I'm driving around the city. I have on meeting after another to go to. God, I hate lunch rush hour. Makes me insane. My a/c isn't working, so that is making the drive even more miserable. My cell phone rings.
It's you. You're sexy voice makes my pussy tingle. I can feel the juices starting to flow. I can barely drive straight. You ask me if I'd like to make a bootie call. That your wife is at home, but you can escape the house for about an hour.
It doesn't bother me that you're married. Hell, I'm just coming out of a shitty marriage, I don't want to walk back into another. For me, quick sex is all I need. No real emotion or attachments. Just fucking. Sometimes, that's better than that mushy shit they talk about on Dr. Phil.
We agree to meet at a 'no tell motel' in the city. One of those dirty little places, where no one questions the fact that you're only going to be checking in for an hour. A motel just seedy enough to give our fuck session a dirty ambiance.
You're already in the hotel parking lot when I get there. You step out of your car as I pull into the empty parking space beside you. As I get out of my little SUV, I hike up my already short skirt, to show you that I'm not wearing any panties.
Your face turns slightly red, and you tell me to wait outside while you go and check in. I give you my half of the hotel fee. No credit cards for us. Don't want your wifey knowing where you spend your money.
A few men walk by and eye me. I'm wearing a short, black, skirt, a thin white button down shirt, a black bra underneath that, and of course no panties. Because it's so hot here in Phoenix, my shirt is clinging to my 36 d breasts, and making the shirt transparent. Needless to say, my petite 5'1", 105 lb frame is very visible in this outfit.
It feels like you're taking forever to check us in. But, eventually you come out, with the room key in your hand. You usher me to our room, and I can feel my excitement building. God, I need you so bad.
Our bootie calls are kind of funny. We're sort of business like at first. We walk into the room, and I close the blinds. You walk over to the table and empty out your pockets.