The Palladium was an upmarket sort of place. Just perfect for the rendezvous Charlotte had in mind. She wasn’t sure exactly how she had arrived at this point; she was both hideously nervous and ridiculously excited all at the same time.
Mark seemed utterly perfect. Granted, they hadn’t actually met in person yet, but she felt like she had known him forever. Had it really been just two months since they first spoke? It’s amazing how much you can learn about someone through the back and forth of emails on a daily basis.
She checked her phone; John hadn’t text her yet. She knew he would. She had been so careful in planning this evening. She was certain she couldn’t get caught, but now was not the time to get complacent. He would text her soon enough to see that she was ok and that she’d made it to London in one piece. She’d call him briefly and explain she was safe and sound with Karen and they were about to go for drinks. Hopefully she wouldn’t need to do that in front in Mark. Although he knew her situation fully, it was hardly a ‘mood setter’, was it?
The hotel bar was busy for a Wednesday afternoon. Some sort of business expo was apparently taking place and there were an awful lot of men and women, suited and booted, wearing plastic name tags around their necks and enjoying the parading trays of complimentary champagne a little too freely. On the one hand, she felt a little out of place, in her blood red slip of a summer dress and four inch stilettos, perched on the only occupied bar stool, on the other hand, all that free alcohol was proving pretty distracting, and so far, no one had even glanced in her direction.
Various people came and went. From the brief tidbits of conversation she could hear, they seemed to be in and out of the bar between seminars or lectures of some description. Her gaze wondered to the group of four at the far end of the room, standing in front of the large, elegantly dressed with cream and gold draped window. Three men and one woman. She had little interest in the two older, heavier set, gentlemen, that seemed to guffaw loudly like a clichéd caricature whenever the woman in their midst spoke; but she was utterly beautiful, and Charlotte couldn’t help noticing the fourth man, who from this distance looked like he stepped off the pages of a Calvin Klein ad, subtly placing his hand on the small of her back every once in a while.
She watched the woman talk animatedly to the men, confident and beautiful, in her classic (expensive looking) charcoal grey pencil dress and grey patent Mary Janes. She couldn’t help feeling envious of this stunningly attractive female, who obviously had these men eating out of the palm of her hand. She imagined her to be a high flying business women, who flitted between functions in Five Star resorts, spending her disposable income on designer outfits and lapping up the attention of men wherever she went. She looked down at her summer dress and thought about what she had waiting for her at home. No designer clothes, no disposable income, no weekends in the Med entertaining clients. Just piles of washing and endless housework, combined with a husband that liked nothing more than a trip to the garden centre on a Sunday and spent the rest of his free time moaning about his ever increasing blood pressure.
As if on cue, her phone buzzed and the tiny notification brought her back to her own reality in a heartbeat.
‘Hey Babe, are you there? Miss you x’
She took a deep breath and made the call she’d been dreading.
Just get this done, Charlotte, and then you can be whoever you want to be.
The phone rang twice before he answered. She put on her most cheery voice and smiled into the handset as she spoke.
“Hi! Yes, I’m here. Safe and sound. Karen’s just in the loo and then we’re gonna pop out for some food…Yes, the train was fine…Yup, the hotel is lovely…I’ll send her your love…I’ll call you tomorrow when I’m on my way home…Miss you too…Bye.”
And it was done. She was free for the next 12 hours. She felt a little sick at the thought of what she had just done, and what she was about to do, but if she didn’t follow this through it would haunt her forever. She’d spent enough of her life already playing it safe, she deserved a little fun and naughtiness.
By the time she’d tapped the end call button and slipped her phone back in her bag, she felt the definite presence of someone stood directly behind her. She turned a little suddenly and almost fell off her stool. It was him.
He smiled and put out a hand to steady her as he leaned and kissed her cheek politely.
“Hey,” he grinned, his perfect smile and twinkling blue eyes far more knicker dropping than she’d anticipated from just his photos.
“Hey,” she smiled back a little sheepishly, hoping that he wasn’t disappointed. Every photo she’d sent him had taken at least a hundred attempts in a bid to get the most attractive angle she could.
“Fuck you’re beautiful,” he said, still grinning, as if sensing her silent insecurity, staring hard at her and taking in every detail.
She felt her cheeks burn as she looked away from his gaze.
“I’m sorry,” he rushed, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. “But you are. Your pictures…I mean…wow…But you?….fuck….”
