“HE & SHE, SAME TIME SAME PLACE”

Here’s another short story from Cheyenne66.

He sends her a text. “Meet me”

She replies. “I can’t, not tonight. It’s getting too risky.”

He. “I need your warmth, your touch. Meet me!”

She. Hesitation…

He. “Are u still there? Baby, please…don’t make me beg!”

She. “…When and where?”

He. “The usual place. I’ve already reserved a room. 8:00pm sharp. Don’t leave me wanting and don’t disappoint me. I can’t stop thinking about u.”

She. “We’re playing with fire, u know that.”

He. “The only fire I’m interested in is the one that burns between your thighs.”

She. “U sweet talker u.”

8:00pm. Room 8179. He’s waiting for her. She raps sharply on the door. He opens it and draws her inside. He’s a vision. 6’ 5’ tall, wavy black hair hanging just below his shoulders, a muscular killer body, and dressed in tight black jeans, the top button open. No shirt, no shoes, but ready to service her every need. What is wrong with his wife? Is she blind or just stupid? I’d tap him every day if he were mine.

She pulls away from him, moves to the room’s picture window, opens the drapes just a touch, and looks out on the brightly lit city. “You’re getting reckless. We have to be more careful. We’ve been lucky so far because we meet once a month. Three times so far, I’m running out of excuses.” She couldn’t control the drumming of her heart when he was this close. He even smelled like sex.

He steps up behind her and helps her out of her jacket. His left hand anchored around her waist, he begins to unbutton her blouse with his right. Slipping his hand inside her bra, he teases her nipple until it stiffens into a hard nub. “Why are you worrying? We’re not going to get caught.”  What’s wrong with her husband? Is he blind or just stupid?  I’d tap her every day if she were mine.

She melts into him, her knees starting to fail her. “Everyone gets caught sooner or later. I’ve been thinking…maybe…we should consider…”

He turns her around to face him. “Consider what?”

“Ending this before it’s too late.” It’s already too late. I’ve fallen into the love ditch; I’m head over heels in love with you.

He’s grabs her suddenly by the shoulders. “Fuck NO! We’re not ending this. Not by a long shot. Damn it, woman…I’m in love with you.”

Meeting his eyes, she reaches up and brushes a strand of hair out of his face. “Are you sure it’s love and not a terminal case of lust?”

He pulls her against his chest and kisses her so hard she forgets to breath. “No it’s love. It started out as lust…it grew beyond what I hoped to control. I thought I could keep you at arm’s length. Just sex nothing more. Take from you what I’m not getting at home. You’ve made me realize how much I’m not getting at home. So much more than sex.”

She turns her head and glances out the window. “Then we’re in trouble because I’m in love with you too.”

His arms tighten around her. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to hear you say those words.”

She shook her head. “We can’t act on our feelings. We have to be sensible. There are too many lives at stake here. Our children should be our first consideration. We can’t rob our children of their security.”

He rested his forehead against hers. “My sons are very smart teenagers. They know that the marriage is dead in the water. The arguments out weigh civil conversations anymore.”

She nodded in agreement. “My son and daughter know we’re not the happy couple that we pretend to be. To tell the truth my husband hasn’t touched me in…years. It’s a cold, empty, lonely existence. I was satisfying my own needs…until you came along and made me feel like a woman again.”

He smiles and starts to move her backwards toward the bed. “Then let me make you feel like a woman now. We’ll discuss the details later, but it’s a topic that’s not going away anytime soon. Understand?”

She pulled her blouse from her jeans and let it fall to the floor. Her bra followed. “I understand. Let’s pretend we belong to each other for now. Let me take you as far as your senses will go.” She undid her jeans and slid them down her legs. She bent low at the waist so he could get an unobstructed view of her ass. He was an ass man. It was the first thing her noticed about her-her perky, firm bottom. She moved to the edge of the bed and turned around. The only garment left was a pair of black lace bikini panties covering the soft hair of her sex. He appreciated fine lingerie, which is why he bought so much of it for her. He wolf whistled at her. She curled the index finger of her left hand and motioned to him. “Why don’t you come over here and show me what you got Big Man? “ I love every inch of what you got. “Let me see if I can make your love muscle stand up and say hello.”

He laughed out loud. He loved how playful she was in bed. She had silly names for his cock. She would refer to it as a trouser trout, spitting cobra, tube steak, and heat seeking love missile. As he was crossing the room her eyes apprised his body. He was sex personified. As he reached her side she knelt down and unzipped his jeans. She eased his jeans over his hips. The boxers quickly followed. Grasping his shaft, she took his length into her mouth. Sucking on the crown, he became rigid in seconds. He murmured, “Fuck” under his breath. He lifts her by her arms and placed his lips on hers. “Lady your lips can do magic.”

She stroked his cock. “Just look at the size of your wand. I believe it has the power to cast spells over me.”

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and lowers them down her long legs. She steps out of them and he kicks his jeans aside. He steals his left arm around her waist and fingered her clit with his right hand. She was more than ready for him. Her warmth was dewy. He gently presses two fingers inside her. She dropped her head against his chest and softly whimpered. Removing his fingers, he put them in his mouth and samples her essence. He nuzzles her neck and whispers. “You taste like the finest champagne.” He picks her up and lays her on the bed. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you.”  He joined her on the bed and positioned himself between her thighs. “I’ve been thinking about this moment all day.”

She replies. “So have I. Please don’t make me wait any longer…please.”

He takes his shaft and guides it into her. He groans as her muscles cradle him tightly. He leans over, covers her body with his and gives her an earth moving kiss, his passion building. “Wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck and hold on for dear life.” She melds her body to his. He reaches over her and grabs the headboard with both hands and begins to drive his hips in a fluid motion faster and faster keeping time to the sexual music their moans and breathing is playing in his ears. As her climax builds and breaks she buries her mouth against his shoulder and muffles her screams. He slams the headboard hard against the wall as his cock erupts and he fills her with his milky cum. The roaring in his ears is deafening.

“What was that noise?” She asks as he envelopes her body with his arms.

“The only thing I heard was you saying that you loved me when you came. I love you too.”

“I can’t help myself. It feels so right, being in love with you.” But it’s so wrong at the same time. How are we going to handle this?  “I need to freshen up. I have to get home soon.” He rolled off of her and she made her way into the bathroom. When she returned he was dozing. She put on her bra and panties. This was the point in time she hated the most-when they had to part and return to the reality of their lives. He woke up as she finished dressing. He stretched out his arms to her and she dissolved into his embrace. “I have to go. I don’t want to play twenty questions when I get home.”

He kissed her softly on the lips. “Same time, same place next week?”

She sighed. “We’re pushing our luck here.” She looked into his warm hazel eyes. They were pleading his case to her. “I…I’ll be here. I can’t tell you no.”

He exhaled with relief. “I never want to hear you say no. One day we’ll spend the night together, not just a couple of hours. We’re going to be together mark my words.”

She didn’t disagree with him. She wanted to be with him much as he wanted to be with her. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him four times in rapid succession. “I have to go. I’ll see you very soon. I love you.”

He gave her one last hug. “Yeah, I have to get moving too. I love you. Don’t ever forget that.”

She opened the door and looked back at him. “I won’t forget. Think about me.”

She closed the door behind her and he thought it was the loneliest, saddest sound he had ever heard. Soon woman you won’t be going home to him. You’ll be staying with me.

That night they cracked the plaster behind the bed’s headboard. They met in the hall at work the next day. She smiled and nodded at him. He smiled and winked knowingly at her. Same time, same place.

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