My affair with Rachel intensified to a fever pitch. After meeting up with her and making passionate love to her in her own house, we agreed to meet up the same weekend when her husband went on his business trip with his own lover. She booked a hotel room down by the beach and told me to come see her the very next day, so we could have the entire weekend together.
Naturally, I didn't object. I would never have imagined that this blonde, who was initially reluctant about starting an extramarital relationship would be so gung-ho about it now. Of course, I wasn't one to object; she had given me some of the best sex I'd ever had. Just thinking about her caused my heart to race and wild fantasies to run through my mind. Women as gorgeous as her come along very rarely, and once I end up with one, I do develop an attachment towards them.
Around six, I got a text message from Rachel stating that she checked in and that I could make my way over to her. I responded that I would soon, then showered and put on a dress shirt, slacks, and dress shoes. Once I had everything I needed, I exited my apartment and began heading to Rachel's hotel.
Fortunately for me, Rachel checked into a place which was a short drive from where I stayed. Once I reached the building, I parked and entered the building, then sent her a text message letting her know that I arrived. She replied quickly, letting me know that she'd come down to the lobby soon.
I took a seat on one of the low leather seats in the room, looking around, checking the elevators each time I heard one open to see if Rachel's tall, hourglass shape would emerge from it. Just knowing I was minutes away from being with her for yet another explosive liaison caused my pulse to quicken. I heard my phone buzz and Rachel sent another message apologizing and that she was getting on the elevator now. Once I read that, I stood up and glanced in that direction.
If I wasn't already standing, I would have been once the elevator door opened and I saw her come out it. Seeing Rachel inside of those tight dresses never failed to excite me, but this dress was by far the best one.
The dress Rachel wore was metallic silver and sequined, the shining caught my eye almost immediately. It stopped well above her knees, giving a great view of her tanned legs, which were further accentuated by silver high heels. What's more, the dress's neckline was low enough to give me a good view of her cleavage. When she walked over to me, her strides the most graceful I'd seen up to that point, my heart immediately pounded.
"Hey, Martin," she said, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a passionate, yet quick kiss. "Sorry I took so long; this dress was a little tighter than I thought, so getting into it was a bit tough."
"It's no problem," I said. "Plus, the finished product looks amazing."
We both laughed. Rachel thanked me for the compliment.
"How would you like to go to dinner?" Rachel asked. "The hotel's restaurant has some really good food."
"How about we order room service instead?"
"Someone's eager," she responded with a smile. "But no, let's eat first, then we can go upstairs."
I sighed, then agreed to follow her to the hotel's restaurant. I would have much rather went "right for dessert," but waiting wasn't a big deal. Besides, getting a rear view of Rachel on the way there certainly wasn't a bad thing.
Once we reached the hotel restaurant, the waiter seated us next to each other and asked if we wanted anything to drink. My date asked for red wine, but I was fine with water. He excused himself for a moment, then brought us our drinks and took our orders, both of us choosing grilled salmon with salads on the side.
"I'm really glad you could make it," Rachel said once our waiter excused himself.
"I'm glad I could be here also." I looked around. "This is a really nice hotel, by the way. Do you want to me to reimburse you for some of it? I can if you want."
Rachel laughed. "Oh, no. Don't worry about it. Money's no issue for me. But I'm flattered that you offered."
I told her letting a woman pay for everything felt odd, but she assured me that she didn't mind. Since I treated her so well over the time we had been together, it was the very least she could do.
The waiter returned with our food moments later. We made light conversation over dinner, though we really didn't have to say much. I was perfectly content with basking in her aura, and she mine. Spending moments with her had never been so much more enjoyable than now; while Rachel's skin seemed to glow before, today, she was even more radiant than she had been before. Also, I didn't detect even the slightest bit of doubt in her blue eyes; they shined with confidence.
We finished eating, then sat for a while and talked. While I preferred to head to the room, I still didn't mind conversing with Rachel, though rather than talk about her marriage or family, she talked about herself. She ran track and swam in high school and college and maintained a grade point average of over 3.0 for all those years. Still, settling down and having a family was the best thing for her.
"Do you ever want to have a family, Martin?"
"Maybe someday," I said. "I might want to get married and have children in the future, but I don't know now."
"That's fine. You're still young. You have time to think about it. But I think you really should consider it. If you ask me, you'd be a good husband."
That caught me off guard. "What makes you say that?"
"You're very in tune with a woman's needs, and you're very comfortable with yourself," Rachel said. "Being with you made me much more comfortable with myself ... especially with my sexuality. A lot of women aren't happy with their bodies or even being sexual, but I think the right man can make a woman feel good. So, thank you."
Rachel leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"Ready to go upstairs?" she whispered.
"I sure am."
We stood up, pushed in the chairs, and headed towards the elevators. Rachel activated the cars with her room key, then we rode to the fourth floor and walked to her room.
"This is a really nice room," I said while taking my shoes off and looking around. Her suite came complete with a kitchenette, love seat, and hardwood floors. The windows provided a breathtaking view of the city, a view I didn't see often. Not only that, the room came equipped with a king bed with several pillows and thick cotton sheets.
"It is, isn't it?" Rachel said. She sat on the bed cross-legged and patted her left hand on the mattress. I sat next to her and almost immediately, met her lips with mine. We kissed slowly, savoring our time together, yet still passionately. Without separating the two of us, I lied back onto the mattress and lowered Rachel with me and shifted her body so she rested on top of me. I stroked her hair with one hand and used the other to grip her ass lightly, which made a soft moan escape her lips.
I slid Rachel's dress off her body, and to my surprise, she wore nothing underneath it. Seeing her tanned body rested against mine, causing my pants to tighten. Fortunately, Rachel undid my pants and slid off my boxers, biting her lips as she did so. Soon followed my shirt, and now, both of us rested on the king bed without clothes.
