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He began undoing the clasps of his gold watch, his warm cologne lingering sensually in the air. I stretched across the silk, fitted, white sheets… lounging in my lingerie and reveling in the clean, stunning, hotel room we were in. The balcony windows displayed the expansive views of the San Diego skyline; we were high in the air and high in lustful sensations after following this stranger up to his room.
The sound of his watch dropping onto the bedside table broke me out of my skyline trance and I turned my head to face him.
“I normally don’t do this, especially with a stranger.” I murmur.
“And neither do I.” He replies, undoing his belt, and giving me a charming side smile as takes off his shirt and pants.
I look back toward the skyline and grin, allowing myself to simply enjoy this moment. I am often in high-stress situations, whether it’s taking care of my kids- all ranged in ages, or handling my many duties as a multitasking assistant. It’s difficult sometimes, more difficult than one imagines, to just relax and enjoy. I am also sometimes harder on myself than I should be, in all regards; whether it be about how my body is changing as I’m getting older, or learning to love myself once again, after moving into the new stage of life. I decided today to imagine, to even trick my mind if I had to, into believing that I am beautiful. I must start knowing it. Life is too short for me to be so self-conscious.
He crawls into the bed with me and begins kissing my ankle and legs, savoring the sensation of my skin against his lips. I throw my head back, getting shivers from his touch and basking in the attention I’m receiving.
“What did you say your name was again?” He pops his head out from between my legs, smiling cheekily. “Annabelle.” I reply, grinning. “And yours?”
“Ethan. You looked so beautiful in the bar downstairs… I just had to ask you back to my room”, he murmurs, getting back to kissing and fondling my legs and thighs. His lips move upwards, as my self-conscious thoughts drift away… his lust and hunger driving them out of my mind. He begins to spread my legs apart on the beautiful hotel room sheets, kissing and sucking between my legs as I grow wetter and wetter. He begins giving me oral, in the exact way I love it. I used to be too self-conscious to let a man eat me out, being unable to let myself truly receive. But not anymore. I moaned and gasped, squeezing his hair and he mounted more pressure and went faster against my clit. Almost to orgasm, I lift his head upwards.
“Fill me up.” I seductively command, and without a moment’s notice he’s on top of me, squeezing and sucking on my nipples, hard as a rock. His cologne ignites my senses, I loved the pressure of his body on top of mine, worshipping my curves. I feel his throbbing cock push into me, my wetness making him moan in euphoria. I begin kissing his neck, toying my tongue in his ear as we build together in orgasm. He is huge in me, his thickness making me feel stretched and electrified. We moan, faster and harder, building and building until… we cum together, shaking and embracing within the dim hotel room.
After a few moments, we look deeply into each other’s eyes. “I love playing with you like this.” I whisper.
“Me too. I love you…my gorgeous wife. Or should I say, Annabelle.” He naughtily laughs. He reaches to the side table drawer and takes out our wedding rings, handing the sparkling one to me after our fun little ‘stranger hook up roleplay’.
“I love you, too, my sexy husband. Ethan and Annabelle will have to meet up another time.” I wink.