It's been over a month since we've had a chance to be together. You know how life gets in the way. If you've read any of my stories, you know that I'm a 50ish, married, voluptuous (I opted to use that word instead of plump, my usual description), vibrant, redheaded woman, whose husband (by his choice) isn't interested in having sex with me.
Other than no sex we have a good marriage. (Yes, I suppose that's sort of a contradiction in terms.) He is a good man, but thinks I'm too fat to have sex with. My husband does accept what I do, and I don't flaunt my activities in his face.
Today has been the first day in over a month that things have worked out for us to meet. When we meet we have to use the option of cheap motels. As you know I'm married, and he's going through a divorce. (No, I did not cause the divorce, it was going on when we met.) For most comfortable rendezvous, all that is needed is a bed (including clean sheets), and a bathroom. (Hey, I'm human, I admit I have to pee every once in awhile.) Ambiance is not really needed. (Although it is necessary for special occasions.)
That afternoon he called me to tell where he was. It wasn't the usual place we went, but cheap motels are all nearly the same. He was in room 228, but he would have to meet me at the outside door. (I guess I was wrong, not all bargain motels are the same, this one had a little more security than our regular one.) Of course, he gave me a big kiss when we met at the door.
Damn, he looked good. He made my mouth (and other parts of me) water just looking at him. He's about 6'1, muscular, light brown well cut hair, hazel eyes, and the finest ass that his jeans showed off so well. It took all the restraint I could muster to wait till we got to the room to put my hands on him.
Once we got into the room, I wrapped my arms around his neck and molded myself to his body and planted my lips on his. We did some tongue wrestling and some upright body grinding until I had to break away to use the bathroom. (See, that bathroom does come in handy.)
When I came out, he was in his underwear, and on the bed waiting for me. (Ok, I'm going to have to mention that he was wearing long underwear. He works outside and in refrigeration units, so he wears them frequently.) His stiff cock (since no one has suggested to me a better terms to use than cock, I'm going to continue to use it.) was peeking out of the fly of his long johns Although long johns probably aren't on the top ten sexy underwear list, he did look so damn hot stretched out on that bed.
Now, I didn't need to use any restraint to keep my hands off him. I climbed on the bed, stretched out beside him and wrapped my arms around him. Our lips met, and we melted into each other. I covered his lips, face, ears and any where else my lips could reach with kisses, licks and nips. And he was doing the same.
I was still totally dressed at this time, and I needed to feel skin on skin. Kissing fully clothed is like fishing without any bait. You may have fun, and it occupies some time, but it's definitely not the real thing. I sat up and pulled off my t shirt. His response was to plant kisses on my breasts along the edge of my bra.