A Stocking Encounter

"We just caught up on some things," she said with a slight smile.

Her hand nonchalantly moved to her garter and felt the plastic credit card like shape tucked securely in there. She couldn't believe he had given her his room key. It was a confident move on his part. The question was looming in the back of her mind as to whether she would like to pursue this avenue tonight. She knew she wanted to, however, could she bring herself to morally do it?

Dinner for her was a disaster in every way. The food turned out to be atrocious, the conversation nonexistent, and the atmosphere too quiet and uncomfortable. The straw that broke the camel's back came when the husband announced that they had better get going so they could make it home in time to catch SportsCenter, and then he had plans on trying out a new sexual move on his trophy wife that he heard from one of his golfing buddies. She had enough!

With that she stood up and barked loudly so that the entire restaurant could hear, "Eff you asshole. I'm not some mail order bride that came to you years ago so you could order me around and treat like shit. I'm your wife and this was supposed to be our anniversary dinner that celebrated our wonderful years of marriage. Obviously you don't respect me enough anymore to treat me as such. Have fun jerking yourself off to SportsCenter! I'm going to spend the night at a friend's house, dickhead!"

And with that she stormed away from the table and exited the restaurant looking for the restroom. A few of the busboys chortled, while the rest of the restaurant cliental and wait staff clapped wildly for her outburst, including the scandally dressed hostess. The dickhead husband received verbal booing and dirty looks from people closely seated in proximity to him. After cleaning herself up from the few tears that happened to fall, and getting her blood pressure back under control, she pulled out the room key card from her garter and decided that there was nothing stopping her now. She wanted and needed someone to treat her the way she ought to be treated. She had needs and was damn well going to make sure they would be met tonight.

As the elevator came to a stop on the fifteenth floor, she took a deep breath, stepped off and turned right toward room fifteen oh seven. It was about fifty feet down the hall on the right hand side. She stopped at the door and nervously thought whether she should be doing this. It was all or nothing. She stuck the card in the key strip and waited for the light to flash green before proceeding into the room. The first thing she noticed was the lush scent of roses protruding from somewhere in the room. Secondly, she noticed that the room was quite chilly. It gave her goosebumps and sent her nipples into an erect state. The last thing she observed was the layout of the room. This room was obviously a suite, because she was standing in the living area taking in the sights of the mini bar, 52 inch plasma television affixed to the wall, the recliner and extra long sofa bed. Somewhere down the hall must be the bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she again felt nervous about the idea of doing this. As she made her way down the short hallway, her nervousness transferred to a faint wave of anxiousness. The door to the bedroom was partially cracked, showing a faint amount of light in the room. As she pushed it inward, she noticed the soft white sheets on the king-size bed, to the left side of the room, were neatly turned down for the night. Past the bed was a small coffee table and two chairs. Directly facing the bed was another plasma television—though this one was significantly smaller. Next to the television was a closed door which she figured was the bathroom. Before she knew what was happening, she felt someone pop out from behind the bedroom door and grab her gently from behind. It was him and his body was on top of her in an instant. He was naked except for his Ralph Lauren suit pants being on. She instantly picked up the Davidoff Cool Water cologne scent that had been sprayed onto his face and chest. The sensual scent placed her engines into overdrive. From behind her, his hands reached around her front and began fondling her already erect nipples. His mouth was caressing her neck with heavy kisses.

He whispered, "I'm so happy you decided to come tonight to this room. We're both going to remember this forever."

All her fears and anxiety melted away. She marveled in the moment. His left hand slid away from her breast and inched itself down her stomach and toward her crotch. Instinctively, she reached around behind her and felt for the loin that she so desperately craved before. Enjoying his kisses on her neck, and now his sucking of her earlobe, she fumbled with his zipper of his pants and cascaded it southward. Her hand snaking into the hole and found what she wanted more than anything right now. She pulled him out and began to slowly jerk him off. Her breathing was heavy and concentrated. She took notice that he was also not wearing any underwear. The smile on her lips formed. He hadn't changed from high school either.

