Playing Away

Rob and I had been lovers for almost five years, but in all that time
we had never spent a single night together.

Of course, he was married, and he was also my boss. This made things
kind of awkward, but it did also make work much more interesting, at
least in the early days… However, recently things seemed to have
become a little stale between us – I wanted us to spend more time
together, stereotypical mistress that I am, but we were both busy at
work and he seemed more interested in playing golf than in paying
illicit visits to my house.

So when the opportunity finally arose to spend some time with him away
from work, of course I grasped it firmly with both hands. We were both
chosen to go to a two day conference at the other end of the country
with three of our colleagues, and because it was so far away we would
have to spend two nights there. Heaven… unless of course he decided to
get together with someone else while we were there. One of the worst
parts about being a married man’s other woman is that you can never
trust the bastard unless he’s right there in front of you - preferably
on his knees.

Maybe I should tell you about us?

Right from the first day I met Rob – which was the day he interviewed
me for my job – I knew he was going to be special. I never stopped
thinking about him. Every time I spoke to him, my heart would pound
and my mouth would get dry. I dreamed about him almost every night.
However, it was when he started driving me to work that the sparks
really started to fly. Before long we were spending all of every
journey flirting, and we knew intimate details of each other’s sex
lives. I knew his wife hated giving blow jobs. He knew my husband (now
my ex-husband) was seeing someone else and I wasn’t getting any sex
apart from with my vibrator. And so the scene was set. He took a
detour down a quiet country road one night on the way home, parked up,
and kissed me more deeply and passionately than I had ever been kissed
before. Even now I get wet when I think about it…

The weeks before the conference were torture. Day after day of going
to work, seeing those sexy blue eyes and broad muscular shoulders
across the room, and counting the minutes until we could be alone
together. All the time my brain was working overtime, trying to plan
our liaison. Would things work out? How would I find out what room he
was in without arousing my colleagues’ suspicion? How could we sneak
off together at the end of the evening without anyone noticing? Would
we attract attention by falling asleep during the conference sessions?

Finally the big day arrived. I was driving to the accommodation with
one colleague while Rob took the other two girls in his car. And yes,
I was paranoid about that too. I’ve been with Rob for long enough to
know that he’s more than capable of multitasking while he drives. The
journey took around five hours and it went so slowly I began to think
the clock in the car had stopped, although I had to smile inwardly
when I saw a roadside sign announcing that our destination was 69
miles away. Hmm, there was something to consider for later…

With around ten miles to go, I saw a familiar-looking car in my mirror
– but before I had time to react, he came streaking past us. I wasn’t
going to stand for that. Driving like a maniac, and with my colleague
screaming alongside me, I slammed my foot down and went after him.
There’s nothing like a high-speed chase to get a girl’s heart racing.
Well, almost nothing…

So part one of the operation worked perfectly – I followed him, we all
arrived together and I checked in to my room straight after Rob
checked into his, making sure I overheard what room number the
receptionist said as she handed over his key. And if there’s a God of
Adulterous Liaisons, he was surely smiling down on us – we were put in
the same block while all our colleagues got rooms in a different part
of the building. This was going to be easy.

I managed to stay in my own room for about 90 seconds before
temptation got the better of me and I headed up the stairs. As I
knocked on Rob’s door, I could hear him talking on his mobile – that
cosy little domesticated “I got here safely” call, no doubt. He let me
in while he was still talking.

“What? No, it was just someone at the door.”

“Yes, fine.”

“I won’t.”

“See you later.”

A small part of me was triumphant. He didn’t say he loved her.

And here I was, sitting on his bed.

He put the mobile down and smiled his gorgeous, sexy grin at me. God,
I love that smile. It’s the main reason I’d never be able to break up
with him. Still smiling, he walked over to the bed, where I was trying
to stop my heart from jumping out of my T-shirt, and sat down beside
me. Feeling the warmth of his huge muscular body, I leaned against his
shoulder and sighed contentedly before turning my face up towards his.
For what felt like the first time in months, we allowed ourselves one
long, slow, passionate kiss, just like that first one all those years
ago, and he certainly hadn’t lost his touch.

