The Weeend

The Weekend

Chapter One

It was August and I had just spent Friday setting my son up for college in another town. My husband had been with me but he had stayed behind to see his family. I had flown home that night and was feeling the quiet of the house without the two of them as my daughter was spending the weekend with a friend. I can't remember the last time that I was the only one in the house. The following afternoon a girlfriend called to say that she would like to get together for a drink.

This friend likes to get out every once in a while and we always have fun together. One time when we were out these two guys approached us and started chatting with us and buying us drinks. When we started to leave they wanted to go with us. They weren't really our type and, after we faked them out, we had to make a run for it back to her car to get away from them.

It was Saturday afternoon, and all I had to look forward to was the silence in the house till my daughter returned on Sunday evening. My husband had some work to do so was not due back until late Monday evening. It had been a difficult trip as we have teenagers, each of whose needs are a strain on our finances. Even though my husband and I understand, our financial priorities can sometime create a tug of war and put us under stress with each other. This trip was one of those occasions, and with him staying we had not been able to talk and make things good, as we usually do. With such a bleak weekend facing me, and the somewhat frustrated and unresolved mood I was in, I agreed to go out with my friend for a drink.

My husband called me, as he usually does, and I told him that I was going out for drinks with my friend. He was going out with his family so we agreed that it would be unlikely that we would speak again until Sunday sometime.

My friend and I went to a bar in a popular market place. After a couple of drinks we were having a good conversation and a good laugh. My girl friend is very loud when she laughs, and I guess this drew us to the attention of the two men who approached us and started talking. My friend likes a good time and is quite friendly so it was not long before they bought us drinks.

One of them was soon deep in conversation with my friend leaving me with the other one. I was not planning on this and usually try to avoid a one on one conversation in this type of situation, stand offish. Usually the conversation is between everyone, but my friend was really into her conversation with the other man. So, I had little choice, short of being outright rude, and found myself in a solo conversation.

I have to admit that Jim was very good looking with a solid athletic build. He was about 6 foot, broad shoulders and sexy muscular arms. His clothes indicated sophistication but were appropriate for the occasion. By the way he spoke I could tell that he was well educated. Indeed, his positive attitude was refreshing, especially after the past few days I had just gone through. I felt appreciated as he listened to all I had to say without cutting me off or interrupting me. The whole situation felt easy and I felt myself relaxing. The more we chatted the more I found myself warming to him.

As the evening wore on it became clear that Jim had a wide range of knowledge, but more importantly he was able to draw out of me more than I realized I knew.

It was past mid night when my friend excused herself to go to the ladies and her conversation companion went to get a 'last round' of drinks. Jim leaned over and suggested that, although it was getting late, it would be a pity to end our conversation too soon and that after we all went our separate ways he would like it very much if I would come back and continue our conversation on his hotel terrace.

At this point I knew that, in addition to feeling appreciated and relaxed, I found myself attracted to him. He had a warm and sensuous presence, indeed, he exuded sex appeal. He was confident and very comfortable around women and occasionally he had subtlety reached out and gently touched my hand during our conversation. His touch had sent a subliminal message which combined with the booze, which always makes me more amorous, had me turned on a little. I knew what could happen if I said yes, but I really liked his company and was certainly not ready for the evening to end, I wanted this relaxed feeling to last a little longer. I was not ready to go home to an empty house and reality, so I agreed.

After the drinks my girlfriend and I said our goodbyes to the guys and headed to our cars. On the way, my girlfriend commented on how good looking Jim was and that it looked as if we hit it off and were having quite an interesting conversation. Indeed, she said that she could see, by the way he was looking at me that he really fancied me. I said that it had been a nice conversation, and I thanked her for getting me to go out that evening. I told her the night out was just was what I needed.

We got into our respective cars. I followed my friend out and, as she lives in a different area, we went our separate ways, except I doubled back and headed to Jim's hotel.

I knew what I was doing was wrong, as a married woman going to a stranger's hotel room in the middle of the night, but I felt very excited at the same time. What was I doing? I now realized that I was little attracted to this guy. For the moment he had enabled me to escape my reality. It was as if he had thrown me a lifeline. I felt that I really needed this escape and was not ready for it to end. Indeed, I felt that I was entitled to something for myself. Am I really doing this? Am I really this daring? By now my heart was pounding with excitement as I realized what I was doing; going to this man's hotel room and knowing what could happen.

