It was 12:30 on a dreary midweek day in December 2014 and I was a horny. Like usual. I was sitting in the second story cafΓ© of the Barnes and Nobles book store reviewing some work correspondence and sipping a cappuccino. I was waiting for Jessica. She was a 35-year-old 7th grade teacher who I had met on line at a site for cheaters. Yeah we were both cheaters looking for some thrills. Her photos showed an attractive, dirty blond in crisis. A real beauty that seemed trapped in a mundane world. We had flirted on line for about a month when she finally agreed to meet in person. I hoped!
So there I was waiting and hoping and trying to get some work done when I saw her walk into the sparsely populated cafΓ©, pause ... and search the room. She was relatively petite and her legs were made even shapelier by the heels she was wearing. She had on those tight, form-fitting pants that were commonly seen on attractive women in those days and I could get a good look at her shapely thighs and calves. I waived to her and stood as she approached.
"Hi" she said.
"Hi, I'm Sam. I am glad you decided to come."
We shook hands sort of formally, both a little nervous to be there. She had deep chocolate brown eyes and soft pink lips and gave me a little smile. So I smiled back and offered her a seat.
She turned to remove her winter coat and drape it on the back of her chair and I got my first look at the curve of her hips and ass. She was wearing a black, billowing blouse that both hid and accentuated the mounds of her breasts and she gave me another flash of a smile as she sat down.
The glowing apple winked out as I closed the top of my MacBook.
I asked, "Would you like a coffee or Danish?"
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To return to the street, we had to walk through the book stacks, a vain attempt at getting us to purchase some. But I took the opportunity to turn to Jessica and give her a gentle kiss. Our first!
On the escalator down to the first floor I stood on a lower step and gazed up to her. If I could read her expression, I would say that there was a mix of fear, excitement and a slight downturn of her lips expressing a hint of sadness. I hoped I would bring her some joy in the next few hours!
Outdoors there was a biting wind blowing across Rittenhouse square and a grey overcast sky frowning down at us. I reached for her hand and we walked a few blocks, like new lovers: our destination, a historic downtown hotel nearby.
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As I walked away from the front desk, Jessica rose from the waiting area to join me at the ornate brass grilled elevator. She was carrying her winter coat and her blouse waved in the subtle breeze of her passing. Although I thought my mind was deceiving me, it seemed as though, I caught the briefest glimpse of her left nipple as it brushed gently against the silky fabric of her blouse.
The doors rang open and we stepped in together and turned rubbing shoulders. With the shush of the closed doors, we were alone together for the first time and so I turned to her and gently kissed her on the lips for the second time. She responded by wrapping her arms around me and we pulled together. Her lips were soft and warm. She opened her mouth and so I probed with my tongue into her soft insides. She responded in kind and we played at thrust and parry. My hands stroked the hollow of her back and the soft round of her ass as she ran her hands along my flanks. My hands glided along her sides to the soft domes of her tits and I was pleasantly surprised to find that she was bra-less. I gently stroked the softness of her breasts and was rewarded by a stiffening of her nipples that now poked at the surface of her blouse.
The elevator slowed to a stop at the 8th floor and we stepped out into the uninhabited, dimly lit hallway. Our room was off to the left and we wandered down the hall hand in hand. We stopped outside the door and kissed again, a deep, wet, probing kiss that had my heart fluttering.
I stepped back and reached for the top button of her blouse and loosened it. Her eyes widened ... She turned and looked down the empty corridor, turned back to me and then gave me a brilliant smile. So I continued to loosened button after button and with each release, I got an increasingly fine view of the milky mounds of her tits. Her pink nipples were crinkled erect with the cold and the excitement. I gazed over her chest and neck and face. Her oval face and perky breasts were beautifully accented by the smooth arch of her neck encased in a silver torc.
She said: "Do you like what you see?"
"Yes!!"
I keyed the door open and drew her into the room. She responded by unbuttoning my shirt and caressing my chest, sides and back. I reached my hands inside her shirt and drew her to me for another kiss. Her soft breasts and pointe nipples poked against my chest as my tongue explored her mouth yet again. My erect cock pressed against the softness of her belly through my trousers. I stroked her back and reached my hand into the waist of her slacks to explore the firm softness of her ass.
We pulled apart and simultaneously fumbled with the buttons and zippers of each other's pants. Mine fell to the floor and I carefully drew Jessica's clinging slacks down to her ankles. She stepped out of the pool of her pants and I drew her to the wing chair that ornamented the room.
"Sit here and no touching!" I instructed her. "Lay back and relax while I touch you."
So she sat and leaned back into the softness of the chair. I looked down on her, my blond goddess and sucked in the beauty of her, a cloud of sandy blond hair, rosy cheeks, pale column of her neck with its sliver torc, breasts forming soft mounds with dark nipples, smooth narrow waist blending into curved hips and shapely legs.
I kneeled before her and drew her legs apart praying to her hidden altar of delight. She had simple, practical white cotton panties that clung to her ass and there was a tiny, wet, oval stain in soft white expanse of the crotch.
I gently stroked the surface of her neck and chest gliding along the domes of her breasts. I gently rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and then my hands caressed her flanks and hips. She held very still and quiet and seemed to anticipate each stroke. Her thighs were smooth and firm to the touch and I gently played along the fronts, sides and finally inner surfaces, gliding closer and closer to the soft mound of her pussy. I gently brushed over the crotch of her panties and was rewarded by a sharp intake of her breath and then a small sigh. My fingers played along the panties edge, stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs. Then I probed just under the surface of the crotch to gently touch the warm wetness of her pussy and received a small moan.