His right hand moved up to her mouth and he inserted his index finger into it for her to suckle. She had no problem with it, nor did she object to his left hand unfastening her dress at the shoulder and unzipping it before letting it slide to the floor. Aside from her 4-inch heels, nude stockings, emerald green garter belt, and her aquamarine pearl necklace, she was nude. His right finger that was spending time in her mouth now trailed down between her legs to perform its magic. His other hand was stroking her left stocking leg. He couldn't have been more turned on at this moment. As she spread her legs slightly and allowed him access to her goodies, he took full advantage to delve into her wetness that she had. Excitedly, she stroked him harder. A full set of moans exited her lips and made him know that she liked his exploration process. His left hand retreated from her stocking and joined his right hand in parting her lips wide. He slowly made circular motions on her love nub again. The coldness on her skin from the room was now transferring into waves of heated passion. She was getting worked up in every sense and enjoying it tremendously. He was good with his hands, but better with his fingers. He knew what he was doing and his experience made all the world of difference. As she began to get that jittery feeling between her legs that told her that a climax was not far behind, he stopped cold. He bent her over doggiestyle while she was still standing so she was looking up between her own legs at how enormous he was. With a quick unbuttoning of his pants, they slid to the floor effortlessly. She could see he was shaved clean all around, except for a small patch at the base of his shaft. In his hand she could see one of the many condoms that he had purchased earlier that day from the corner store. She was excited to see how he would begin this act of sex.

He slowly edged the tip of himself toward the moistness that was raining down from between her legs. He teased her first by sliding the entire length of himself past her honey hole toward her nub—slightly grazing both. Feeling this anticipating motion made her quiver and shudder with pleasure. A few more times he repeated this action just to tease her and lube himself up with her wetness.

She had enough, and moaned, "God, please stick it in me! I want it so badly."

Her command gave him the okay to proceed. The tip of the condom slowly came in contact with her dripping lips. As it carefully pushed itself past the threshold of innocence, and into adultery, she felt his gaping girth part her tight entryway and deliver a satisfaction that was unlike anything she experienced in the past 10 years. Joyful moans came instantaneously as she relished with pleasure. His length kept pushing into her wetness deeper and deeper. She couldn't believe how well-in-doubt he was. She was loving every inch of him. It felt so good to be filled up like this again. As he fully entered her, he stopped for a second to give her a chance to accept everything that was there.

"Oh my God. Ohhhh...now I want you to sex it up and show me how it works," she grunted.

Like a flame that ignites a cigarette on a cold night, he suddenly came alive and found a contrite rhythm that showed her waves of pleasure. His patterned movements had her moaning loudly as she was bent over. He was working his manhood like a handheld saw determined excavate a tree limb. In and out he rocked, on the balls of his feet. She was thoroughly enjoying what he was giving her.

"Harder...c'mon, give it to me harder...oh yes, deeper...oh my God, yes!" she would bellow.

Responding to her every whim he pleased her accordingly. His hands pawing at her ass for leverage and grip, as she continued to urge him on. As she began to get close, she reached underneath him and grasped his balls in her left hand and fondled them. In return he licked his thumb getting it wet and slowly inserted it into her anus.

"Ooooooo...yes, you certainly like to play dirty there stallion," she cooed.

Her breathing quickened and her moaning changed into a screaming as she reached the beginning of her long orgasm. The feeling of her fingers massaging his balls felt great to him, but it was nothing compared to her screams of pleasure. He couldn't believe how loud she had gotten.

"Oh my God...yes, yes, yes...oh yes...oh it feels incredible. Yessssssssss...oh yes. Harder! Give it to me...oh yessssss! Ohhhhhhhh yesssssssss! Don't stop. Oh my God, you're terrific! Yesssss!" was all she said.

It was certainly enough for him. Hearing a woman become that vocal and express her feelings aloud was exactly what sent him over the edge. He tore off the rubber and moaned loudly himself.