I parked my car and went towards the hotel. Jim met me outside and escorted me to his room. As we walked he would put his hand on my back as he guided me through the hallways. His touch heightened my excitement a bit more. His room had a lovely terrace overlooking the ocean and the moon's reflection sparkled off the gentle ocean waves. Well, I knew he had told the truth about the terrace.

Jim fixed us a drink and we continued our conversation. The atmosphere on the terrace was what the Caribbean is all about, a gentle breeze, the wind making the fronds of the coconut trees softly rustle and the moon, that beautiful moonlit sky, combined with the soothing sound of the waves as they gently lapped the shore was perfect. It was beautiful and took me farther away from my reality. At one point I needed to use the bathroom and Jim led me through the bedroom to it.

I don't know what it was; maybe the nice cool fresh smell of the linen on the freshly prepared bed which had been pulled down for the night by housekeeping, or the fact that I was alone in a bedroom in the late hours of the night with a strong good looking virile man, five years my junior, who I felt wanted me, all I knew was that I felt so turned on....I wanted, no, was going to have this man.

What was I doing? I was a married woman. Had I lost control? What was happening to me? Was I being selfish, after all that I had sacrificed over the years was I not entitled to some reward for myself? In any event, who would ever find out? There was no one that would be looking for me; the house was empty. For the moment I was free, free to do what I liked.

Once I had relieved myself I left my slacks and panties off leaving my blouse on, which now became a micro mini club dress as it barely covered my ass. I left my high heels on and boldly walked out. My heart was pounding and was in my throat as I walked on to the terrace.

When Jim turned and looked at me his eyes just about popped out and they hungrily feasted on me. His eyes looked me up and down and then went and stayed at the bottom of my blouse. I knew that I was turning him on.

I calmly walked by him and sat down in the chair facing him. Again his eyes wandered over me and I could see them rest on my thighs. I knew that he was tantalized and was trying to see between my legs. For a moment he stopped talking and it was clear that he had lost his train of thought. I knew that I had his attention now. I casually reached out and retrieved my drink and started to continue our conversation. As I had retrieved my drink I had also parted my legs and knew that Jim could clearly see that I was not wearing any panties. What was I doing, I was so turned on and the longer I sat there the hotter I got. I have to admit that the whole situation was very exciting.

After about five minutes of struggling to carry on the conversation, Jim stood up, extended his hand to me, and suggested that we continue our conversation in the bedroom.

As I stood up he took me in his arms and kissed me. His body pressed against mine felt very good, and I could feel his substantial hard on pressing against me. I was so aroused that I could feel my juices running out of my pussy.

Still in our embrace we edged toward the bedroom. All the while his hands explored my body. My hands ran up his strong muscular chest and I was soon ripping his shirt off exposing a sexy ripped torso. We reached the end of the bed as his hands went down to the bottom of my blouse and he lifted it over my head. He ran his strong hands over my naked body and told me how beautiful I was.

I unbuckled and opened his pants reached in and freed his rapidly swelling manhood. I love to stroke a man's penis; his was quite large and thick, one of the finest that I had ever seen. I could feel it twitch and grow in my hand and he groaned as my hands lovingly stroked it. I could feel my juices running down the insides of my legs as I was so turned on.

The next thing I knew Jim had lowered me on the bed and I had opened my legs giving him ample access to my steaming hot pussy. I could feel his now rock hard manhood at the entrance of my vagina. He rubbed the bulbous head up and down my vagina and then slowly pushed it into me. I started to moan it felt so good. Once he got it all the way in did it ever feel good. It was so big and was touching places I didn't know existed.

Each time he would pull his cock back until it was almost out and then glide back in causing me to arch my back as the pleasure traveled through me. Soon I was forcing my hips up at him faster and faster and found myself screaming through an earth shattering orgasm. This man felt wonderful and he soon had me coming again, it was so intense that I nearly passed out. He erupted right behind me and pushed that glorious rod even deeper into me each time his manhood fired his potent sperm into me.

We laid there for a while with his cock buried in me, my pussy continued to contract as tremors ran through me in the aftermath of such an intense orgasm. Each time I could feel that my pussy was milking his cock for every last drop of his sperm. I laid there in the afterglow of what had to be the most exciting and pleasurable sexual experience of my life. At that moment in time my whole world was in that room, that bed, nothing else mattered or existed.

