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Authors Note: This is a series of stories about an affair between Gary, a former executive and Maribeth, a ph.D working for the Veterans Administration. This relationship has been honest and open from the very beginning, and I am in the process of chronicling the events that have happened between us. Very early on I had told Maribeth about two prior affairs I had, and she expressed an interest in sharing my experiences with these women. We came to call these discussions “Story time.” Sometimes the stories were things that actually happened with me and Jennifer and Karen or sometimes they were one-night stands or stories that these ladies shared with me about other sexual experiences they had. In any event, they proved to be turn-on for both of us.
Maribeth and I were snuggled against one another’s naked bodies in the St. Anthony Hotel in San Antonio.
Earlier in the day we had participated in our first attempt at role playing, which consisted of her pretending to be a mysterious woman from Eastern Europe who I spied at the hotel bar. My role was to ‘seduce’ this woman, as Maribeth was curious to experience my ‘technique’ which I had described to her on several occasions.
Maribeth scrunched closer into the crook of my arm. It was nearing midnight and we were slowly recovering from a most satisfying sexual encounter, especially for her, since I had spent the better part of the previous hour with my face buried between her pale legs.
Over the years of our affair we had discovered a lot of things that made our relationship special and one of those was my passion for oral sex, particularly on the giving end.
I derive great satisfaction from tonguing Maribeth to multiple orgasms. As she knows, I particularly like to edge her and back off before the wave crests, but we’ve found that in the end the next one is much more satisfying.
We were taking a break as Maribeth recovered from my last assault on her tasty pussy since she was now much too sensitive to continue for the moment.
In the lull, Maribeth wanted me to tell her a “story.” When she uses the word “story” I know she’s fishing for me to tell her about one of my sexual encounters with other women. Truthfully, I sometimes think that Maribeth has a little bit of a closet voyeur streak in her, but since she’s asking, I haven’t shied away from relating.
I mentioned that I had recently ran across an old picture of a young woman, Lisa, which I spent a weekend with during a particularly busy period in my life. This was back in 1980 when I was in charge of a major business division of my company. As most people who travel a lot on business will tell you there’s a fair amount of casual relationships created because humans, both men and women, don’t do well without companionship and I was certainly no different.
On those occasions when I got particularly “lucky” with a woman, I always tried to take a photograph of her. Most were simple facial portraits and taken with the small 110 camera that I always carried with me. I had a few of these and I happen to chance across the one I had taken of Lisa.
Maribeth was already well aware of my penchant for photographing beautiful women as I had shared a number of them with her and, of course, she had found herself on the business end of my camera on multiple occasions, some that could be shared with family and friends, but a whole bunch that needed to be locked away.
Lisa was a very pretty brunette, probably about 5′ 3″ and 110 lbs with lovely green eyes and while her body was only average, I remember that I thought it was sweet with nice boobs and great legs. She had a wonderful flawless complexion and lovely lips painted with a pale shade of pink. At the time I was 36, in pretty good shape at 6″ and 195 lbs. and constantly horney.
Back then, my hotels of choice were Hilton’s or Marriott’s, but this time however, I’d opted for a nice bed and breakfast just outside of Louisville, Kentucky. A friend of mine had recommended the inn which was owned by a nice couple named Ben and Joan. It was located in a picturesque location and there was a good restaurant and bar located just down the street.
The B the decor was an attempt to look like it was from the 1930’s. Personally, I found it charming and Ben and his wife, Joan, were excellent hosts.
It was Kentucky Derby Week in Louisville and I was going to entertain a number of our biggest clients and guests for the race, but they wouldn’t be flying in until the next day, so until then I was on my own. I had hosted a Derby Week get-together once before and it had resulted in some major contracts, so I was anxious to see if twice was a charm.
I spent the afternoon on preparations for Saturday which consisted of checking out the location of our hospitality tent and grandstand box as well as confirming arrangements with the caterers. I finished those around 5 o’clock and I drove back to the inn to shower, relax and change clothes. I really had no specific plans for the evening other Gaziosmanpaşa Escort than to maybe head to the restaurant for dinner.
