A short evening with S
The past few weeks had been really hectic leading up to Christmas. Both M and S had asked to meet on several occasions but I just wasn’t able to find a free evening. I’m expected to show my face at as many of our clients pre-Christmas drinks or parties as possible but knew I’d be able to slip away from one of our closest clients event on Tuesday evening and agreed to meet S in Covent Garden. The drinks and snacks had started shortly after 6 p.m. And I knew that after two hours of mingling I’d be easily able to make my excuses and leave for “home”.
S was waiting for me in the square and in the freezing cold we walked arm-in-arm around the square for a few minutes enjoying the Caroling and the crowded bustle of people browsing the shops. With the lights and the music and the crowds it suddenly did seem like Christmas after all and it felt really nice cuddled together listening to Christmas Carols whilst we discussed whether or not we should go for a meal. I’d been picking at snacks, S said he wasn’t hungry for food and so we agreed to find a cab to take us to the hotel he’d booked in Holborn.
We’d been here a long time ago and once in our room I told S I really felt like a warm bath. He’d come prepared with a bottle of wine in his coat and filled the glass tumblers in the bathroom whilst I ran the water. We stood embracing and cuddling and he undressed me while the water filled. He was cupping and stroking the cheeks of my bottom as I adjusted the taps and then stepped into the water. He was telling me how beautiful I looked and how he was always thinking of my naked body, as I lay back into the warmth of the bath. Of course the bath was far too small for him to join me but I told him he had to undress as well and that I wouldn’t get out until he was completely undressed as well. He draped a towel over the seat of the toilet and sat down to continue our conversation. We talked about the children, school and the neighbourhood . . . his wife is always up-to-date on all the local gossip and who is having trouble with their children, who is having trouble with their marriages etc. etc. S was topping-up our wine and I said “these glasses hold more than a wine glass, you don’t need to get me tipsy you know!”
I stood up and accepted the towel he handed me but told him he had to get in now and that I would dry myself. I playfully pulled at his willy as he stood up and told him he had to wash himself thoroughly. I wrapped two towels around myself and sat down on the toilet as he washed himself in the bath. He was complaining that it was too hot and asked me to run some more cold for him. He reached up to play with my boobs as I leaned forward to reach the taps and they fell out of the towel, and I told him I’d run more hot if he didn’t concentrate on his own “bits and pieces”.
He was soon stepping out of the bath and I stood up and told him to turn round and I’d dry his back. I rubbed the towel up and down and then round to his chest, playfully stopping just above his willy and balls. He turned round and unwrapped the rest of the towel from me, leaning forward to suck at my nipples. I let him have the briefest of tastes before saying it was too cold in the bathroom, so we made our way into the main room and across to the bed. I fell backwards and he slid onto me continuing his attentions on my nipples. I was soon holding his head between my hands and guiding his mouth from one boob to the other. I was wrapping my legs around his bottom and could feel him rubbing against me. I can sometimes get really carried away just by having my nipples sucked and nibbled at and I was telling him to “chew them gently” and then gasping as I felt him sucking on them hard. At the same time I was rubbing my pussy up and down on his leg and then sliding my hands down to the small of his back and pulling him into me. I pushed his head down my chest further and said “you can eat me now”. He asked where I wanted him to eat me and then slid down to start flicking his tongue over my pussy. I was telling him that he knew where, but he was teasing me with his tongue saying he liked to hear me tell him where. I was tingling and gasping and pushing down on his head. “Eat my cunt then”. He groaned loudly and I could feel his tongue sliding over me. I was really getting carried away especially as I then felt him pushing his fingers into me. He really does do lovely things with his fingers and I was lifting myself up from the bed and pushing back against him. He was asking me to “keep talking dirty, keep telling me what you want” and I was trying to answer him back while trying to let myself go at the same time. He was using both hands and I was straining my hips up off the bed and squeezing my hands around my own breasts at the same time. He was gasping out that he loved watching me like this and I looked down at myself rolling my nipples between my fingers and then looking up at his gasping and groaning face. He was now squeezing my clit the same way as I was squeezing my nipples and I was gasping out “don’t stop, fucking don’t stop”. I just came with a sudden rush and threw myself over onto my side, burying my face in the pillow and gasping out with loud groans. I felt him lying down behind me, stroking my arm and then kissing my neck, but I was just shaking and pulling away from him, saying “leave for a moment”. I suddenly felt as soon as I was saying it that it was the wrong thing to be saying, so whispered apologies and that it was a huge one and I just need to lay still for a moment. I heard him reply that it was “ok, you were amazing” . . . and then the next thing I remember is waking-up to the sound of the toilet flushing and suddenly realizing the bed next to me was empty.
I turned over and sat-up to see him coming from the bathroom already dressed. He was saying it’s after midnight and that he thought we’d better be getting home. I was stammering apologies that I’d fallen asleep and that I’d let him down and he hadn’t had a good time. He was handing me my blouse and laughing and saying he’d had an “amazing” time. I dressed still feeling that I’d let him down and apologising and saying that I hadn’t even had that much to drink. But he cuddled me and told me that he really had had a wonderful time and that he loved snuggling-up to me naked as I slept and snored.