I soon felt him growing inside me. What a glorious feeling as he slowly stirred and started to move in and out. I wrapped my legs around him and moved my hips increasing the pleasure. God, he felt so good, he was reaching places no man ever had. I had another earth shattering orgasm and he soon lost it filling me again. We fell asleep in each other's arms still coupled to each other.

When we woke up we did it again just as the sun was rising and then slept some more. I spent the whole day naked, when room service arrived with lunch I popped into the shower. He soon joined me and we had sex there as well. All I had to see was his cock get hard and could not get it into me fast enough. We screwed again just before I left to go home to be there in time for my daughters return.

Before I left, he asked me what I was doing that evening. I told him that I was going to be home with my daughter. So he asked me what I would be doing on Monday and if I could find any time to see him?

My mind was swirling, my body wanted more, much more of this handsome, intelligent, strong sexy man. God, what was I thinking? I should say no, I was a married woman. I should walk away, end this now. But my sexual desire now took control and I told him that I would see him at midday but I would have to take my daughter for her workout class at 4.

I got home just before my daughter returned from her weekend trip. I made us some dinner, showered and went straight to bed as I was so tired from all the sex.

Next morning I put on a smart but sexy, it follows my curves, skirt and jacket business suit. I took my daughter to a friend and went to work. The whole time my mind was racing. What was I doing? All I could do was think of Jim and how he made me feel. I wanted to be in his arms again and feel his glorious manhood filling my pussy. I have to admit that I was a little sore from all the sex of the last 24 hours, but still I was getting wet just thinking of him.

I told my colleagues that I had some errands to run and to follow up on some outstanding accounts. I said that I would go at about midday because that would enable me to pick up my daughter on the way back, and thus save time.

Those first two and a half hours of work took forever. My heart was pounding in anticipation of more sex. Sex was all that I could think of. Just before I left I went into the ladies and removed my panties. I couldn't wait to get to him.

Driving was difficult; my heart was racing like mad. I couldn't get to the hotel fast enough. I parked my car and tried to walk casually towards the hotel.

Jim met me outside and we went to his room. Once we got in the hallway he grabbed and kissed me full on the lips, what a turn on, as if I wasn't wet enough already. When his hands reached my ass they went over it twice as he felt no panties. He quickly lifted my skirt and ran his hands over my bare ass and groaned. To know that I was causing his own needs to rise so much felt wonderful. It was as if he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

We started to tear our clothes off the moment we got the door closed to his hotel room. He was so hungry for me he actually pulled one of the buttons clean off my blouse. The whole situation was so hot, so steamy.

And then he was in me again filling me with his rock hard pleasure pole. I was sopping wet so he was able to put it all in me in one easy motion. He was soon thrusting in and out of me causing me to make sounds that even I didn't know I could make, as I was lost in a world of unbelievable sexual pleasure. I don't know how many times I came or if I was having one long never ending orgasm.

I have no idea where the time went. All I know is that it was time for me to leave him and take my daughter to the gym. We took a quick shower together but before I could dress I found myself on my back with my legs wrapped around him having one last glorious coupling. As I dressed he told me how wonderful I was and how much he wanted to see me again. We exchanged telephone numbers and e-mail addresses and I left.

My daughter noticed that I was missing the top button to my blouse. I lied and told her that I had reached for something suddenly and it had popped. She seemed to accept that.

When my husband came home that night I knew that I couldn't let him touch me as my pussy was so sore after all the sex I had, so I told him that I had not slept much at all whilst he was away knowing that he wouldn't try anything involving sex. And I did not feel like I was lying as it was the truth, I hadn't slept much at all as I had been awake having the most pleasurable and hot sex of my life with Jim.

Before I went to bed I checked my e-mails and sure enough I had an e-mail from Jim. As I read it I felt a wave of excitement come over me. Then I felt anger and frustration. Why was I stuck here when I wanted my freedom to be with him? I was mad at my husband and irritated with my daughter.

There was a positive note though. Jim said that he had never enjoyed anyone's company as much as he had mine, that he planned to come back to my town first thing Friday morning and could we meet at midday. In addition, he was planning to stay until Monday evening. My mind was racing, my heart was racing.

What had started out as an innocent drink with my girlfriend had turned into something which was turning me, and my life, inside out. I instinctively knew that nothing was ever going to be the same. I turned off the computer, pulled the bed covers up and turned away from my husband. I needed to be in a world of my own.