As I entered the restaurant there was a large stone fireplace that dominated the room and I remember that it was burning but not emitting much heat. I had a leisurely dinner and a couple of beers at the bar which was my custom when eating alone. I talked with a couple of other patrons, some of whom seemed to be regulars. Of course there were a lot of arguments about who was going to win the big race.
The bar was broken into two parts, an upper and lower section. The upper portion where I was seated, had a sitting area with some used wooden tables and chairs and a worn but serviceable carpet. As I mentioned, its most salient feature was the massive fireplace. Several stairs led to the lower level, which also had a large bar and stools on the left side, some high top tables in the middle and booths along the right side.
Finishing my dinner, I decided to explore the lower section, so I walked down and took a stool at the bar, ordered a beer and surveyed the room. Quickly, I made eye contact with a young lady; she must have been about 26 or 27, petite and slender with short brown hair and green eyes sitting alone in one of the booths. She had a glass of some kind of red wine and my initial impression was that she, like I, wasn’t a regular customer. She was dressed just a little too classy in a nice business suit.
The jacket was a nice brown herringbone over a white blouse with a dark blue skirt that ended just above the knee. On her feet were black patent leather high heels, not too high, probably three inches. The skirt had a slit up the side and I noticed that her nicely tanned legs required no nylons and none were evident. I looked for a wedding ring, but none of the rings she wore looked like one.
There was another woman that I had just met a few months previously in what would turn out to be a four year affair. I had told Maribeth about some of my encounters with Jen, but what I hadn’t fully explained was the advice she had given me on how to approach women.
Maribeth knew that Jen was the head buyer for a major clothing company and that she was in an ‘open’ marriage with her husband Steve. I truthfully don’t know how many men Jen had invited to her bed, but I suspected it was some multiple of my successes. In any event, Jen told me that if I wanted to be attractive to women, I needed to be aware of the “rules.”
Jen’s rules of success were, I thought, pretty common sense, but she assured me that in her experiences, men violated them constantly. The first rule was, first impressions are 90% of the battle. Dress for success, keep your fingernails clean and use mouthwash. Rule
was “confidence is sexy,” women are programmed to respond to men who are assured. Rule
is that a sense of humor is a must. it’s critical in lowering a woman’s anxiety that all feel in a new encounter. Insightful quips are best since they flow with the conversation. Jen always emphasized that rules one, two and three were required to get to the place where rule , the most important rule, was appropriate.
Rule was “be bold! Tell her what you want!”
With Jen’s insights chiseled into my conscience, I picked up my beer and made my way over to Lisa’s booth and asked if I could join her. She paused for just a second while she gave me a quick appraisal which included a quick unobtrusive glance at my left hand, which was ringless, and then said, “sure, why not.”
I assumed that she expected me to take a seat opposite and she seemed a little surprised when I chose to slide in next to her, but she posed no objection.
“Thanks,” I said and introduced myself and learned that the young lady’s name was Lisa. We spent some time exchanging information about one another. It turned out that she worked as a consultant for the software company Lotus and she lived in Columbus, Ohio. She and a co-worker of hers were in Louisville assisting one of her clients in installing the Lotus business suite and they had decided to spend the weekend rather than driving 6 hours home and 6 hours back on Sunday. Their hotel was a couple of blocks away, but the co-worker, an older married lady, was visiting relatives nearby, so this explained how Lisa had ended up in the bar by herself.
I noticed her glass was almost empty, so I bought her another drink and changed mine to what she was drinking and we continued to chat about the joys and frustrations of visiting clients, living in hotels and eating in unfamiliar restaurants, all topics to which most business travelers can relate. In the minutes these discussions were taking place, I took the opportunity to press closer. Our hips and thighs were touching and I noticed that Lisa seemed okay with the contact.
Noticing that she was wearing a beautiful blue topaz ring, I reached over and took her hand in order to get Gölbaşı Escort a closer look. If this surprised Lisa, she gave no indication and I learned that it had been in a broach that had belonged to her grandmother, but she had it remounted into a ring. I leaned closer and told her that it was as beautiful as she was. Our faces were only inches apart and I was aware of the scent of her perfume.
