The Financial Account Manager

He’s early; I’m still at home. I quickly iron a dress, slick some lipstick on and more eyeliner. Strap on some heels and call an Uber.

In the bar he keeps touching me – nothing odd, just a gentle hand on my back when he goes to the bar to get my drink; a touch on the shoulder when he gets back. His hands on my knees when we move to sit on a couch next to each other.

He has a sadness about him; self deprecating. I am ashamed to say I automatically roll my eyes when he tells me his job. Bad girl. But he is a good conversationalist despite the volume in there and he makes me laugh.

Before we get in the cab back to mine he goes to hold my hand; an intimacy I can’t yet accept, despite a fuck being on the cards. Silly me.


 

We have champagne – because why not, it’s only a Sunday. He inspects my bookshelves, reading out authors and titles. He talks about the theatre, almost asking if I want to accompany him. We attempt to swap glasses – his eyesight is aons better than mine. We both make excuses and go to the loo, by now we have drunk quite a bit. As I return he reaches for me and we start to kiss. Thank god, you know I hate to make the first move.


 

I suggest we continue upstairs – although grappling on the sofa is hot, it’s not quite comfortable enough and I doubt he has condoms in his pocket. I enjoy the feel of his tongue in my mouth, his hands reaching for my knickers and the feel of an urgent erection in his jeans. A thousand times yes. It has been 21 days since my last coitus and I am maddeningly hungry. Reading the entire “50 Shades” series on holiday alone was not a good idea: despite the corny narrative and infantile descriptions I did wank furiously to one scene in the air conditioning-less Ionian heat of the night. It awoke a libido that had been sleeping, and for that IĀ give thanks.

As we turn to go upstairs, he struggles with his crotch and I raise an eyebrow in query. “Kissing you has given me an erection” he admits, and I grin triumphantly.


Upstairs we quickly undress, mouths hot on each other. Almost immediately he goes down on me and I struggle to keep quiet. His technique is exemplary and my craving is sated. My legs flail and I rub against his chin, his lips and his fingers. So close.

I unroll a condom and slide onto his welcoming cock. I present my breasts to him and he takes them in his hands and mouth and oh fuck I’m coming already?

I shudder and look down on him, still grinding. That was splendid.

“Ah you only come if you’re on top? Me too” he laughs. We flip and he drives into me with a staccato movement. It’s good and I enjoy the feeling of his weight on top of me – although ironically he probably weighs less than I do.

And then he decides to spit in my mouth.

The Construction Manager

We’re chatting online and he mentions he’s free this morning – he has an hour before he gets a train back to Manchester. I check my diary and realise my first meeting isn’t until 1 and I can make something up. I know. 

He’s in a hotel not too far away, but my heart is beating hard and fast as I make my way there. 

—-

The signal in the lobby is awful, I tell him I’m here but the message hasn’t delivered. I make a quick dash for the loo, past the old ladies having coffee and the businessmen in a meeting. 

I’m nervous, and feel naughty. This is why people have affairs, isn’t it? 

I spot him outside. He quickly says hello and guides me to the lift. He looks like an actor – his face is full of character and his eyes crackle with mischief. He grins at me. I follow him to the room – comfortable, good sized. I put my bags down and rummage for the condoms. He fusses around the room – there is a chaise longe and a high- ish bed. I take everything in, remembering where it all is should I need to exit quickly. I suggest he puts the “do not disturb” sign on the door. 

I wonder what drives a normally sensible woman to a strangers hotel room on a Thursday morning and then his finger slips my panties aside and I remember how god damned horny I am. 

—-
His body is hard, he works out and I enjoy the tautness of his stomach. The guys I’ve been with recently have not been so gym-defined. 

We grapple on the bed, he wants my tits in his mouth and my mouth swallowing his dick; we writhe until we have a happy medium. I enjoy the fact his balls are covered in blond hair, I can see his ass is as well. I do not normally fuck blondes. 

I grind my pussy into his chin, his stubble really hitting my spot. 

—-

Maybe it is the heat; maybe it is the urgency, maybe I am just ripe. I come with his fingers inside me and his cock in my mouth. My orgasm sets him off and I take his load, remembering he has a thing for seeing it in the mouth before swallowing. I open my mouth and he groans, I roll my tongue with it inside and then swallow. 

——–

I get back to work, my mouth and hands still smell of him. 

The Chef

We meet on an unusually warm Monday after two weeks of flirting. He has arrived first and I offer to find us seats. 

He brings over our drinks and we chat like old friends, he is easy to talk to and there are no awkward gaps in conversation. He is handsome. His eyes are full and brown, I fancy him. But does he like me? His passion for life is infectious; I feel dull in comparison.

I am wearing the bra with the lace panel that fastens around my neck, teamed with my gold choker it looks like it’s part of the necklace. His eyes dart there, to my covered breasts and my knees which are almost touching his. He smiles a lot, and at one relevant point I grab his knee – something about rugby. 

—-

Back at mine he refuses a drink and I wonder how long he has. He has driven me here so he can make a getaway easily. 

He grabs me suddenly and we kiss hungrily. He is delicious. I feel the tightness of his cock in his jeans and his hands grab my butt. I suggest we go upstairs. 

—-

We kiss again on the bed, he parts my legs and licks the inside of my thigh. I need the loo but I’m too embarrassed to tell him. I don’t want to break the spell. He goes for it, his tongue and beard darting around my pussy. It has been so long I want to cry. I take off my dress and he comments on the bra, saying he wondered what it was. 

—-

I pull his trousers down and work his cock out of his pants, it’s a good size and semi hard. He smells good and I love having him in my mouth. He pulls my hair hard, but not violently- as we discussed. I feel him grow soft and pull out from me, he sucks and pulls my nipples and I feel him get harder again. He pulls me on top of him and I slide up and down the length of his cock without him even entering me. I come like that, reminded of the intense dry humping I did with my first boyfriend under his poster of the Red Hot Chilli Peppers with their cocks in tube socks. 

—-

I pass him a condom and he slides straight inside me, pumping hard on top of me, trying different angles until he hits the spot and grunts into my ear. 

He rolls off me and silently I will him not to leave immediately. 

We lie there sweating and he says I should get a fan and I wonder if there is one up in the loft that my ex left behind. His toes touch mine, and I flinch, thinking its a mistake. He does it again and I realise he likes it. I wonder exactly how fucked up I am to wish him to stay here all night and hold me in his arms. 

—-

We are chatting but then there is an uncomfortably long silence. I wonder if we can survive it. My mind is blank. He is grinning ear to ear so I ask him about his recent visit to a swingers night. 

As he describes the scenarios I feel myself get wetter, I want to be there with him experiencing it too. He asks me why I’ve never done it and I mumble something about not wanting to go alone. 

—-

I am lying on my front now, wondering if this is it. He will get up soon and leave. But he snakes a hand somehow through my legs and starts to finger my pussy. I tell him it’s a magic finger and he laughs, I arch my back to let him in further. We are kissing again and oh god it’s round two I quickly realise. This time he comes all over my breasts, great warm spurts of cum which I rub into them and boy do I feel like a pornstar. 

He asks me the time and we work out he’s been here for two hours. We kiss as he leaves and I taste my pussy on him. 

I want him again already.