The Intersection of Lust And Uncertainty

10/25/2024

I pull up to the hotel a little before our agreed upon time of 6pm, run my fingers through my hair, check my phone and grab my purse.  This is the third time we are meeting here but tonight we are expected to take things to the next level, a proper date that includes dinner before he ravages me in the room. 

I stroll up to the hotel bar and see him finishing up his beer.  His blue eyes look me up and down as he smiles, noticing the 6 inch heels I am wearing with my wide leg jeans that sweep the floor and a black sweater tucked into the front of my waistband.  My hair is in down in loose waves with my favorite white earings dangling, catching the light every now and again. 

I shouldn’t be nervous anymore, but yet I still am. I’m unsure if that will ever fully go away. 

“Babe, you ready for dinner?” I nod as he stands up “lets go”. 

We turn around and head back the same way I just came in.  Out to his car, he hits unlock and opens the front door for me.  I slide inside, quietly glancing around and taking notice of the inside of the car, starting with the fact that the front seat is sitting so straight froward that it feels like I am about to kiss the dashboard, but I don’t dare adjust the seat. I don’t want to give any reason for his wife to question who has been in the car and what he’s been up to. 

Just as he’s about to park at the restaurant he stops short. “Fuck, I know that car.  We can’t go in there”.  I am unphased as I shrug my shoulders and say “ok”.  To be honest, going out in public where we could be seen is nervewracking to me. I much prefer just staying inside the hotel. 

A quick google search and a few minutes later we are down the street and at a different restaurant.  He holds the door open for me as we stroll inside asking for a table for two. 

These shoes are fucking killing me, the only thing I can think about is how I want to get them off my feet, but I wore them specifically to be fucked in. We make it to the end of the hotel hallway and into the room.  I set my purse down and check my phone one more time before I walk over and drape my arms around his neck. Feeling his lips meet mine with a gentle and soft graze as his hands slide under my sweater. For the first time in two hours, he realizes that I’ve been wearing something extra spicy underneath my mom clothes that’s just for him. 

He raises an eyebrow and lets out an inaudible question of “huh, what’s this” all expressed in just one little breath like noise emphasized with his eyes and the smirk on his face. Slowly he pulls my sweater up over my head to reveal the black lace that plunges almost to my bellybutton and is completely see through. I take my hands from around his neck and unbutton my jeans, sitting down on the edge of the bed to pull them off over top of my stilletos. 

I stand back up as he mouths, “oh fuck babe” and then takes me in his mouth.  His hands are everywhere and running up and down my body, cupping my breast and then rubbing my nipple.  His other hand is between my legs, teasing me, grazing over me but not touching, not yet. He squeezes the inside of my thigh as he pushes me back onto the bed, so that he can bury his face between my thighs.  Slowly using his tongue to part my lips as I arch my back and let out a scream. 

Fuck that feels good, don’t stop, I grab the back of his head and hold him there making sure he knows exactly how good it feels. He stands up and strips his clothes off, then pulls me off the bed.  He strips the lingerie down and off leaving me in nothing by my earrings and heels and then with a fistful of my hair he leads me over to the full length window.  Pushing my forearms and face up to the windows I feel myself react as my nipples feel the cold of the glass. I watch all the cars driving below and wish beyond wish that someone was walking below. I wonder if anyone is looking up and can see us. If they catch a glimpse of my tits bouncing while he thrusts in and out of me from behind, on display for anyone to watch. 

The only thing that would possible make that better is if I was restrained.  I love being on display and being used and being fucked up against the window is an amazing feeling. 

Breathless as we both finish I collapse backwards onto the bed. That was incredible and hot and I loved every second of it and also I can finally take these fucking shoes off.  

“That was hot” he says while playing with my nipple between his fingers. I know he wants to talk abut honestly I’m just so exhausted right now I’m not sure how much I have left to chat about. We make a little smalltalk before we circle back to the conversation that never leaves… What are we, what is this, how does he fit into my life? 

I let out a deep sigh because if we are being honest, I don’t know that I have the answers he is seeking.