At the mention of perfume, Maribeth snuggled closer and asked, “like mine?” I pressed my nose against her neck to make a mental comparison and said, “not exactly, I think hers was more like Chanel , but thanks for giving me an opportunity to smell you.” Maribeth gave me a little “ha ha,” and punched me on the shoulder.
Settling back into a comfortable position, I continued the story.
There seems to be a point during any seduction where it becomes mutually obvious where it is heading. I think we passed that point when Lisa commented on my after-shave, “you smell good,” were her specific words, but what I heard was, “take me to bed.”
I told her that I loved her eyes and that the eyes told me more about a woman than her hair or what she wore. When it was obvious that I had her full attention. I leaned in closer and told her that her sexy smile and eyes were “exciting.” For just an instant I saw her eyes drop to my lap as if she understood what I meant by that specific word, and she gave a nervous laugh and said “Really?” To which I replied that she was welcome to check out the truth for herself. She chuckled and verbally declined, but I saw her take another quick peek and it seemed she might be thinking about it.
We were talking so low that she had to lean closer to hear, I told her that I was beginning to feel an emotional connection and I could see her give a little nod as if to confirm the truth of the comment. I knew she had had two drinks at that point, but I didn’t know how long she had been sitting in the booth before I arrived, in any event she seemed to be in a really mellow mood.
I noted that her face was being beautifully illuminated by the fire to her right and the colorful bar lights to her left. I wasn’t sure that the simple 110 camera that I carried would capture any of the subtle beauty, but I thought I’d give it a try. I asked if I could take a picture, and pointed out the unique lighting. She looked around and confirmed that indeed it was beautiful, then she smiled and nodded, so I rose to my feet and snapped off a couple of shots while continuing to talk about how sexy her eyes and smile were.
Do women purr? It sure seemed to describe Lisa at that moment. She asked what it was that I found so attractive about her?. I didn’t get the impression that she was just fishing for a compliment, so I didn’t immediately respond to her question, rather I slid closer and pressed my leg even more firmly against hers. Reaching out, I let my fingers trace a line over her hand and up her wrist to where her jacket cuff started. I locked eyes with her and smiled and she smiled back.
Finally, I decided that Jen’s Rule needed to be envoked. While I continued to tease her wrist and fingers with mine I looked deeply into her eyes and said, “It’s everything about you that I find attractive, your eyes especially but also the way you express your femininity.” As if to emphasize this last point, I dropped my hand under the table and touched her knee.
I let my fingers slide up to the point where the slit in her skirt ended about mid thigh. She glanced down and asked me what I was doing. I told her I was just trying to honestly answer her question. She laughed, and I asked if it was working? She didn’t answer with words, rather it looked like she bit her bottom lip and gave me another imperceptible nod.
I continued to trace the flesh of her exposed skin from her knee to the hem of her skirt. Up and back. Then bolder, I slid my hand under the hem near where the slit ended.
She glanced down to where my hand was and said, “I don’t think that is a good idea.”
I told her I thought it was a great idea. She giggled at that but didn’t move to stop me and I didn’t volunteer. The fingers of my hand were just inside the slit of her skirt, tracing gentle lines with my fingertips over her softness. When I had first touched her bare skin I had sensed her tense, but as my gentle caresses continued, I felt her begin to relax. This was my “ready to launch” signal. I slid my hand to the inside of her thigh.
When Lisa felt my fingers find the softness of her inner thighs beneath her skirt, she involuntarily parted her legs a little. I asked her if she liked what I was doing.
“Yes,” she said with lowered eyes, “but you should stop.” I ignored the comment and rationalized that if she truly wanted me to stop, she needed to be more assertive about her intention. So I didn’t move my hand and she didn’t close her legs.
I whispered in her ears, suggesting that perhaps move Keçiören Escort to somewhere more private might be in order. As if to dispell any doubt, I turned her head and looked directly into her eyes before pulling her face to mine for our first kiss. If there was any resistance on Lisa’s part, it couldn’t have lasted more than an instant. Her lips were soft and I felt her melt into the sensation. I broke the kiss and confidently stated, “You know where this is going.” It wasn’t a question.
