Sunday, August 14, 2011


It had been over 2 weeks since I had last seen him. His job, my job, family commitments - there were plenty of reasons for it, but it didn't matter to me anymore. So I broke one of my own rules. I sent him a text that said, "If I can arrange to get away for a few hours on Saturday, can you?"

His answer came back. "Yes!!!"

I smiled. Finally, I'd get to see JJ again, and I didn't care if I had to break a rule to do it.

Saturdays are family time. If I'm not working, the day is for my kids. I've never met for play on a Saturday. Until now.

We arranged a time and I arranged my alibi. When Saturday arrived, I kissed my youngest goodbye, told hubby I'd be back in a few hours, tucked a bottle of lube in my purse, and drove away. As I was turning onto the highway, I heard the words of my son and husband reverberating in my head, "Why do you have to go, Mommy? It's Saturday." "Have fun, and hurry home!"

I'm not one for guilt, but that one was hard. Still, I kept driving. I had been aching for him for over a week. I wasn't going back now that I was just a few minutes away from being with him again. Oh, and by "being with him" I mean, "feeling his thick hard cock pounding me from behind while I cum."  ;-)

When I drove into the parking lot of our regular hotel, I saw his car immediately and my heart jumped. I texted him that I was there, parked and practically skipped up the walkway and into the lobby.

He was standing at the front desk talking to Strange Hotel Guy about something. My breath caught in my throat when I saw him. Long shorts, T-shirt, that ball cap he always wore. I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him, but I knew I had to wait, so I greeted him and just leaned my head against his shoulder. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. Man, I had missed him even more than I thought.

Strange Hotel Guy was having trouble with the computer. That was annoying, but not surprising. I could tell by the look on his face and the tone of his voice that JJ was not happy and losing patience. I decided to let him deal with it while I pressed against him and inhaled his scent.

Soon, Strange Hotel Guy's wife showed up. She gave her husband some direction and then she started making small talk with me. We're regulars here. They know us. As much as Strange Hotel Guy creeps me out, I really have grown fond of his wife. I like her even more when she says to her husband, "Just give them a room. We can figure it out later." She and I smiled at each other. It doesn't bother me at all anymore that they both know exactly what we'll be doing in just a few minutes. It just feels perfectly natural.

We finally got a room (and it happened to be our regular room). After a few minutes of niceties and small talk (we had some catching up to do!), we were naked in bed and kissing.

There are some things that no lover I've ever had does quite like JJ, and kissing is one of those things.

I relaxed as he wrapped his strong arms around me and just let myself melt into his kiss. It was familiar, and just as sensual as ever. He reached down and started playing with my pussy.  He moaned as his finger slid between the wet lips.  I moaned as his finger grazed my already swollen clit. I turned my hips and opened my legs to give his easier access.  His lips never left mine, and I inhaled deeply, inhaling as he exhaled, breathing him in.

It didn't surprise me at all that I came so quickly because I had been looking forward to this for quite a while, but I was a little surprised that as he kept going, I kept cuming...again...again....I grabbed onto his shoulders and I had to stop myself from digging my fingernails too far into his skin.  No marks.  That's the deal. I screamed into his mouth. He held me tighter as I shuddered and my screaming became whimpering.

I reached down and found his cock, hard and throbbing. He gasped a little as I started stroking him.

"How do you want me?" I asked.

"Any way you want.  You decide," he whispered.

I giggled, "You know what my favorite is...."

Without saying a word, he sat up, got on his knees and moved behind me and I rolled over onto my knees and leaned forward onto my forearms. As he slid his thick cock inside me, I thought that as nice as new cock is, there's something truly wonderful about the feel of the familiar, of knowing what to expect, of knowing that you're about to feel the extraordinary pleasure that only this man can give.

After a few hard strokes, I couldn't think of anything but the sensation, the pleasure. I came again, bucking back against him.  As I felt his fingers tighten on my hips, I knew what was coming next.  He groaned loudly and thrust forcefully into me several times, each one hard...deep...lingering.

He pulled out a minute later and leaned over and kissed my back before collapsing next to me. I curled up next to him and he wrapped his arms around me again as I snuggled against him.  Time for more kissing (I can never get enough of that.  Honestly, I can't.) and then we talked about life, how much we missed each other, what our plans were for the next week.

After a little while I reached over to the night stand and grabbed some lube, dribbled some onto his cock, and started stroking him slowly as he talked. Soon, his talking slowed down.  Then it stopped altogether.  Our kissing became deeper and more intense.

He whispered (damn, I melt when that man whispers to me!), "I want your ass...."

I purred.  Those are just about my favorite words in the world to hear from him, next to .....well....those other words are just between us.

I know this is cruel, but I'm not going to write about the detail of the long, hard, incredibly amazing ass fucking he gave me, except to say that no one in this world fucks my ass like he does.  No one.

Afterward, we looked at the clock and realized we still had an hour before we had to leave.  Wow!  Usually, we were fighting against the clock, but that afternoon, time was on our side, for once. We did more talking, kissing, and yes, he fucked my ass one more time before we had to part.

We talked about when we might see each other again. We got dressed and left, and JJ even took a moment to say goodbye to Strange Hotel Guy as we walked through the lobby.

He walked me to my car and kissed me goodbye. Even his goodbye kiss was seductive, leaving me a little dazed and breathless when it was over.

I drove home with a smile on my face and Santana's Supernatural blaring on the CD player. All was good when I got home. I hugged my little one, kissed my husband, and nodded "Hey" to the teenagers, waiting until they grunted in response before I closed the door to their room again.

What an awesome Saturday.


Hedone said...

" nice as new cock is, there's something truly wonderful about the feel of the familiar, of knowing what to expect, of knowing that you're about to feel the extraordinary pleasure that only this man can give."

I concur.

"He whispered, I want your ass."

....Mmm, hotness! I purred reading it.

That's a seductive Sunday.

I think I'll have me one of those, too.

Hedone said...

Oops, that was yesterday...Saturday.

I'm still going to make mine a seductive Sunday.


Anonymous said...

I agree with Hedone, those were my favorite sentences from your delicious post. Reunion sex-- guaranteed to leave you breathless!

Advizor54 said...

there is a special thrill when someone else knows exactly what's going to happen when that door looks.

Libidinous Man said...

And best of all the Pastor wasn't there when you got home with an ass full of cum.

Anonymous said...

So, about some advice for somebody just starting to prowl?

It sounds like you'd smell like your lover when you go home to your husband. How do you keep him from smelling the sex on you? How do you keep husband satisfied and still have sex on the side? Sounds like a tall you have to fake it at home?

Anonymous said...

Oh, and how do you pick a place to meet where you won't know anyone there? I've been in the same area 10+ years, which seems too dangerous...

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