As his tongue softly explored my mouth, he leaned back and pulled me
down on top of him. I’m pretty small so he’s always been able to put
me exactly where he wants me. I felt his huge hands working their way
inside the back of my T-shirt and unhooking my bra, then they came
around the front to finish the job off. Obligingly I lifted my arms so
that he could remove my top. I felt the familiar surge of adrenaline I
always get when I’m undressed in front of him. I shivered with
anticipation and leaned forward; he raised his head and took my nipple
in his mouth, alternately sucking and nibbling it until it stood to
attention, before moving across to the other one. My tits had been
aching for this all day. Shifting slightly on top of him, I could feel
his prick growing hard through his jeans. God, if our workmates could
see us now…

Oh shit - workmates! We were supposed to be meeting them for a drink!

“We have to go downstairs.”

“Why?”

“We’re meant to be going for a drink, remember?”

“Shit, yeah. We’d better postpone this until later.”

So, there was going to be a later, then. I could hardly wait.

***

I don’t know how we managed to get through that long, long evening.
Now that I had the taste of him in my mouth, I just wanted more, and I
was sure he felt the same. But we had to spend hours sitting just
inches apart in the bar, making small talk with our colleagues and
chatting to other people who were arriving for the conference. Despite
yawning ostentatiously several times, I couldn’t make anyone suggest
that we all went to bed, and I certainly wasn’t about to raise the
subject as I would be sure to turn bright red and look incredibly
guilty.

After what seemed like an eternity, people began to drift away to
their rooms and we agreed that it was time to turn in for the night. I
for one didn’t want to stay in that bar a moment longer. So Rob and I
said our goodnights to the others and headed off down the corridor to
our block while they all went in the opposite direction. I silently
congratulated my hypothetical God again on his excellent planning –
here we were, walking brazenly off towards a night of unbridled
passion, and nobody was turning a hair.

We reached the door to my room first. I glanced up at him and raised
an eyebrow, questioning. He didn’t need to be asked twice. Without
saying a word, he followed me into the dark room and quietly locked
the door behind him. He leaned back against the counter, took me into
his arms, and began to kiss my mouth and neck.

“It’s been far too long.”

“Mmm.”

“What would you like me to do to you?”

“This is just fine.”

“Anything else?”

“I’m sure you can think of something – although I did see a road sign
earlier that gave me some ideas…”

As he began to remove my top, my hands were frantically unbuttoning
his shirt, and when I felt the points of my nipples touching his warm,
naked flesh for the first time, my knees almost buckled with the
thrill.

“I want you so much. Look – I can hardly stand up.”

“Come and lie down then.”

We moved over towards the bed and he began to remove my jeans in that
expert way of his. I, as usual, fumbled with his belt before
struggling to unfasten his button. He laughed softly.

“You need some practice.”

“I know. You need to give me some.”

“I intend to.”

By now I could see his erection holding his boxers out in front of
him. Boxers were something I didn’t have a problem removing, and as
he’d already taken charge of my thong, I saw no reason to let them
stay in my way a moment longer than necessary.

“Mmm. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about your cock today?”

“How many?”

“Just once. For about ten hours.”

“Turn round.”

He turned me round so that he was standing behind me, and softly bit
the nape of my neck before gently pushing my shoulders forward towards
the bed. My arms went out instinctively, and so there I was,
presenting my ass to him like a gift. He always loved to do me from
behind, and tonight was going to be no exception. As his hard cock
entered me, I heard him groan quietly. Whenever we make love, that
first moment of entry feels so good that I always want to capture it
forever.

As Rob thrust himself in and out of me, he moved us so that we were
facing the full-length mirror on the wall next to the bed. Now this
was getting interesting.

