I couldn't believe what I was doing as I walked across the semi-crowded bar with my eyes affixed with his. A playful and mischievous smile danced on my lips and my pulse quickened with each step. The fresh drink he had just bought me was firmly in my left hand and I raised my right hand to his firm, muscular chest as I stopped in front of him. He was a tall, fit black man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His white silk shirt was unbuttoned halfway showing his shiny taut pecs and my eyes moved slowly over him as I looked for the right words to say.
"Thank you for the drink," I said holding his gaze. He had smoldering brown eyes and a warm, sexy smile and I felt a familiar tingling between my thick, meaty thighs.
"You are welcome," he replied in a thick Caribbean accent. His accent, coupled with his deep sexy voice, made me swoon and I struggled to maintain my train of thought.
"But," I continued as I breathed deep to quell my angst. His light, airy cologne mixed with his natural musk tickled my senses and I forgot what I was going to say for a moment.
"But?" He replied with a wry smile as I paused to gather my thoughts. He was utterly gorgeous and so far out of my league that I could not imagine why he had bought me a drink. He was a young, fit man. He was well dressed in expensive clothes and he was wearing a pricey gold watch. I, on the other hand, was a married, overweight, middle aged mother of two wearing mom jeans and a low cut top that showed off the only part of my body that I didn't hate, and hopefully drew attention from my chubby belly, wide hips, fat ass and thick legs.
"But," I stammered as I continued to lose myself in his pretty eyes. "But I am married."
I lifted my left hand, showing him the large diamond solitaire ring, and the diamond studded anniversary band that adorned my ring finger.
"I saw that," he said confidently, "but you looked lonely and I was hoping you might join me for some nice conversation."
"Well," I said calmly, "I was alone but I wouldn't say that I am lonely. I'm here for the banking conference and I really don't know anyone. I suppose I could use someone to talk to."
I continued to discretely take deep breaths drawing his scent into my lungs. I'd long had a secret attraction to dark skinned black men and he was exactly my type, though if any of my family or friends asked my type I'd have swooned over Bradley Cooper or Ryan Reynolds.
"I'm Jacque," he said as he extended his hand.
I shook his hand and smiled. "I'm Laura, pleased to meet you."
I sat down opposite him at the high top table in the corner of the room and we began to talk. He was a well spoken, educated man who was doing his residency at a local hospital. He had done his undergraduate studies in Jamaica before attending medical school at Yale University in New Haven Connecticut. I, on the other hand, had attended three years of college at The University of Connecticut before I'd gotten pregnant and dropped out. I had grown up a stones throw away from New Haven in East Haven and we began to talk about my native Connecticut, the night life in New Haven and how much things had changed since I was there.
We ordered several more rounds of drinks as we talked and I was shocked when the lights in the bar came on, signaling last call. I felt slightly buzzed. My inhibitions were low and my decision making was compromised.
"I guess I should go," I said almost apologetically. "I had a wonderful evening. Thank you for the drink, er, the drinks. I am truly glad you made that move." I looked at his handsome round face and fought the urge to kiss his full lips. The chemistry between us was strong and had I been single I'd have undoubtedly kissed him but despite the copious amounts of alcohol I had consumed I was not about to throw away a twenty year marriage for a night of pleasure.
"The pleasure was mine," he said with a bright white smile. The formality with which he spoke mixed with the tone of his voice and his accent made my knees weak and I reached for the table to steady myself. My hand landed on his and our eyes met yet again. The warmth of his flesh made my head spin and I inhaled sharply, drawing his scent back into my lungs. I felt suddenly ravenous as my internal dialog became ripe with conflicting thoughts. It had been almost a month since my husband and I had been intimate and when we did have sex it had become monotonous and uninspired. We lacked passion and I could tell already that would not be a problem with the good doctor.
"Can I at least walk you to the elevator?" He asked as he rose to his feet and I nodded. His hand moved from under mine to on top and then he held it as we walked from the bar into the hotel lobby.
He pushed the up button with his left hand and continued to hold my hand with his right. We both knew he was getting onto the elevator with me. I'd been giving him non-verbal signals all night and I had told him several times how attractive he was.
The doors opened and we stepped inside together. I pressed the button to my floor and looked up at him. My heart was racing and he gently pulled me closer. I turned to face him and our other hands met as I gazed up at him with wide, eager eyes. His pink lips looked soft and supple and as if reading my mind he bent down, pressing them against my open mouth.
My tongue slipped inside his mouth of its own volition and I shamelessly leaned against him. My breathing deepened and I cooed softly as our tongues danced a forbidden dance inside the warm enclave of our sealed lips.
The elevator chime signaled our arrival and our kiss begrudgingly ended as the doors opened.
"Wow," I gasped breathlessly. My mind was reeling and my body was humming. I was acutely aware of how wet I was and I couldn't think about anything but our kiss as we stepped into the hallway.
I looked at him and then at our surroundings to get my bearings. I continued to hold his big, strong hand and led him, in a daze, to my room. Our kiss had taken my breath away and removed any doubts about what I wanted. I was almost a thousand miles away from home in a city where I knew no one except him and fate had presented me the opportunity to fulfill one of my deepest fantasies. I'd never been unfaithful to anyone but I needed this.
My hands were trembling as I fumbled with my purse. I found my key card and quickly opened the door, letting us both inside, away from prying eyes. The door latched behind me and he pulled me into his strong arms. I felt safe and secure in his grasp and my passion began to boil.
Our lips met in a deep, wet kiss and we began to paw at each other as we stumbled back towards the bed. I pulled at his shirt and he helped me lift it over his head. His body was gorgeous and I gasped at it beauty as I reached for his belt. I could recall ever being that aroused and when he pulled at the hem of my shirt I eagerly raised my hands to allow him to take it off.