For such a small hotel, there were actually quite a lot of people in the lobby as we left and stepped outside to hail a cab. I spent the journey home cuddling with my head on his shoulder and telling him that I had really enjoyed the evening with him, not just at the hotel, but walking through Covent Garden and for the first time I’d really felt in the Christmas spirit. I told him that J was taking the kids down to his brothers on Saturday for the football (his brother has a season ticket) and that they’d be staying over. Although J’s sister-in-law had wanted me to go and spend the day shopping with her, I’d declined saying I’d be able to use the day to get the house ready for Christmas (it’s our turn to host the family this year), so I asked S if he’d like “pop-round”. His eyes lit-up and he asked what time I’d like him to come. I kissed him on the cheek whispering that I’d like him to come as often as he could. We were whispering and giggling like lovers in the back of the cab and suddenly found ourselves in my road. We asked the cabbie to drive us on to the end and then walked back together to say our goodbyes outside my gate.
J was in his usual spot on the sofa as I walked into the front room. I snuggled into him and then lay back as he started to undress me. He asked me “did you have fun” and I told him that I’d let S down because I came really quickly and then fell asleep. He was laughing and kissing my tummy saying “well I’m sure you’ll make it up to him next time”. But when I said “I’ve invited him round on Saturday”, Js enthusiasm suddenly stopped. “Oh, I thought you were going to get the house ready and do all your food shopping”. I was a little surprised at his reaction as I’d thought he’d find it quite exciting. So I said “well I’ll tell him it’s not possible then if you’d prefer me not to”. We’d both lost our feelings of arousal by now and so just lay on the sofa talking for a while. J saying it was ok if I wanted to, and me telling him that I could tell he didn’t really want me to and so I would cancel it.
For the first time in ages that I can remember coming home after a night out with one of my lovers, we ended-up going to bed and not making love. Now I was feeling guilty on two counts, one for letting S down, and then again for suggesting something without first asking J how he would feel about it . . .
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M gets his wish . . .
After several false starts over the past month (he’d had to cancel once, and I’d had to cancel twice), we finally found an evening we could both make during the week. We met after work at one of the franchise pasta houses close to the office. Work is incredibly busy for both of us at present and although all the upheavals following the takeover have finally calmed down, I’d had a horrible day and wasn’t really feeling up to an evening out.
However, M was in bubbly form and soon had me laughing and relieving my frustrations of the day. He is so easy to talk to about work and clients as he has many of the same sort of problems and issues in his own work. I find I can just pour it all out to M much easier, and get a more responsive understanding than I do when I try to talk about these things at home with J. (I know it’s not that he doesn’t care, but he just doesn’t appreciate all the pressures and details in a way that M does and of course we have the constant interruptions from the children and all the normal “home” things to sort out) . . . so I was soon feeling much more relaxed and not as exhausted as I’d felt when I left the office.
After several large glasses of wine, several hours of chatting and a nice pasta and salad, M stroked my fingers and said “Come on, I’ve booked the same hotel as last time”. The cab journey was only a few minutes long and we were soon embracing inside the door of our room. I insisted that I had to shower and M replied that he needed one as well and I should go first. He undressed me, between kisses, and stroking my back and bottom and then undressed himself whilst I enjoyed the feeling of the warm water. I allowed him to lather my back and then turned round to let him sponge my breasts and tummy. I let him wrap me in a towel and then sat on the toilet seat whilst he got into the shower and I watched him soaping and sponging himself. As he finished and stepped out of the shower I moved into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He followed, rubbing the towel back and forth across his back as he walked towards me, obviously proud of his wobbling erection. He does have a nice body and it was obvious by the way he stood in front of me that he wanted me to reach out and stroke him, but I was feeling mischievous and so stood up in front of him dropping my towel as I stood and rubbing myself against his chest. We stood kissing for a minute or two, with him running his hands down my back and caressing my bottom. I fell back onto the bed and he slipped down to start licking and sucking at my nipples. His leg slid in between mine and I rubbed myself against it. I was already feeling wet and enjoying his tongue and mouth on my nipples. I held his head and asked him to suck harder and at the same time rubbed my pussy against his leg harder and faster. He slid further down on the bed, flicking his tongue down over my tummy and then onto my lips and clit. I could hear myself gasping and lifting myself up and down on his mouth as his tongue swirled up and down and round and round. He was sliding his tongue right round as far as he could as I lifted up and then back to my pussy as I pushed down again with my hips. I was pressing his head against me and came quickly with big gasps and groans. I rolled over onto my side as he pulled away and I then curled-up into my usual position. He cuddled up behind me, kissing my back and squeezing against me. I could feel his hard willy pressing against my bum cheeks and I whispered my apologies for coming so quickly. He told me it had been lovely and he knew I must have enjoyed it if I’d come like that.
