Catherine
I was mad. No, not mad, furious. That prick teasing womaniser of a ... prick.
I called him to find out how he was going, and the bimbo secretary that supposedly went home an hour and a half ago answers the phone giggling. Some last minute order that had to go out.
That ... prick!
So there I was, sitting in a bar in some backwater town (alright, it was Sydney, but I was mad!) feeling bad that I am hundreds of miles away from him and he's feeding me some bullshit story about working late just to get his dick into the 22year old that grinds her ass against him every day.
He fucking promised! "There's nothing going on, I promise" Lying sack of shit.
"Who?"
I turned. "Sorry?" I said to the guy next to me.
"Sorry, I just, who's a lying sack of shit?" he said, with a really cute smile.
"My lying, cheating, limp-dicked, asshole of a ...., no one" I thought better of finishing that sentence. After all I had no idea who this guy was and 3 bourbons in my belly.
"Tom" he said, holding out his hand.
"Catherine" I replied, taking it.
"Let me guess, he's not doing what he said he was going to be doing while you are out of town?"
Damn, nice eyes.
"Got it in one" I smiled back. "His fake titted slut of a secretary answered the phone an hour and a half after she went home" Oh, yeah, I wasn't going to say that.
"Ah, the old working late"
I picked up what was left of my 4th bourbon and downed it in one gulp, only to see him ordering me another. I went to stop him but he saw it and stopped me in my tracks.
"I wont take no for an answer, and besides, look at it as revenge. Letting some strange man buy you a drink without telling him will make the return trip less anxious."
Fuck it, he was right. The girls that had accompanied me on this little work paid training trip had long since hit the casino or crawled off to bed and I loved the thought of what would race through his mind when I told him some tall and very handsome stranger plied me with bourbon all night. What I told him after that would depend on the conversation it came up in. I was not above lying to him in a fit of anger.
"Just don't get any ideas" I replied, sitting down again and accepting the drink, letting my own imagination fly off in the mean time. "This isn't that kind of revenge"
He smiled and ordered a second of what he was having. It was clear, so I assumed it was alcoholic. That was pretty much the first of the big mistakes I made that night. Everything after that was the second.
The night went on and he told me about himself, what he did for a living and where he lived. He coaxed out of me everything about my marriage I hadn't shared with even my best friends, but it was one of those situations where a strange ear was the best listener. I knew none of anything we discussed would get back to anyone I knew, so I poured my heart out. He was staying in the hotel as well, and another god knows how may bourbons and hours, I was feeling as giddy as a schoolgirl gazing into the school hunk's eyes. So I kissed him.
There were a few people in the bar but it was evident they were trying to close up for the night as the empty tables now all had the chairs on them instead of under them. It made me giggle, like a room full of table dancing furniture girls with their legs in the air. Stupid, I know, but the alcohol was kicking in big time. We talked a bit more as we finished our drinks and kissed him more.
I heard a whisper in my ear, but it wasn't. He had just asked. Felt closer though. Maybe he just whispered. I don't know. Anyway we were on the way out of the bar and towards the elevators, him holding my hand, or me holding his for support. I was rather weak kneed and wondering what I was doing. All of a sudden nerves kicked in and I slowed.
"Thanks, um, for tonight. That was really good." I said. My wedding band just tripled in weight as I hid my hand behind my back, but the wobbles lurched me forward and he caught me.
"I can't let you find your way back to your hotel room. You'll never make it" My mind raced. He felt so good. The shirt sleeves hid the trace of muscle I felt through the material and my panties were getting wetter by the second. I hated myself, but he smelt so good.
An arm swept under my knees and I lost contact with the ground. If I was turned on by, fuck, what was his name, before, that was nothing compared to now. I wilted, urging myself not to do something I was really going to enjoy, but to go back to my room for nothing at all but fidelately, or whatever, oh god those arms felt good.
"Where is your room?" he cooed gently. I passed him my bag like I do to my husband and then realised what I had done too late, but he took the room key out and passed it back to me. God, could I trust him. Oh god, cologne.
We arrived at the room and he went hold me while opening the door.
"Thanks. Really. Fff..Far enough" I mumbled, trying to be put on my feet. I couldn't invite him in. A man in my room is so much worse than a man in my mouth, my tongue circling his. Oh fuck take me inside...
"You can't walk any more now than you could downstairs. Just to the bed" He unlocked the door and swept me inside. He rested me gently down on the edge of the bed and I steadied myself. I don't know what I was thinking, but I asked for a drink of something. He said something about a panadol to help the headache and I smiled. The more he talked, the worse I felt. It wasn't right to be here but I wanted it so badly.
I felt a glass in my hand and went to swallow water, but smelled strange. But I did swallow, I think it was...
I don't know, maybe a dissolvable something...
He was sitting down next to me, a hand on my leg...
"If your sure..." he cooed. Was I? My head was spinning and my legs were open, his fingers circling their way up my leg as he leaned into my neck, no, I leaned in to him. Maybe I said yes when I meant no. He wasn't the sort of guy to take advantage of me, was he?
No, my head dropped, I think. I felt lips and they must have been his. I turned away, leaning out of reach. I could'nt let myself do this, his fingers finding my very wet panties. I was a happily married woman in his strong arms. My marriage was on the line, and my husband, my husband...
All I could see of my husband was him standing at the edge of his desk with his pants around his feet and her on her back on the desk naked, legs in the air and held open by the man I called my husband. I could even see her laughing at me and begging him to fuck her like he never fucked me.
I turned my head back and found his mouth.
Devoured his tongue again and opened my legs. Eyes closed, I let him take control. If I was going to give it to someone while he gave it to that bimbo on the desk he so proudly showed off to me, I was going to give...
Oh god, what am I doing...
"My underwear... please..."
