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By *crewtape OP Man
22 weeks ago
Newcastle under Lyme |
Linda had done all this before of course. This wasn’t her first hotel room, and it was not her first time meeting a man she had not seen before with the near certainty of sex. It just felt like it was. And that’s how she wanted it to be. She loved the delicious feeling of sitting at the edge of a bed and stretching stockings over her slim legs then stepping onto her heels. The sensuousness of applying lipstick, then standing before the mirror, knowing that no one she worked with and only a few of her friends who knew about her other life would recognise her; would even think it possible that she would be there that night about to do things with a stranger they would only dare fantasise about. She glanced at the time on her phone. There were only a few minutes before the time they had agreed to meet. She felt the tips of her finger become numb with a burst of adrenaline and her heart thumped in her chest. She lived for those final few moments before a meet. The day it no longer felt the way it did the very first time, all those years ago, would be the day she stopped. Then she heard the quick-fire knock. She took a deep, steadying breath, one more look into the mirror, and opened the door.
James was just as he had appeared in his pictures. That was always a relief. He was tall, with thick black hair and a natural tan, which stood out against his white shirt and expensive-looking blue jeans. He had a fine stubble, and bright, blue eyes which, in that moment, took her in. Linda noticed his pupils dilate – a sure sign that he liked what he saw. She stood to one side and let him in. She shut the door and he pushed her gently, but firmly, against it. With his hands at her waist he kissed her deeply. She felt a tightening between her legs and she knew, without looking, her face and neck and flushed red.
She took his hand, warm and soft, and led him to the bed. She was petite, even with those heels, and he was over six feet tall. She looked up at him. She adored the sense of him rowing over her, her smallness beside him, and the sense of latent strength that stretched his shirt. He kissed her again, more deeply this time. She bit gently on his bottom lip. He reacted with a sharp intake of breath and a groan. Noted, she thought to herself. He took her under her arms and dropped her, without any effort, onto her back, diagonally across the bed.
She didn’t want to go so quickly, but she couldn’t help but part her legs for him. She could slow him down later. But she need not have worried. James was in no hurry. He intended to take his time to enjoy Linda. Every part of her. Many times. He crouched at the mini bar, removed a bottle of wine which he opened and poured into two plastic cups. Offering Linda one as she sat up, he slid onto the bed beside her. He asked her about her day. Sipping the cold wine, she reeled off a list of her perfectly normal day. She had been shopping; she had returned a jacket; she had prepped some meals for the following week. As she spoke, he gently traced his middle finger up and down the inside of her thigh. She faltered as, briefly, he went high enough that he touched her wetness. He noticed her lose her words for a moment. This made him smile. He removed his hand and took another drink. She continued to speak. And while insisting that he was listening and that she should go on, he kissed her bare shoulder and then her neck.
She had started to tell him about what she did for a living when she chose, instead, to give up and kiss him hard instead. She paused briefly to put her cup down and take his from him too. Once she had placed them safely on the bedside table, she kissed him again, sliding her tongue into his mouth and her hand down his firm body until she felt his hardness grow in her hand. He smelt good, too. Men underestimated how sexy the right scent could be. Linda gasped as James pushed her knickers to one side and thrust his finger inside her. She had the feeling he was about to tear his clothes off and have her there and then, hard and fast. But James appeared to catch himself. He removed his finger, found the soft, wet mound of her clitoris and while gently kissing her, teased it softly.
Linda could feel her own wetness. She was eager for him to be inside her, but she was also happy to go at his pace. She wasn’t relinquishing control, nor was James taking it. They were like two dancers finding the rhythm of the music. She loved to kiss, and so, apparently, did James. He had said so when they had been texting, but men said a lot of things. He was a good kisser and so was she, and they had only just begun.
He kissed her neck, which caused her to close her thighs tightly before relaxing them again. She picked at the buttons on his shirt, revealing his chest. They worked together to remove his shirt completely. James leant in to kiss her again, but she held him back. She wanted a longer look at him. She knelt between his legs and with him reclining against the headrest she kissed his chest, nibbled gently and his shoulders and ran her tongue slowly up his neck, feeling the blood pulsing hard just under the skin. She felt she could almost smell it, even from under the scent she liked so much.
Linda was interrupted by a knock at the door. James, now topless, leapt to his feet. Perhaps he had ordered room service? Linda felt a flash of frustration. She didn’t want to stop to eat or drink. There was only one thing she wanted to consume, and he was walking to the door. She did enjoy seeing him stride away, though. The rolling of the muscles in his shoulders in the yellow lamplight. She had a second voice. The door clicked closed. James returned and beside him was another young man. He had short black hair and was wearing a suit with no tie. He was dark-skinned–perhaps Italian–with a neat, short beard, large brown eyes and a bright smile. She would learn later his name was Gianni. He was in his mid-twenties and a semi-professional footballer. HIs parents were Italian, but he had only been there once. Linda didn’t know what to feel about Gianni’s arrival. He was a very beautiful man, and she was no stranger to threesomes in any combination. But James shouldn’t have surprised her like that. However, Gianni wasn’t there for her.
