Three weeks. No word from Marie-Ève. My old history teacher. That blowjob in the changing room haunts me. I jerk off nightly, imagining fucking her senseless. Her married. