THE ENCOUNTER



THE ENCOUNTER
She was quivering with anticipation.  She’d never done anything like this
before.  Her husband, she knew, would be away for the night at a conference.
Diane was a 28 year-old receptionist at one of the top hotels in London.  She
had met Craig while her husband was at a dinner meeting at her hotel.  They had
been introduced and both realised immediately that there was going to be no
other option but for them to meet up again in private.  The attraction between
the two of them had been obvious to see.  Her husband, Peter, and Craig had been
sitting at dinner, when there was a telephone call for Craig at reception, where
she was working.  From the first moment she walked over to their table, she
noticed Craig’s eyes watching her every movement.  It was when he smiled that
she knew there was no hope for her.  On the way back from the call he pulled her
to one side, saying, “Hi, you’re Diane, right?  Meet me at this address on
Saturday”.

Her marriage had been rocky for the past few months, mainly due to there being a
lack of spice in their sex life.  It wasn’t her husband’s fault, she told
herself, after all he was working late most nights to close this deal, which
would set them and their 4 year-old daughter up for life.  She knew that she was
doing the wrong thing but somehow that only made it more exciting.  It didn’t
seem like she was betraying her husband, it was more like she was making sure
she was happy until they could resume a more fulfilled sexual relationship.

She heard Craig’s car pull up in the small car park outside the motel room they
had rented.  It was a small, clean room with the bed the obvious centrepiece.
The walls were slightly bare, but a few paintings gave the room a cosy feel.
The candles she had laid out on the bedside tables and on the mantelpiece added
to this mood.  She was surprised to find that her hands were shaking and her
palms sweaty, as she heard the car door close outside.  She had spent an age
deciding what to wear, although she knew it was what was concealed beneath the
clothes that interested Craig.  The tight, short black skirt she wore made her
slim but muscular legs look like those of a model, while the slightly more
casual vest top and shawl, also in black, accentuated her curvaceous figure.
She was definitely in great shape for a woman of thirty and she had had plenty
of practice at how to make it look just right.

“Hey, sexy,” said Craig as he opened the door.  He was a tall man with a shock
of blonde hair atop his hard-set features.  He swiftly took his jacket off to
reveal a toned chest moulding into a tightly wound stomach wrapped in a t-shirt
that was obviously two sizes too small.  He also knew how to make himself look
good, she thought to herself.  She couldn’t help herself but to lick her lips in
anticipation at what was about to happen.  She had thought of nothing else for
the past week.  “Are you alright?” he asked.  “You look a little flushed.”  He
put his hand to her face sending waves of desire through her already over-heated
body.

“I’m fine” she managed to stammer.  “Craig, I need to you promise that what
happens here will never leave this room.  This is just for us to know.”  The
fear of being found out and the pulsating desire coursing through her body made
her breathing heavy.  The only person she had been with in the past 5 years was
her husband.

“You don’t need to worry” he reassured her, kneeling in front of her seated
position on the bed.  He leant in to kiss her and she willingly complied.  Her
body arched as only the second man in five years probed her mouth with his
tongue.  He held the back of her head and pushed his mouth onto hers with
increasing force.

He didn’t have to persuade her for very long – after a few minutes she was
pulling off his t-shirt.  His hands strayed down to her breasts and she gasped
as he grasped her firmly yet somehow exactly how she dreamed of being touched.
He stood back for a moment and took a second look at Diane as she began to
struggle to remove her top, anxiety getting the better of her.  She was quite
short, with a slim but rounded figure.  Her long brunette hair fell onto her
white shoulders as her shirt fell away exposing to Craig her ample breasts
leading down to a slim waist and fairly wide hips.  These hips he then held
tightly as he bent to kiss those sweet breasts.  Her nipples were erect in
seconds.

Within those seconds, he had removed her skirt and smiled to see she was wearing
no underwear.  He could see she was already wet with anticipation and desire.
Fuelled by this, he began to lick the insides of her legs, slowly moving his
tongue up towards her thighs.  She was breathing very heavily now – she couldn’t
have stopped Craig if her husband had walked in at that moment.  She laid back
onto the bed, resigned to the intense sexual arousal she was feeling.  He was
now working his way up the insides of her thighs with his tongue, her pale white
flesh trembling with every movement of his tongue.  He held her thighs with his
hands as he kissed her below her navel.  “Please!  Now!” she cried out.  He
smiled and pressed his lips to her swollen clitoris.  She let out a loud moan as
his tongue explored her most private of parts.  She had never been loved like
this.  She could feel the orgasm creeping up on her as he inserted one, then two
fingers into her.  She moaned as the first wave of orgasm hit her.  Craig sensed
this and began to suck hard on her mound.  Her moans increased as her body
convulsed in waves of adulterous pleasure.

The sweat glistened on her body as Craig stood up.  “God, you look sexy, Diane”
he said, his desire to take her obvious through the wavering in his usually calm
voice.  She looked at Craig.  He was the sort of man she used to dream about as
a child.  His deep, dark brown eyes looked down at her, taking every inch of her
body in.  She held out her hand to him and said, “I want you, Craig”.  It was
this encouragement that Craig had been waiting for and he needed no more.  In
seconds he had virtually ripped off his work trousers and was standing in front
of her naked.

The sight of Craig’s erect manhood, only the second Diane had seen, sent shivers
down her spine.  He moved in towards her, with a determined look on his face.
Her breathing was heavy and laboured, the perspiration running down her face,
her vagina aching for this virtual stranger.  He leant over her, prolonging the
tension between the two of them.  Looking into her eyes, he finally entered her.
He thrust slowly at first, allowing her muscles to get used to the penis that
was exploring their depths.  She locked her legs around his back as he started
to move faster inside her, each thrust bringing her closer to the intense orgasm
she knew was coming, her second in ten minutes.

She let out a little cry as he began to fuck her as hard as he could, she
thought the bedsprings were going to break they were going at it so hard.  With
her first orgasm, she felt as if she was going to crush his cock as her
contractions brought a loud cry from her throat.  Still he kept on thrusting
into her.  She dug her nails into his back as she sensed his nearing climax.
With one final, deep push he came inside her – at the same moment her own sexual
organs climaxed for a second time.  For a few seconds they were locked together,
his pulsing cock tightly held in her contracting vagina.

After a few moments her collapsed onto her, panting as if he had just run a
marathon.  He withdrew his now semi-hard cock from her throbbing womanhood and
lay back onto the bed.  Diane lay beside him, the memories of the wild half an
hour they had just experienced running through her mind.  The memory of this
stranger plunging himself into her while her husband worked to provide a life
for her.  Strangely, she felt nothing resembling guilt for what she had just
done.  The satisfaction her body now felt, that it hadn’t felt for three years,
somehow precluded any negative feelings.  She turned to look at the now sleeping
Craig, the sweat still evident on his slowly rising chest.  She would have to
see this man again, she said to herself.  There was, in fact, still the morning
to look forward to.