It had been too long, she thought as she lay contentedly along his body, one thigh draped over his and her cheek on his chest. The orgasmic fog was clearing. She became aware of more than just her body and his body. Her orgasm, or rather orgasms, had taken her so completely that there had been nothing else that existed. She was now enjoying the post coital bliss.
A light sheen of sweat covered their bodies as they lay on the broken-down bed in the cheap motel. The bed was covered with a ratty spread that was showing its age. It was rough on her skin and she would have been surprised if they'd been the only couple that enjoyed a romp on it. She was comforted by his heartbeat. If she were a cat she'd be purring. She smiled to herself thinking about what had led to all of this.
They'd met online. They were both stuck in sexless marriages. A girlfriend had told her that there were websites that catered to people in their situation. She was overwhelmed by the possibilities when she first joined one of the sites and had trouble narrowing the field.
He had stood out from the crowd. He was patient and polite, confident, and articulate. She'd liked flirting with him and was stirred with each exchange of messages and photos. She'd even sent him some of her sexier shots. She'd wondered if they'd made him hard when he first saw them. She liked looking at his photos and when he started writing stories for her, she knew she had to meet him.
Their first meeting was at a quiet place in the valley. His face had lit up when he first saw her. It made her feel like a schoolgirl. She thought he was very good looking and instantly wondered what he'd be like as her lover. They sat in a booth in the back, each sliding about a third of the way around, leaving an intimate but respectable distance between them. She thought about how nervous she'd been. She wondered if he had been nervous too. He had seemed very confident and in charge even then.
"He was a hard one to read then, and he's still a hard one to read now," she thought. Early on, he'd said he could be shy at times. He certainly was not shy now. No, not shy at all. She looked down at his cock as it lay across his leg. She loved feeling it inside her. She thought now about the sex they had just shared, that first moment when he entered her, her breath catching as he sunk into her. She always enjoyed the sensation of a lover entering her as she felt herself open for him. "Maybe it's his thickness that made the sensation so incredible with him," she mulled in her head. As she continued to look at his cock, she felt the early flush of excitement creeping in again. She let it ebb away as she returned her thoughts to that first meeting.
Their conversation in the dark booth in the back of the restaurant had been light and easy. He'd been so curious about her and wanted to know so much. They'd talked about everything, and she remembered telling him intimate details she'd never shared with even her closest friends, things about her favorite positions and experiences and what fantasies turned her on most. He accepted everything she said that afternoon without judgment and she had been surprised at how easy it was to share her desires with him.
She liked the way he looked in her eyes when they talked. Other guys seemed fixated on her breasts. He had noticed her full breasts, but he hadn't lingered. She'd caught him stealing a glance or two down the top of her wrap-around dress. That had given her a thrill. She always felt so sexy in that dress. She liked how easily she could change the depth of her neckline from prudish to sexy. When they first met, she'd had it somewhere in between, not too racy, but still providing a good hint at what lay underneath.
There in the dark, back booth, it was obvious to her that he wanted her. His desire for her added to her excitement. She'd wanted him too. She'd even made the first move.
She'd brushed her leg along his under the table. It was the type of movement that he could have interpreted as either intentional or not. She twisted towards him so the deep neckline of her dress revealed more of her breasts and maybe the edge of her lace bra. She wasn't sure how much was revealed without looking down and giving away her ploy, so she'd made sure to twist a bit more to force the neckline to open just a tad further.
He had noticed the shift and his eyes dropped briefly to take in the view. "I caught you," she thought when she saw his eyes drop down briefly. He had later told her that his mind went haywire then as he ogled half of her breast encased in lace.
He made the next play with the "whisper" gambit and leaned in to say something in her ear. He'd slid his body close to hers. It was a well-played move and with his breath in her ear and on her neck, he said; "you're beautiful." He sent shivers down her spine.
The whisper had been his opening. Gently he put his lips on her cheek and kissed her. When she'd leaned towards him, he raised his hands to her face and kissed her on the lips. His kiss was full, warm, and soft. She wanted his kiss, but not there in the restaurant, not in a public place where anyone could watch them. Perhaps he'd sensed her concern or maybe he shared her concern? In either case, he pulled his lips away and they sat there with their knees almost touching.
Thinking of his legs now made her reach out and stroke his thigh. "God, he has such strong legs," she thought. She squeezed his thigh between her legs. Feeling him between her legs, squeezing them tight on his thigh gave her a tingle. After the fucking they just shared, did she still need more? She couldn't believe she was thinking about more sex. She was on the verge of being very sore and tried to push those thoughts from her mind.
She thought back to their first meeting. His hand on her bare knee was unexpected and she didn't think it was entirely fair since he was wearing slacks, and she a light dress. He'd kept up the conversation while he rested his hand there. She looked around to make sure no one else could see. She'd thought maybe she should stop him when his strong fingers began to massage her thigh above the knee.
She crossed her legs.
Showing no reaction, he'd simply let his hand drag across her upper leg. He brushed his fingers slowly up one side of her thigh and down the other. The hem of her dress inched up just a bit with each pass of his hand. When he began to press more deeply into her thigh, she let her legs fall open under the table. She was happy she'd worn her sexiest thong as it felt like it might be visible because her dress had ridden so far up her legs. She had been so wet for him.
She thought she'd seen a hint of a smile play across his lips when her legs fell open. "Smug bastard," she'd thought at the time, but the thought did not stay with her long as he began a long stroke from her knee, up the inside of her thigh. It was different from his previous caresses. She thought it had a more deliberate presence on her leg as his fingers kept moving higher. Her breath caught as he came closer to the top of her legs. His fingers had been steady and showed no hesitation. She'd felt the tips of them around her sex and had been sure he could feel her dampness. It had thrilled her to share the evidence of her arousal with him.
His fingers had felt so good playing lightly over her pussy. She wanted more and she thought about pulling her thong to the side and opening herself to him. Instead, he spoke. "I want to see your bra."
"What, here in the restaurant?"
"Yes, I want you to pull open your dress a bit more."
"No, that's crazy. Not here."
"Yes, I want to see your it, and I think you want me to see it. Why else did you wear that lacy bra?"
He'd had a point about the lacy bra. She'd not wanted to have sex during that first meeting, but she wanted to be sexy for him. She cursed herself for wearing La Perla that day.
He had pulled his hand away then and said, "Open your dress for me."