Perhaps he was just as nervous as her. Although he didn’t look it. He looked good enough to eat; so good she forgot entirely that this was the man that she had spent the last two months confiding every detail of her life in, and had spoken candidly to about her fantasies in such graphic detail that he had been responsible for more of her orgasms in that time than her husband had. Right now she felt like an awkward teenager being hit on in a bar by the hottest guy in the room.
Pull yourself together, Charlotte!
She sat up straighter, forcing a little confidence to the forefront, along with her ample chest, and tried to steady her nerves.
“No, I’m sorry…it’s fine. Thank you. I guess I’m just a little nervous.”
“No need to be nervous, Char,” She smiled, he called her Char in messages. “It’s just me. Remember? Let’s have a drink,” he said, eyeing her already empty wine glass.
They drank and chatted for the next hour or so. As soon as that second glass of wine went down, she started to feel more at ease, and before she knew it, they were talking exactly as she’d imagined they would, like old friends of old lovers, completely enthralled with one another. She completely forgot about the beautiful business woman she had been so jealous of earlier, and when she looked around briefly while Mark was at the bar a little later, the stunning blonde in the pencil dress was nowhere to be seen.
After her third glass of wine, she started to feel the dizzying effects of the alcohol, and she in no way wanted to get drunk and make a fool of herself tonight, so when Mark offered her another, she requested a tonic water instead. He smiled and his hand reached out to touch her thigh, just above the hemline of her dress. He leaned in a little closer and the combination of his scent and the feel of his hand as it slid almost imperceptibly higher made her heart race and her knickers wet. She felt that familiar burning between her thighs and wasted no time in replying as his voice became a low whisper in her ear.
“Why don’t we make our way upstairs?”
She had checked into the room when she arrived. The keycard had sat in the bar in front of them like a ticking bomb waiting to go off. He picked up the card and guided her towards the elevators, his hand on the small of her back, making her mind flit back to the business woman and the Calvin Klein model. Suddenly, she wasn’t as jealous of her as she had been earlier as they reached the silver doors and Mark pressed the button for the third floor.
The tension between them was palpable as they waited for the ping of the elevator. When it finally arrived and they had stepped inside, the doors had barely even closed before he had her pushed against the wall, kissing her deeply and letting his hand wander a little further up her thigh than it had in the bar. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers found the delicate fabric of the new lacy underwear she had bought especially for that evening.
The second ping of the elevator, as it reached their floor, pulled him away and for a split second she felt disappointed before he took her hand and lead her towards the room they would be spending the night in. All night. She had him all to herself.
He marched with so much purpose towards that door that Charlotte was almost carried along behind him, barely able to keep up with his stride and almost crashing into him as he reached the room and slid the keycard in the slot, pushing open the door and thrusting her inside.
She was granted no time to catch her breath or take in her surroundings before he was on her again, against the wall, his hand returning to where it had been in the elevator and proceeding to pull those lace panties to one side. As his tongue searched her mouth, his fingers slid easily between already wet lips and she fought the urge to let her knees give way as he finger fucked her rhythmically while his thumb found her clit.
He pulled away from their kiss while his hands continued to work between her legs, his gaze fixed on hers as he watched her closely.
“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Charlotte?” He said before his fingers thrust roughly, deeply, and she let out a noise somewhere between shock and ecstasy.
He didn’t wait for an answer, instead dropping to his knees and holding her skirt above her hips as his tongue found the exact spot his thumb had just been and he licked her gently. This time she couldn’t fight the urge as her knees started to give way beneath her. He held her up with his hands against her hips and his face pushed further, his tongue now dipping inside her, pushing her towards the point of no return before stopping abruptly.
He stood up and his eyes found hers again, inches from her face while his hand traced the smooth line of the inside of her thigh slowly.
“Get on the bed.”
She wasted no time following his instruction, moving quickly to the pristinely made, Queen sized, four poster in the middle of the room. She hadn’t even noticed its existence before now, but as she lay herself down on what she was sure were Egyptian cotton sheets, she had a second to take in, for the first time since the door closed behind them, what she now noticed was one of the hotels exclusive suites.