“Have you ever watched yourself before?”

“Not with someone else.”

“Would you like to?”

“Mmmm.”

In fact, this had been one of my fantasies for a while. I’d always
enjoyed masturbating in front of a mirror but I’d never had the chance
to watch myself being fucked. My hands were pressed up against the
cold glass of the mirror but the sight of Rob behind me, combined with
the feeling of his hot dick inside me while his balls gently slapped
against my pussy, was a real turn on, and I pushed myself towards him
eagerly, wanting every inch.

“Take me to bed. Fuck me hard.”

I make a lot of noise when I’m really horny, and I was getting carried
away. God only knows what the guy in the next room was thinking.
Still, Rob obliged and moved me back towards the bed, withdrawing
himself reluctantly so that I could lie down.

“Isn’t this a bit conventional?”

“Not for us. We don’t usually screw in bed.”

This was true. Previous locations had included my sofa, Rob’s car, the
stairs in my house, Rob’s office, and on one memorable occasion, my
kitchen.

So to make love with him in the dark, at night, in bed, was an amazing
new experience, and as he re-entered me I almost came with the
excitement and the intimacy of being here with him. I could sense that
he was getting close too, and we began to fuck each other harder,
groaning, kissing, biting at each other until we could stand no more.
Just before his cock emptied itself deep inside me, I came too,
ecstatic in the knowledge that I was the only one who mattered to him
right then.

As he lay on top of me, heavy, spent and exhausted, I couldn’t stop
myself smiling.

***

Half an hour or so later, I was aware of Rob stirring beside me. We
had been sleeping lightly, his arms around me, my back nestled into
his chest. Now, however, his fingers began to stroke my breasts
lightly and I felt him nuzzle the top of my head. As I became more
conscious, I realised that he was erect again, and something made me
remember that road sign. I turned and kissed him tenderly before
moving my mouth slowly down his body.

Until I met Rob, I had no idea how much I could enjoy giving head.
Every time my ex would try to persuade me to do it, I would invent
excuses until he stopped asking. But Rob’s cock tasted so good, I
couldn’t get enough, and I loved to listen to him moan as I swirled my
tongue around him.

“Mmm. You’re so good at that.”

“Mmm.” (My mouth was, as you’ll appreciate, a little occupied at this
point.)

“Oh yeah. Suck it.”

But I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. I’ve always been a bit of a
tease… Lifting my head slightly, I looked up at him and, as my eyes
met his, I licked his shaft slowly from base to tip before lightly
swirling my tongue around its swollen end. I could taste myself on
him, and it was driving me crazy. Slowly I lowered my head again and
began to take more of him into my mouth.

He reached down towards me, and I realised that he was trying to turn
me around so that he could reach my pussy with his mouth. I
congratulated myself on having shaved that morning, just in case. I
know he loves it to be smooth so that he can feel how wet and slippery
he makes it, and it was certainly getting that way now. As his tongue
caressed my clit for the first time, I felt as though all the blood in
my body was rushing towards that one little spot.

“Oh God, that’s good. Right there.”

“Don’t stop.”

I always forget that I can’t talk and suck cock at the same time!
Still, my hand was working itself up and down his lovely firm shaft
and I could feel his excitement growing to the point of no return. Not
liking to disappoint, I bent my head back towards him and began to
suck harder, taking as much as I could into my mouth before pulling
back and teasing his knob with my tongue. Impatient, he began to
thrust himself into my face, and one hand reached down and gripped the
back of my head. All the while my own climax was building up inside
me. As his tongue continued to explore my dripping cunt, I sucked and
stroked even harder, squeezing his balls gently with my free hand. I
felt his skin rippling as his orgasm approached…

“Oh yes! Yes! That’s it! That’s so good!”

