He fell in love with me the moment he saw my picture. I hadn't joined the chatroom for any specific reason other than I was bored, but my screenname caught his attention. Within five minutes of our conversation, I had sent him a picture of myself and he was head over heels. However, he has been married happily for the past fifteen years and is content with his life. Perhaps it was an ego rush for me, but I wanted to know just how good I was - could I be beautiful and sexy enough to convince a happily married man to be unfaithful? With a click of a button, I turned on my webcam and flashed him my pearly white smile. He asked for my phone number and I gave it.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hi, sweetheart." He responded breathlessly.
"Hey there." I giggled. "Do I sound as sweet as I look?"
"Definitely."
"Did you know I look better in person as well?"
He took a deep breath, but we both knew he wanted to meet me. His voice was husky and revealed his desire. I tossed my hair to show the long graceful and pale line of my neck then ran a hand through the top of my hair so that I could look up into the camera with my sparkling blue eyes. I smiled with satisfaction when I heard his breath catch in his throat. He had an active imagination.
"Have you ever cheated on your wife?" I probed.
"Never." He confessed. "I never even wanted to be with anyone other than my wife."
"Until me?"
"Yes."
"What's so special about me?"
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Something in your eyes; its like I am staring into your soul. Like I can see inside of you."
The corner of my lip creeped upwards subconsciously into a smirk. His breath caught again and I glanced at my image on the screen. I looked down right devious. We both knew right then we'd meet.
A week later, I stood behind the high school across the street from my house, hidden by the brick structure that held the backup generator to the main building. The plan was that he would drive behind the building as if he were just turning around instead of a U-turn and while behind the building, give me the money needed to pay cash for the hotel room. After waiting ten minutes, I was about to give up. My heels kept sinking into the grass and I was getting nervous that the leather would get worn on them. Just as I was about to leave the confines of my shelter, a dark green sedan pulled up. I'd never seen him before and now, in the face of this stranger, I couldn't bring myself to look at him. He held the money out in his hand and I quickly grabbed it then took off in the opposite direction towards the soccer field behind the school. I heard the car accelerate and disappear while I walked, but my head was swimming in a fog while my heart pounded in my ears. Was I ready to do this with a married man?
My divorce had been final for a week and the whole process had taken four months. It had been several months before than since my ex and I had stopped having sex and my every waking moment was consumed with a desire that soaked my panties straight through many more than one occasion a day. I hadn't been touched by a man in months and in occasional masturbation sessions were not eliminating the need nor giving any real relief. When I reached the sidewalk on the other end of the field and turned the corner to where the hotel stood, I recognized the all too familiar wetness between my legs. My mind may not be ready for this, but my pussy was begging for it.
While at the counter, I had expected to be forced to put down a credit card, but the cash was sufficient. Surprised by my good luck, I texted him the room number. I had ensured it was in the back so that his car wouldn't be recognizable nor seen from the street. Another benefit - it was on the ground floor.
I slid the key into the door and pushed it open. Standing in the doorway for a moment, I absorbed the room. It was much nicer than I had expected with the flatscreen tv on the wall and the desk in the corner. The bed was a king size and had dark burgundy sheets and duvet upon it. With a deep breath, I let the door shut behind me, but I didn't hear the latch catch. My eyebrows furrowed as I waited to hear something that could explain why the door hadn't shut all the way when finally I heard it close lightly. It didn't sound right, but by the time I had gathered momentum enough to turn around, I felt breath on my neck.
"Hi." He whispered on my neck.
His breath was warm and his voice was the heavy rasp of a man with an erection. His body was pressed into mine from behind while his hands trailed down my shoulders, under my arms and around my waist. His right hand slipped under my black shirt and over my stomach to cup my left breast. My breath escaped slowly, but my nipples responded instantly. I felt his muscles hardening in his body in answer to my hardening nipples.
"I love you." He said in my ear.
He gathered me close and turned me to face him. I hadn't expected much regarding his attractiveness, but I had won the jackpot with him! Very dark brown eyes, light pale skin with a short beard and cropped hairstyle. He was very muscular and it was obvious he worked out religiously. He was taller than me by a few inches and a very good dresser in a custom fit suit in black. I was impressed, but what caught my attention the most were his eyes. When he looked into mine, I realized he really did love me. It suddenly occurred to me why.
"You've never been with another woman other than your wife, have you?" I asked softly.
He shook his head slowly from side to side then pressed his body against mine which pushed my back against the wall. When his lips touched mine so gently, I recognized that he was holding himself back a great deal. He didn't want to hurt me; he really did love me. I had just begun to ponder if it were possible for love to develop this way when his hand slid under my skirt and brushed against my panties. I had been shaving my pussy since I started getting hair there so his movements were magnified and felt so good, I couldn't help but whine.