He stood over her, not taking his eyes off her body as he started to undo his shirt buttons to reveal a perfectly toned chest complete with the perfect dusting of dark hair that lead a trail across his stomach and down beneath his jeans. Letting the shirt fall to the floor, he climbed on top of her, his mouth immediately moving to her neck and collarbone, placing gentle but firm kisses down towards the top of her breast. His fingers followed his lips and slid beneath the red fabric, pulling it down slowly and revealing an already hard nipple. His tongue flicked the tender bead as his lips surrounded it and sucked just hard enough to elicit a gentle, involuntary moan from her while his hand continued its journey to her other breast, following the same achingly slow routine before beginning to pinch and roll its counterpart.
She writhed against him, lifting her hips suggestively, she wanted him inside her. She had waited for this moment for so long.
Sensing her eagerness, he placed his hand on her and gently pushed her flat to the bed.
“Not yet,” he smiled, moving down to lift the skirt of her dress and slipping his fingers under the sides of her underwear, gently teasing them down over her hips and thighs, sliding them off completely and tossing them aside.
He positioned himself between her legs, spreading them with the broadness of his shoulders, kissing ever closer to her now glistening pussy. By the time his tongue reached her lips and started to lap and suck her hungrily, she was already grinding her hips towards his mouth, desperate for the release she craved.
It didn’t take long. Within moments of his tongue invading her, she was bucking and cumming harder than she’d ever known.
A little dazed and perfectly sated, she barely even noticed as he lifted her dress higher, gently coaxing her arms above her head and shifting the floaty, blood red fabric over her head and casting it aside. For a second, she regained some lucidity and noticed she was now almost completely exposed, except for the matching lace bra that had been positioned by his eager hands under each breast, lifting them pertly, her nipples still hard.
She fought the temptation to cover herself just as she saw him stand and begin to undo the zip of his jeans that was now straining against the throbbing erection beneath it.
As he slid down the denim, taking his fitted, black boxer shorts with it, her heart rate quickened again at the sight of his outstretched cock. Hard and ready.
She couldn’t move, frozen completely to the spot where she lay on the bed, as he moved towards her and positioned himself above, taking her wrists in his hands and placing them together, above her head while he held them in place with one hand, firmly.
His other hand moved to the base of his solid length and she felt him gently tease her swollen, sensitive lips open with its tip, his eyes fixed on hers the entire time, while she held her breath and bit her lip subconsciously.
With a guttural grunt, he slammed himself deep inside her, beginning a heavy rhythm that coincided with their mutual groans. It was forceful, almost reckless, an absolute and untamed need to fuck her as hard as he could. His fingers dug into the soft skin of her wrists as he pinned her there, and still his eyes did not leave hers, flashing a dark and desperate desire to be deeper, push further, take more of her than anyone else ever had.
“Do you want me more than your husband, Charlotte?” He whispered into her ear between deep thrusts.
The question shocked her a little and the flash of reality made her uncomfortable, but when she looked at him and saw his darkened eyes, driven by lust, she remembered his own confession in their earliest conversations; the stranger that fucks the wife of another man. To have a woman so fuelled by desire for him that she is unable to control herself, willing to break her marriage vows to feel him inside her.
The thought of being his ultimate fantasy, of turning him on like no other, became the most intoxicating thought, and as she said the words he was waiting to hear, he groaned ever louder, thrust ever harder, and she lost herself in his need to fuck her senseless.
Wrapping her legs around his waist and feeling the relentlessness of his hunger for her, she had never felt sexier, never felt more wanted. She felt that desire with every slam of his hips against her and as his cock thickened inside her, nearing his own release, she felt that low burning wave begin again, rising with every beat of his body against hers. At the precipice of her own orgasm, he came hard inside her, pushing himself as deeply as he could and releasing her wrists so that his hand could reach down and push her over the edge, letting his thumb slip eagerly over her swollen clit and relishing in her shuddering orgasm that had her spasming muscles milk the final ebbs of his own.
They lay there like that for what seemed like hours, basking and dozing in the aftermath of their long awaited encounter. When she was lucid enough to get her bearings again, she realised it was finally dark outside. A flicker of disappointment that their night would not last forever crept across her sleepy mind and she attempted to sit up in a bid to wake herself slightly and prolong the evening.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He whispered with his eyes still closed.
“Nowhere,” she smiled, watching him closely before feeling his hand start to slide gently along the outside of her thigh, his grip becoming firmer as is climbed higher.
“Good.” He said, eyes now open, looking back at her with the same desire he’d had earlier.
He shifted himself slightly and proceeded to roll her onto her front, manoeuvring himself on top of her and letting his once again rock hard cock slip between her legs.
“Cause I’m not done with you yet.”