We lay together for quite some time, with him stroking me and whispering compliments and saying how much he’d missed being together for so long. Then he got up saying he’d brought something for me. I rolled over to see him reaching into the pocket of his jacket which he’d hung over the chair on the far side of the room. He returned to the bed with a small bottle of gel, saying I’d promised him during our last meeting that I’d let him if he bought some gel. I protested that I couldn’t have promised anything of the sort and that I had to be in the right sort of mood to even consider that sort of thing. He knelt next to me on the bed and said that I’d seemed to be in the mood a little while ago.
He was already twisting the top off the plastic bottle, but I pulled him down onto the bed beside me and told him he’d have to be patient and I would see. We were kissing and his hands were squeezing my breasts again and I could feel his erection against me again. He was sliding his hands down between my legs and pleading between kisses on my neck and breasts to “just let me try”. I replied “I don’t do it just like that you know”, but was feeling quite naughty again and enjoying the sensation of stroking and squeezing his cock. I told him to sit back and give me the bottle. I squeezed a blob onto the palm of my hand and then lent forward to smooth it over his cock. He jerked with surprise and then lent further back gasping as I rubbed it up and down. Turning over onto my knees I then told him to kiss and tongue me like he had before. I was lifting myself up to make sure his tongue was sliding down to my clit and then back up to where he wanted to be. I could feel his breath on me in bursts as he took gasps of breath between sliding his tongue over me. “Now squirt some over me, make me more slippery” I told him. I could feel him adjusting himself and then the splash of the gel between my bum cheeks. “Finger” I said to him “and gently”. Then I could feel him pushing against me . . . it always seems so natural when I’ve been like this with S, but perhaps because I was thinking too much about things, or because it was all a bit rushed, it just wasn’t comfortable. I pulled away forwards and rolled over onto my back, sliding my legs down on either side of him. I lifted up to kiss him and then spread my legs open wider. I reached down and pulled him gently forward by his cock “This might be better for me” I told him. Watching his face made me feel much more aroused, suddenly it wasn’t an exercise, or a contortion . . . the look of wonder on his face just made me feel in control again, he had an almost boyish look of excitement on his face as he felt himself pushing into me.
I was groaning now, telling him “just be slow, you can’t pump like you do, just gentle” . . . I was really feeling him now and really feeling naughty. I spread my lips with my hands and started fingering my clit, pushing up and against him. He was perfectly still, letting me do the pushing and pulling . . . and he was groaning as well, not saying any words, just groans and gasps, but with his eyes wide open and a huge smile. I was getting really carried away and heard myself getting louder and louder and he started pushing now as well. I lifted my hands up onto his tummy in case his thrusts got too much but I shouldn’t have worried, I just came with huge groans again, thrusting against him and then pushing him away and rolling over into a ball again. I felt him collapsing down onto my side and from the splashes of his cum on my hips and back, and his loud cries, I could tell he’d come as well.
This time we lay for ages, both dozing off into a sleep, cuddled together on top of the bed covers. I woke to the sound of the alarm on my mobile. I’d set it for midnight, so we must have been sleeping for over an hour. He didn’t stir until I got off the bed to find my bag where I’d left it by the door and turn off the alarm. I sat back down on the bed next to him saying “it’s time to go, it’s gone midnight”. He pulled me down into an embrace telling me how wonderful it had been. “I’ve never, ever done that before. You’re an amazing, incredible woman”. I was giggling and enjoying the compliment, but telling him I still had to be getting home. “I can’t believe you” I said. “You’re always wanting more”. He rolled over on top of me, sliding down to my nipples again, then lifting up to ask “can we try it from behind again”. I was laughing and slapping my palms against his shoulders saying “no, no, no. I can only do it once! And I have to go home now!”
He rolled away making reluctant “it’s still early” and “you used to stay all night” comments, but joined me in getting up and getting dressed. I told him that he should feel pleased with himself that he’d made me do naughty things and that maybe I might stay out all night another time “but I’m not promising!”
We were able to get a cab for me much quicker than the last time we’d stayed at this hotel and I texted J that I’d be home in half-an-hour. He replied almost immediately “ready and waiting” . . . and sure enough, he was sitting in his normal position on the sofa with a glass of wine waiting for me when I walked into the front room. I undressed in front of him and snuggled down onto his lap to whisper the events of my evening into his ear. I love feeling his excitement when he’s waited up for me like this, and telling him what happened and answering his questions about what M had said and done, was really turning me on all over again. Often it’s J who explodes quickly as he asks me more and more details, but tonight I just felt really aroused all over again. As I felt myself lifting up and down on him, and his lips leaning forward sucking my nipples, I came again, muffling my groans into his shoulder and telling him how much I loved him, and how I loved him squeezing and cuddling me like this.
I’d started the evening not looking forward to going out at all . . . and ended it feeling how lucky I am to be able to have such wonderful times.
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