I love that moment when he climaxes, when he’s completely at my mercy.
However, I couldn’t enjoy it for too long before my impatient pussy
started to demand some more attention. I allowed him a few seconds’
recovery time, then edged my groin closer to his face.

“Eat me.”

He never turns that invitation down, and now that he was satisfied, he
could devote his whole attention to my aching pussy. He moaned softly
as he flicked my clit with his tongue, but I was almost ready to
scream the building down. Rob always seems to be able to sense when
I’m about to cum, and he has this way of just holding his tongue still
on my clit, putting me in a kind of breath-holding suspended
animation… before he licks again and sends me tumbling over the edge.
And I was definitely heading for the edge now. My hips arched up
towards his mouth, wanting him just to move his tongue, just move it
again, please… He relented and gave my clit what it wanted. I didn’t
care if the whole city heard me as my body exploded.

“Oh yes! YES! Oh fuck, YEAH! That’s it!”

As the waves of pleasure began to subside, my body relaxed and I laid
my head on his thigh, my face nestled in his dark springy pubes. I
wondered if we’d be able to sleep like this. Sadly, I soon had my
answer.

“I’m going to have to go. This bed’s too small for both of us to sleep
in.”

“Okay. If you must.”

Damn! I still wouldn’t be spending the night with him. But this had
been amazing, and there was always tomorrow…

***

The next day was one of the longest of my life. Under normal
circumstances, I would have been listening intently to all the
lectures and seminars, but with Rob sitting alongside me I was finding
it extremely hard to concentrate. I kept having flashbacks to the
previous night, and shifting in my seat as I thought about how good
his mouth had felt on my cunt. By lunchtime, I had thought about it so
much that I had to make my excuses and head for the bathroom. But,
although I got enough relief to see me through the afternoon, it just
wasn’t the same without him.

That evening there was a formal conference dinner with a 70’s theme. I
had been planning my outfit for weeks, and it seemed to pay off. When
I arrived in my tight leather pants, high heeled boots and sheer black
patterned top, he looked me up and down appreciatively. I wondered if
he could see my red and black lacy bra through the top – but he’d be
seeing it soon anyway, I hoped…

I amused myself through the evening by drinking wine, dancing and
taking photographs of my colleagues in ridiculous 70’s poses. Digital
cameras are such a fabulous invention – these pictures would be great
to email round my friends in the office when we got back! As the DJ
played the third Bee Gees record of the night, though, I left the
dance floor and sat back down next to Rob.

“I had to clean all the handprints off the mirror in my room this
morning. I thought the cleaning lady might object.”

He grinned that grin again.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. In fact, I’m quite happy to do the same again tomorrow
morning, if I need to.”

“You might. Unless we can think of something else to do.”

“I’m sure we can. What time does this thing finish?”

“Soon, I hope.”

***

It was late when we finally returned to our accommodation – the dinner
had been held in a different part of town and the ride back, sitting
next to a guy dressed as John Travolta who’d pushed onto the bus in
front of Rob and stolen his seat, seemed to take forever. Rob caught
up with me as I walked towards my room.

“You tired?”

“I’m not too tired, if that’s what you mean.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

I couldn’t get the key in the door fast enough. As soon as it shut
behind us, he pulled me to him and we kissed ravenously, my hands
clutching at his shoulders and his squeezing my leather-clad ass. He
always said that was one of my best features. I began to unbutton his
shirt, licking and nibbling at his chest as it revealed itself to me.
As he pulled his arms out of the sleeves, I quickly removed my own top
so that he could enjoy the view of my breasts in their new lacy
underwear.

We stood for a moment, each taking in the view.

“You really are very sexy.”

“It takes one to know one.”

As his hands squeezed my tits, I moaned and slid my fingers down
through the wiry hair on his belly to his jeans. This time they came
undone easily, and I gasped as I looked down and saw the size of his
erection.

“Oh my God. That thing is just begging me to sit on it.”

“Go ahead – I won’t complain.”

