come in?" Alison asked, her voice so soft Tom barely heard her. She seemed as anguished about what their situation as he was.
Tom, unable to talk, nodded. He stood there, his emotions a complete jumble, while Alison fished her key out of her purse and unlocked the door. She got the door open, glanced at him again, then walked into the room.
Tom followed the woman into her room. He pushed the door closed behind him and locked it. Before he could move, the slim woman was in his arms again. Once more her lips pressed against his and her tongue lashed into his mouth, fanning his smoldering passion into a wildfires of need.
Tom cupped Alison's firm buttocks in his hands and pulled her against him. She moaned into his mouth softly as the kiss continued.
Clumsily, Tom shuffled toward the big bed in the center of the room, carrying the woman with him. When he reached the bed, he set her down. She began opening the buttons of his shirt while he, with trembling fingers, attempted to undo the buttons down the front of her dress.
The lights weren't on, so Tom couldn't see much, but what he felt when his companion's clothes came off was soft, warm flesh. It felt wonderful! She was the first woman - other than his wife - Tom had undressed in many years and the sensations he experienced as he touched her bare skin were unbearably arousing.
Alison caressed Tom lightly as she stripped his clothes off, arousing him more and more. His cock felt as if it was hard enough to drill cement.
They fell onto the bed. Tom landed on top of the woman and felt her hand searching between them. Then she grasped his cock and positioned the tip at her opening.
Tom lowered his hips, sinking his cock into her. As he did, exquisite sensations washed over him. Alison's slim legs locked behind his and she strained off the bed, clearly demonstrating her urgency and excitement. Tom was experiencing a level of passion he hadn't felt in years as, her vagina, cauldron-hot and rippling, gripped his cock.
Neither of them had spoken a word since they entered the motel room, and they remained silent, save for passionate gasps and grunts, as their bodies struggled, seeking release.
"Now!!! Oh, God!!! Nowwwwww!!! Nowwwww!!! Nowwwwwwwwww!!! I can't wait!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Alison moaned, shattering the silence. Her body stiffened and began to jerk. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her fingers dug into Tom's bottom as he drove into her with powerful movements of his hips.
The contractions of the woman's vagina around Tom's throbbing cock invoked an answering reaction from him. "Yeahhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" he groaned, pumping gobs and gobs of hot cream into her welcoming nook, convulsing with delight.
His passion spent, Tom rolled off Alison and lay next to her, not sure what to do or say now that they had done what they came to do. Guilt at having cheated on his wife filled his mind, but the guilt paled compared to the wonders of the experience he just had.
Alison got up, picked Tom's shirt from the floor, slipped into it, then she walked to the bathroom.
Tom didn't know what to do. Was she having the same feelings of guilt he was? Should he leave? How was he going to face her? How was he going to face his wife? How had he gotten himself in this situation in the first place?
Tom worked as manager on a large farm outside Jamestown. In addition to his work on the farm, he had a horse transportation business. A delivery to a distant state required that he be away from home overnight. And he made the trip alone, something he rarely did.
Usually either his son or wife accompanied him. His son, Tom, Jr. had just started college and someone had to make sure things got done around the farm he managed, so his wife, Melissa had to stay home, too.
After delivering the horse, Tom checked into a small motel. After he ate dinner in the motel's restaurant, he was bored, so he decided to have a beer at a small roadhouse next to the motel. He walked into the smoky, noisy establishment, sat down at the bar, and ordered a beer. He turned around and leaned against the bar, sipping his beer, listening to the music played by the small country band the bar had playing of country, and watching people dance.
Tom was uncomfortable. He'd never been much for going to bars, and was beginning to wonder why he'd come to this one. Then she walked up and sat on the bar stool next to him. He looked at the woman and, suddenly, he felt tense, very tense. He had no idea why.
The woman sitting next to him wore a pale green shirtwaist dress that buttoned down the front. A belt made of the same material as the dress encircled her trim waist. Tom thought it was one of the prettiest dresses he'd ever seen.
The woman sipped her drink, then picked up her cigarette. She inhaled, then let smoke trail out of her mouth. She looked over at Tom and smiled. An avid non-smoker, he startled that he found the woman's movements very sexy.
"Hi," the woman said. Her voice was soft and smooth.
"Ah...hi," Tom replied. "Do...do you come here often?"
The woman shook her head and her hair danced. "It's my first time," she replied. Another puff, another cloud of smoke. She smiled at him. "My name is Alison Doubleday."
"Tom Singleton," he replied. "Nice to meet you. Country music...it's...it's really getting popular, isn't it?" Tom realized their conversation was a bit stilted and wondered if she was as nervous as he was.
"Yeah," she agreed. "I like country, but I hate rock and roll, especially the stuff that passes for music these days."
"I've always liked country," Tom said, "I guess you could say it's my kind of music."