"Ohhhh my God...ohhh here it comes...ohhhhhhhhhhh."

He emptied his milky contents all over her back and ass cheeks. He was completely besides himself with glorious pleasure. He remembered back to the days of their sexscapades and didn't recall her ever being this vocal. As he watched his semen trickle down the backs of her nylons, he was filled with a satisfaction that he had not felt in a long time. She stood up and faced him, kissing him deeply with her tongue.

"God, I haven't been bent over like that and in such a long time," she said slyly to him.

"Neither have I," he joked, slapping her ass causing the semen to spray in different directions.

They both made their way over to the bed and collapsed in it. She kicked off her shoes before getting under the sheets.

They embraced, intertwined in a couple's manner, kissing and enjoying each others' company. They both realized how badly they missed each other. While she had just committed adultery, she was glad it was with someone she knew and cared about from her past. She needed to be sexed a little, and he definitely did it well. She was hoping that that wasn't the extent of what he had. After a bit more fondling, kissing, and talking they fell asleep in each others arms. Just after 1am, he woke to find that she had stolen the covers from him. He admired the beauty that was lying next to him and lifted up the sheet to see her lingerie she still wore. He quickly became aroused again.

While she slept on her back, he slid under the covers and slowly made his way south—so as not to disturb her from her slumber. Once he got to her nipple on her left breast, he caressed and serenaded it with his tongue. She would later tell him that his tongue never felt so good. She compared it to a light sandpaper texture—not to rough, but not to subtle. As he kissed and licked his way down, she never stirred from her sleep. He kissed her and passionately stroked her inner thigh until she moved and tried to roll over. He held her lightly and prevented this from happening. She awoke very gracefully and took notice of where he was.

Smiling, she said, "I was hoping you weren't done with me yet!"

In between licks, he managed to get out, "No, I was just getting warmed up."

His sandpaper-like tongue flicked its way down to her sweet spot. As he focused himself on that one special area, his middle finger slowly made its way inside her and began rocking back and forth. She tilted her head back into the pillow and closed her eyes. Moments later she was moaning and panting like a dog to catch her breath. His tongue gently made its rounds to her outer lips and even into her aroused hole. While it felt good for her, it gave her a chance to catch her breath. Instantly, he found her most sensitive spot again and flicked it a couple of times.

"Ahhhh...Ooooo...Ahhhhhh!" she purred—"You're such a tease. Don't leave me in suspense!"

He didn't like taking commands from anyone, but knew he wanted to fully please her again in a way that would get her screaming again in utter and divine pleasure. As his mouth and tongue went to work again, he incorporated another finger into her gaping hole—rocking it back and forth. Her moans of enjoyment turned into lasting waves of light squeals, before transferring into screams of ecstasy. He managed to get in three fingers before she burst into a sea of panting and vocal domination. He was so incredibly aroused that without thinking of it, he plunged himself into her—forgetting about a condom. She was unaware of what he did as she receptively begged him to pound her harder. He had no problem complying with her waking demand. She was screaming at the top of her lungs again with sheer pleasure. As her lasting orgasm subsided, he took another gamble with her and grabbed her hand.

As he guided her hand down to her wetness, he beckoned her to masturbate while he had his way with her. He wanted nothing more than to see her get off for him as he pounded her furiously. She happily complied and took charge of entertaining herself between her legs. With her nylon-laced legs spread on both sides of him, the view of himself entering and exiting her, the sight of her C-cup breasts bounding wildly in all directions, and her mouth cascading open to breathe through, he felt his blood beginning to boil and that tightness creeping in his balls. He suddenly took notice of the fact that he was "unprotected" and didn't know what her birth control method of choice was. With a scary feeling in mind, he flung himself out of her and immediately killed his near explosion of semen. As he balanced himself in front of her, she picked her head up to see what had happened. She noticed immediately that he wasn't strapped with anything.

Her eyes burst open in fear, "You didn't do it yet did you? It's been so long since my husband and I had sex that I went off the pill about a year and a half ago."