As he undressed, spreading his jacket over the back of a chair and removing his shirt, James stroked his bare torso, sharply defined by years of fitness training and good diet. James took hold of Gianni from the back of his neck, pulled him close, and kissed him. Gianni kissed him back. Moments later they were entwined on the bed, pulling at each other’s trousers and underwear until they were soon naked.
To see two men together was Linda’s ultimate fantasy. She had experienced it before, but each occasion had felt lacking. Whichever two men she had been with had appeared to make token gestures of homoeroticism, but were much more interested in her, and it always turned into a normal threesome. This was different. James and Gianni were so taken by each other that Linda was, for that moment at least, a bystander. She reached down between her legs and slid her finger inside herself as James slid down Gianni’s body and took his hardness in his mouth. Gianni’s footballer’s thighs tensed and his powerful back arched till it was only his neck holding him up. James looked up at Linda, holding eye contact as she licked and sucked. Even with his mouth so full, it seemed to Linda that he smiled at her. She had to be careful to not lose control and to orgasm before she wanted to.
Minutes later, James released Gianni from his mouth, crawled up his body and kissed Linda. She could taste Gianni on James’s tongue and it was delicious. By now, Gianni was on his knees licking Jame’s back and shoulder before pulling him away from Linda and kissing his mouth. They fell onto the bed. James was face down and Gianni, slipping a condom on expertly, was on top of him quickly, his powerful, athlete’s body thrusting inside him, James’s masculine groans muffled by the bedspread. Linda sat back and watched. Enjoying a truly authentic display of male on male sex. Watching as their muscles rolled and shifted beneath their skins, shining with sweat. She had the sudden urge to be as naked as they were; to be between those two male bodies, and to feel them against her bare skin.
She took her heels and underwear off and walked on her knees to the men. Gianni, still rhythmically sliding in and out of James, pulled her by her hair and kissed her, reaching behind her and slipping two fingers into wetness.
A moment later, she and Gianni were kneeling on the bed, facing each other, kissing wildly. James, also on his knees, pressed up behind her. Gianni lifted her easily in his thick arms, she folded her legs around him and dropped onto him, sliding him inside her. Once she was comfortable, James entered her, carefully, from behind. Linda had not yet experienced double penetration. She had always wanted to, and now here she was, held aloft by the strong bodies of two men who quickly found the perfect timing as they rolled their hips into and out of her. She pressed her face into Gianni’s chest and the two men kissed each other as they ground her hard. She had felt before an ecstasy so intense that she wasn’t sure if she could go on, but this was already beyond that. She hung their almost limply, muscles from two hard, young bodies kneading hers. A white fog crept into the sides of her vision as the pleasure in her grew to an almost (but not quite) unbreakable crescendo. She concentrated hard, determined to hold back her orgasm. She sensed Gianni was close. He had found a steady rhythm that he was loath to break. She could feel him growing inside her then begin to pulse. His body stiffened within her arms and legs that clung to him. At that moment she let herself go and an orgasm erupted from her. Gianni rolled away, meaning that there was nothing keep Linda in the air any more. She fell forward onto the bed, face down. James was yet to come. He was determined, insistent. She was utterly beyond self control now as another orgasm crashed over her. Soon, James exploded inside her and collapsed down onto her body, before rolling to her side.
Half an hour later, Gianni had dressed, kissed James and then her, and left. Linda lay on James’s chest, running a fingertip up and down his arm. He kissed her on her head; she kissed his chest. She saw him stir. She took him in her mouth. She always loved the feeling of a man going hard between her lips. He tried to move, but she urged him back. She sat astride him, lowered herself onto him and rode him expertly till they both came at the same time. And after a night of sleep, the following morning, James, with Linda’s legs around his neck, had her one more time.
Three days’ later, Linda was at work. She could still feel evidence of her weekend in the slight stiffness in her thighs and the soreness inside her which, when she moved, would cause her to flinch in as much pleasure as discomfort. At lunch, sitting in the canteen scooping up a probiotic yoghurt, she listened to Jan complain about some petty aspect of office culture. Uptight Jan. Married for so many years. When was the last time her husband, or anyone else, had made her feel like all women should, she wondered. She had a flashback to the previous Saturday, pressed between two men as they fucked her at the same time. Jan’s voice was now a murmur, as if she were hearing it from under water. She snapped out of her reverie. Jan was staring at her, quizzically.
“What are you smiling at?”
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