Keith and Ramona had been having a flirtatious affair for months now. They lived in neighboring towns and had chatted innocently online. Their conversations began innocently enough, chatting about localisms, finding they had many similarities in views and interests. During their conversations they found that they both were married but there was something lacking and mused over how they could find this missing link.
Keith called her at work one night and they talked for a long time. Her husband had taken the car home that night so Keith offered to give her a lift home. She spent the remainder of her shift wondering why she had agreed to let him pick her up. She was as nervous as a teenager as he pulled up in front of the building a few hours later. As she directed him to her home though it was as though they had known each other forever and she relaxed. They arrived at her house and he spied an out of the way spot just up the road and pulled into it so they could talk further.
Their eyes met during the conversation and their lips soon followed. The kisses began innocently enough but soon a hunger overtook them and they were sitting there necking like a pair of teenagers on her parents couch. Each time their lips parted they shared the look of love starved lovers. They continued their embrace and kissing until some cars started passing and they awakened to the real world where they found themselves as two married adults sitting in a parked car stealing illicit kisses.
They separated and he pulled from the spot to the front of the house where she got out and vowed to talk later. On the drive home he thought about Ramona in his arms, kissing her lush lips, and how much he needed to make love to her. In the mean time she floated up the walk and into the house, Keith's kisses still burning on her lips and in her memory. She went in and sat on the sofa replaying the past hour in her mind. The hunger yet softness of their kisses and the warm feeling brought over her being in his strong arms. She fantasized about making love for hours with him. She got up and went to change her clothes and get ready for bed still thinking about their encounter.
Later that day they found one another online and began chatting, but their chatting had taken on a new and different path just as she knew it would, it now had the slight nuance reserved for lovers. Both knew they had to have one another and it had to be soon, they began plotting their tryst. They talked daily still but besides their normal chat they began trying to align schedules and finding a local for their meeting. Finally he told her he found a friend who had a place they could use at a nearby lake but they could only have it on Tuesdays. They found a Tuesday they both could get away and now all they had to do was wait. He rode her home a few more times from work. As the day neared he encountered a problem: he had to work midnight shift the night before their day. Her heart dropped because she feared they would have to postpone but he said they would just have to find a closer place so they didn't have to drive so long. So they agreed on a local motel and made reservations.
The long awaited day finally arrived, she packed her children off to school, put on a pot of coffee for her husband when he got up and then began to get ready herself. She carefully applied her make-up and got dressed as sultry yet casual as she could, wondering with each passing minute if she was doing the right thing. In the mean time he was finishing his shift, more anxious than normal to get out of there so he could meet his Ramona. Even though he was anxious he was having his own second thoughts. Both knew it was too late to turn back now even though neither really wanted to. Both settled into thoughts of how romantic and sexy their meeting would be.
At 8AM on the dot he pulled in front of her house as she was walking down the walk all dressed in black. She was a vision to behold in her black tank top, jeans and heels with a flowing overshirt. She got in the car and they were off to their rendezvous. After they got away from the house he motioned for her to slid over beside him which she did. During the ride tot he motel she marveled to him how she hadn't sat next to anyone in a car since she and her husband had dated, he hadn't either.
They pulled into the motel and he went in to register. He signed the book, got the key and came back to the car and drove in silence around the building to their room where they exchanged nervous glances before he got out of the car. He held the door while she slid under the wheel and out of the car. They walked to the door of the room and with nervous trepidation they entered. As the door closed behind them the finality of what they were doing set in and they found they had left their doubts on the other side of the closed door. He walked across the room and set the radio to the local romance station as she set her purse on the table and sat nervously on the edge of the chair.
He walked back towards her and extended his hand to her. She timidly put her hand in his and he gently pulled her to his feet and his waiting arms and they danced to the slow soft music. As they danced he slid the flowing shirt down off her shoulders and dropped it into the chair she had vacated. She reveled in the strength of his arms and the musky smell of him as he took in her curves pressed against him and her soft breath filtering through his shirt. He bent down and gently kissed her bare shoulder, the strap of her top, noticing the silky black strap peeking from under it. Now his mind raced to what might be under her form fitting black attire, he loved sexy lingerie on women and hoped against hope that this silky strap was more than a bra strap.
They danced slowly till the end of the next song, when he tipped her face towards his and kissed her for the first time. It was a long lingering kiss full of tender passion yet iced with fiery lust. Still kissing he sat her gently on the bed and laid her back. They lay there kissing, bodies pressed close, arms and legs entwined for what seemed an eternity. The heat was too much and he shed his shirt. He wanted to feel her naked against him but didn't want to rush her. As he haphazardly tossed his shirt she escaped his grasp and stood. He immediately thought he had panicked her till he saw her pulling her tank top over her head and begin to unbuckle her belt. He reached tentatively for his belt and paused to look at her and she her slight nod of approval. He went about the task of removing his shoes, socks and jeans, meanwhile she stood by watching him as he anxiously undressed. He dropped his jeans and turned slowly exposing his risen manhood barely concealed under the thong underwear his daughter had bought him as a joke one Christmas and saw her watching him.