He shook his head from side to side in relief. She too spilled her sense of relief with a "whew".

He located the family pack of condoms in the nightstand next to the complimentary Bible given to the hotel by the Mormons. She had to laugh at the size of this box. Forty-eight rubbers sat awaiting their chance to help this guy enjoy himself.

"Here, let me help you with that," she politely said to him.

She took it and placed it in her mouth and lowered her head onto his erect head and shaft. Slowly and carefully she applied it to him using only the talents of her mouth and tongue. He was again fully aroused by something else he discovered she could do.

"An old trick I learned in college with some of my sorority sisters at this Halloween Party," she winked at him.

He was amazed not only by that, but of her talents to perform fellatio on him. She was the best he had ever had! She worked her mouth and hands in succinct motions—and on occasion, she went for it all and deep-throated him. He couldn't believe the satisfaction he was receiving from her methods. All this, and he was still sportin' the condom. As he came close again, he pulled out of her mouth and showed her he was ready with a wink and his killer smile. She understood and assumed the position of doggiestyle. He knelt behind her guided her back into him. Both of his hands were clasped to her nylons again feeling the silky material. He loved the sensation! What he didn't know was that she eased herself back onto him and grunted with a different sense of pleasure.

She exclaimed, "Oh my God...you want to give this a whirl now. Okay...I haven't done this in a while, but let's go with it."

His gaze left her sexy legs and noticed he was plunging deep into her, but this was a tighter and different feeling. This was anal. His eyes shot open hugely. The feeling was intense. It was tighter than he thought it would ever be. His smile lit up and he slammed into her harder and harder. She became more and more into it and enjoyed the newfound satisfaction that it provided for her. The head of his cock was massaging her G-spot in a stimulating way. As she relished the feeling, her left hand extended between her legs and began massaging his balls again. This time he was the one that was letting out the groans of pleasure and enjoyment. Never had he felt something so tight and satisfying. Her hand slid closer toward her as she found her sweet spot again and massaged it to the sounds of his moans. With feelings of immense happiness and pleasure, her blood began to explode again emitting shrieks of pleasure. She masturbated quicker and got off to the sound of the clapping of both their bodies slapping against each other. It was so damn erotic. The feeling of her hand alone sent her right over the edge again.

"Holy shit...Oooooooo...Yessss!...Ohhhhhh...here it comes...Ohhhh, yes. This feels so effing great. Oooooooooooooooo, OH MY GOD! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!! Ohhhhhhh..."

As she bit her lip during the conclusion of her immense orgasm, she felt it continue in a new and different way. Her G-spot was so stimulated, that she was gonna pop again. A better wave of excitement came over her as she collapsed facedown into her pillow to drown out the vulgarities that escaped her mouth during this orgasm. She was shooting straight for heaven on a miracle rocket that was in the shape of his cock.

When he could stand the feeling of coming and going from her anus no more, he pulled out and tore the condom from his bulging manhood. She instantly knew he was about to spew, and turned over on her back. He closed his eyes and shot a bigger and a more hearty load all over her stockings. The grunting and groaning that escaped his lips showed her that it had been worth the call to try out anal lovin' with him.

As sweat trickled down his face and he ultimately collapsed next to her in bed, she smiled at him and began biting his ear and licking his lobe. She kissed him on his chest and nuzzled him again down there to tease him.

"So how many more of those condoms would you like to use on me tonight, darling," she whispered.

He smiled daringly, "It all depends on what type of sex you're up for. How about we order some room service first to replace the energy that was spent here tonight?"

"Besides", he coyly remarked, "you're going to need to wash your stockings off and let them dry before our next round. At least that's the way I see it, babe!"

She smiled and French kissed him deeply.

As they made their way to the shower, they got lost in themselves again and delayed their food request to room service. When they were done, he treated her to breakfast down at the five-star restaurant, at the same table, in the same seat she sat in the prior night. He took the seat next to her so he could playfully find ways to tease her again in front of a whole new audience of breakfast-goers—and she loved it!