But I wanted to make him wait – at least for a while. I bent my knees
and worked my way slowly to the floor, dragging my tongue down his
chest and belly as I descended. Kneeling in front of him, I took his
prick in my mouth and began to lubricate it with my tongue. As I
worked, I became aware of him moving above me, leaning sideways as
though he was reaching for something. I looked up, still holding his
swollen cock between my lips.

Oh Jesus.

He had my camera in his hands, and he was pointing it straight at my
face.

But what the hell. We didn’t get chances like this very often, so I
wasn’t going to complain. In fact, I was finding the idea of being
photographed a huge turn-on, and while Rob clicked away, I found
myself brazenly staring into the lens as I stroked and tongued his
cock. Time after time the camera flashed, and I felt hot, slutty and
incredibly sexy. These particular photos would not be finding their
way into my workmates’ inboxes!

“I thought you wanted to sit on it.”

“I do.”

I stood up and we moved over to the bed, removing our remaining
clothing as we went. He sat down and I climbed on top, straddling him
and pushing him backwards. I groaned as I impaled myself on him. The
photos had made me really horny, and I wanted to fuck him senseless.
Twisting and squirming around on his cock, I leaned forward and
presented my nipple to his mouth. He sucked it greedily for a while
before a thought seemed to occur to him and he stopped.

“How adventurous are you feeling?”

“Why? What have you got in mind?”

“Open the curtains.”

I considered this for a moment. We were on the ground floor, and
immediately outside the window there was a car park. Anyone could have
been out there. But we were a long way from home… 

Reluctantly I climbed off him and walked towards the window, making
sure he got a good look at the rear view as I went. I pulled the
curtains open slowly, and before I had time to lower my arms and turn
round, I felt two strong hands grabbing my wrists. He brought my hands
down and put them on the windowsill, covering them with his own. With
my face just a couple of inches from the window, he moved his hips
towards my ass and re-entered my soaking pussy with a groan of pure
pleasure. I hoped to God nobody was in the car park, but it was pitch
dark out there and I couldn’t tell. We could have had an audience of
thousands for all I knew. Gradually, though, as Rob fucked me, I
stopped worrying and began to enjoy it. In fact, I began to enjoy it a
lot, and it wasn’t long before he noticed.

“Is that good? Do you like being on show?”

“Oh fuck, yeah. Show them all how to do it.”

It felt like we were starring in our very own porn movie, and by now I
was loving every minute of it. Sex with Rob was always good, but this
was spectacular. I never knew I could be such a slut.

He went for the camera again, and I realised he was taking pictures of
his cock, watching in fascination as it slid in and out of me. This
drove me wild, and I was overtaken again with the desire to fuck him
until he begged for mercy. I pulled away and pushed him gently back to
the bed.

“Let me sit on you again. I want to fuck you.”

I didn’t hear any complaints, so I climbed on top of him and pushed
the whole length of him into my throbbing cunt, squeezing his prick
gently as it entered me. Kneeling astride him, I dropped my head and
shoulders back and thrust my tits out towards him, teasing as I knew
he couldn’t reach to touch them. Sliding up and down his shaft, I
could feel the roughness of his pubic hair brushing against my clit
and that, together with the feeling of his cock stuffed deep inside
me, was causing me to rush headlong towards the most mind-blowing
orgasm of my life.

We came simultaneously, just like in the movies. I felt his dick empty
its load into me and heard him groan with relief just as my stomach
muscles tightened, my thighs trembled and my head exploded. As my hips
bucked back and forth on top of him, savouring every second, I was
ecstatic. But it never lasts.

I collapsed on top of him, and that was when the words got the better
of me, and escaped.

“I love you. Don’t ever forget that.”

“Uh-huh.”

Suddenly, the bubble burst. After all we’d done in the past couple of
days, he couldn’t even say he loved me. I could do so much better than
this bastard.

But after sex like that, who cares?