Chapter III
Let me tell you about my mystery married man: his name is David; he's
42, an architect, tall, lean, athletic, dark hair, brown eyes; his wife has a
defective gene that runs in her family, and she decided they should not have
children, so David had a vasectomy a few years ago; he's smart, sexy, funny, and
he has a nice thick cock and fuzzy balls. Now about me: I'm Kate, 23, headed
to medical school next year, five feet five inches, kind of a waifish figure
with small A-cup breasts, a flat tummy, a little round butt, long legs, green
eyes, and long dirty blond hair; I never got into the tattoo and piercing craze
- except for pierced ears, there's not a mark on me. I keep things pretty much
shaved down there (they call what I have a "landing strip"). I run and get
plenty of exercise. I haven't had a serious boyfriend since my junior year in
college, but have slept around a bit too much. Actually, it was kind of a
regular thing to meet a guy and fuck him a few times before I'd realize he
wasn't my type.
I agreed to meet David for the first time on Wednesday morning in the
lobby of a resort hotel an hour down the interstate. That morning, I awoke
early and filled with butterflies and nervous anticipation. I had a deep
sinking feeling in my tummy, but also my pussy was hot and flushed in
anticipation of stuffing David's cock into my mouth, my pussy, and maybe even my
ass. First, I called the owner of the store I manage and told her I was sick;
no problem there. Then I got ready - I took a long hot shower and shaved again,
brushed my hair, applied a small amount of perfume to my neck and inner thighs;
I pulled on a nice short skirt and white cashmere sweater (without a bra or
panties), and short heeled shoes. I looked quite proper but for my erect
nipples poking out against the sweater. As I drove down the highway, I couldn't
help playing with my clitoris a little; it was so sensitive and my pussy was so
wet. I was ready to do anything David asked.
When I arrived at the resort a bit early, I parked, grabbed my backpack,
and strolled around the grounds. It was a beautiful place, with tennis and
golf, swimming pool and spa, restaurants, and huge gardens with little hidden
gardens inside - a little oasis amid flat, ugly farms. I thought about what I
was doing here and my fantasies before realizing that my pussy juices were
actually dribbling down my inner thighs toward my knees. I wondered if anyone
would notice and ask why my thighs were glistening wet. My pussy felt as if it
was on fire - swollen, hot, and juicy. Then I strolled into a side door of the
hotel, made my way to the enormous lobby and sat with my knees together, in a
cushy chair away from the main entrance, waiting, waiting for everything to
happen.
David didn't come in the main entrance; he was circling the room from
one of the side halls, approaching me, dressed in a smart business suit and
carrying a stack of papers. He sat in a chair just opposite mine and placed his
papers on the table, smiling, so handsome and so sexy with his bright brown
eyes.
"I'm so glad to see you," he started, "You look amazing and so
beautiful. I was here for a meeting and planned to spend the night, but it
turns out my meeting is almost over. Now I've got this terrific suite for the
night and all day to relax." I could see what he had in mind and didn't need to
respond. Instead, I parted my knees and showed him my glistening wet thighs and
drenched pussy. All he could say was: "Holy shit. Umm, I'll meet you in a
half hour," and he stood, tucking his already-obvious boner down into his
underpants. He grabbed his papers and walked away. On the table, he left a
small hotel envelope containing a card key, and the number 204 written on the
outside. I scooped up the card, my backpack, and walked across the lobby to the
elevators, went up to the second floor and found room 204. I let myself in with
the card key.
This "suite" was more than a suite - it was massive, with a living room,
high ceilings, its own hot tub, and huge windows overlooking the golf course.
There was a bottle of champagne in the wet bar's sink, covered with ice. I put
some music on the stereo, undressed, and climbed into the bubbling hot tub. As
I sank into the hot water, I daydreamed about what was to come and began to grow
impatient, but I didn't have long to wait. David came into the suite, his face
red and suit buttoned.