I could see her mentally debating the invitation and after a moment she answered, “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
Apparently we had reached an impasse, but my hand was still between her legs and she wasn’t pushing me away. My fingers continued to push higher and got within a couple inches of her panties. When I’d get close, her legs would close a little. I knew that this dance had to end at some point, but I sure had a firm grasp of how I wanted it to end.
Remembering the old saying that “Fortune favors the bold,” I took her hand and placed it over the growing bulge in my trousers, and asked her to feel what she was doing to me. Rather than withdrawing she stared at her hand covering my erection and began to squeeze and feel its girth. Then she looked up and said, “Did I do that?” and giggled something that I didn’t quite hear. It was time.
I stood up and threw a couple of twenty dollar bills on the table and holding her hand in mine, I guided her to her feet. She followed without resisting. I led her out of the bar and out to the street. The night was cool since it was early May, but I found the air refreshing and a nice relief from the atmosphere inside the bar. Lisa leaned her head against my shoulder, and still holding hands, I guided her down the short walk to the Inn.
Ben and Joan may not yet have retired for the night since it was just past 9 pm, but like all good hosts, they had left a light on both in the porch and the entrance hall. Once inside I quickly steered Lisa to my room on the second floor where I turned her around and wrapped my arms around her body. The kiss carried all of the passion that had been building over the preceding hour and I was pleasantly surprised that Lisa seemed to be turned on as much as I, but as I’ve learned over the years, women are unpredictable.
“Nooooooo, I can’t,” she said.
I quieted her objection by kissing and my hands slipped inside her jacket and found her breasts covered by the silk blouse and bra that she wore beneath. Neither successfully kept me from feeling the liquid softness I discovered.
Lisa continued to protest. “Nooooo, I really shouldn’t, I have a boyfriend.”
Our tongues met and I probed the sweetness in her mouth.
“I really shouldn’t,” she protested again.
Maribeth interjected, “her lips kept saying no, but her body was shouting yes?”
“That’s how it seemed to me,” I answered. “You’re the female in this conversation, what do you think?”
Maribeth offered,”I think she was just giving herself an excuse to do what she wanted to do.” I responded with a very non-committal “hummm?”
Kissing her neck, particularly just under her ears got her hot, she started to breathe heavily, and an almost silent moan escaped her lips. I kissed and gently bit her neck while continuing to fondle her breast over her blouse.
I worked the jacket off Lisa’s shoulders and tossed it onto a chair. I rubbed and squeezed her tits gently. It seemed that her bra must have been very sheer, because even through her clothing I could feel her nipples. I pinched one and a moan escaped her lips. I cupped her entire breast and this caused her to throw her head back, which allowed me kiss her exposed throat.
I kept kissing her neck and throat and playing with nipples. Her breath was getting quicker and I was aware that small mews escaped her lips. I was reading all of these signals as permission to continue, so I slipped my free hand between her legs and used it to lift her skirt, finding her pantied crotch. Lisa pushed my hand away but didn’t stop kissing, nor did she seem to object to the abuse I was inflicting on her breasts.
Lisa wasn’t the first woman that I’d met who seemed to require a ritual denial before succumbing to her own desire so after a few minutes I once again put my hand under her skirt. She tried to push my hand away but this time I resisted and a few seconds later she stopped trying to evict my hand.
I pressed against her pussy mound through her panties and began to get rewarding responses. Her kisses became more demanding and she wrapped one of her calves around mine. I extended my fingers and slipped two under the elastic band of her panties and into the slit of her pussy.
She was very wet!
A small voice beside me on the bed said something that I barely heard, but I thought Maribeth may have said, “she’s not the only one.”
Another moan escaped Lisa’s lips, this one louder than the others. Then she said, “Please don’t, I should stop.” But at the same time she pushed her pussy hard against my invading fingers.
My index finger had discovered that Lisa had a quite prominent and easy to find clit and it busied itself there while the second finger probed into her wetness. I was finger fucking her with one hand while my other was playing with her soft tit and erect nipple.
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