"Hi . . . hi," he said anxiously, "would you like some champagne?" I
didn't. I climbed out of the hot tub and walked toward him, naked, took him in
my arms and kissed him. This time our mouths opened hungrily, and his tongue
felt wonderful against mine. His hands on my bare butt pulled me tight against
his hard cock; he was getting all wet, as was I. I unfastened his belt and
pushed his pants and boxer shorts down. His cock leapt up and nestled against
my wet pussy. I jumped up onto him, and, with one quick move, drove my pussy
down onto his cock. We both moaned loudly, finally realizing the thing that we
had both been longing for weeks. He grabbed my butt and slammed his cock into
me again and again.
Unlike men my age, he had incredible endurance, and fucked my pussy on
the floor, the couch, and the bed, fingering my ass and biting my nipples (and I
did all these to him), and making me cum over and over for nearly an hour before
finally shooting his spermless cum deep inside my pussy. I quickly moved up and
placed my dripping, cum-filled pussy right on his mouth. David licked and
sucked on my pussy and tongued my butt until his face was drenched and I had
come twice more. Then I moved down and licked his face clean, then his cock,
and finally, to be fair, tongued his butt as well, making his cock hard again
and ready for more. We continued to savagely fuck each other until we were, at
least briefly, satisfied. Already, he had become the best lay of my life, and
there was so much more to come. We jumped into our hot tub, cuddling, hugging
and kissing still. He brought the champagne, and we drank deeply from the
bottle. Under the water, our hands were all over each other. His fingers slid
around my nipples and pussy, and my fingers caressed his cock and balls.
"Can we go for a walk through the gardens, take a swim in the outdoor
pool?" I asked. The issue of how discreet we needed to be had yet to be
discussed.
"That's a great idea," he answered, but he understood what I was driving
at. "There are places, especially in town, where we would need to be careful.
We just won't go to those places. We're free to do anything here, now that my
business associates have left; I saw them off earlier. I think it's safe. You
let me worry about that, I just want you to have a great time, okay?"
"Then let's go out," I said. I jumped out of the hot tub and opened my
backpack to get my bikini, and wrap around skirt. I slipped them on and turned
to see David already in his swimsuit and t-shirt. I grabbed my suntan oil, and
we headed outside to enjoy the beautiful day.
We walked through the gardens for a half hour, enjoying brief moments
here and there where we would stop and kiss and our hands would find their way
into each other's swim suits. We came to the pool, which was nearly empty, and
both swam and laid out in the sunshine. However, when I went into the empty
ladies' locker room to pee and found the sauna, I got a naughty idea.
"Come with me," I whispered in David's ear, taking his hand. He grabbed
our things and I led him right into the women's locker room and into the hot
sauna. We started kissing immediately and in seconds our suits were off. David
pushed me up against the hot teak wall and started fucking me again; oh, it felt
so good to be filled by him. I pushed him back, turned around and bent over so
he could fuck me from behind. As his cock plunged into my wet pussy, I felt him
pouring my suntan oil all over my back and ass, rubbing it onto my breasts,
squeezing my nipples. With his free hand, he fingered my butt, and I knew what
I wanted.
"Fuck my ass with that hard cock, please," I begged.
"Oh, god, yes," he said, and placed he head of his cock against my ass.
Slowly, he pushed it in. I was so lubricated with oil that his cock slid into
me with no pain at all; it just felt fantastic, as he fucked my butt faster and
harder. I had entered heaven and discovered it was 115 degrees there. And then
the door opened, and a young brunette woman in a bikini walked in on us.
"Please don't stop for me," she said, "you guys are putting on one hell
of a show." That's all I needed to hear.
"Fuck me, harder, please," I begged, rubbing my clit as David rammed his
cock into my butt. We were both grunting, pounding each other, watching this
young woman watch us, watching her lightly touch her own pussy through her
bikini. I came so loudly, and David came a second later, filling my butt with
cum.
"Wow, that was amazing," the young woman said. I had to agree; it was
great.
"I need the shower," I said to David, and skipped naked out of the
sauna, leaving him with the young brunette. David joined me in the shower a few
minutes later with a big grin and kissed me as we washed each other off. We put
our suits back on, and spent the rest of the afternoon at the pool, soaking up
some rays.
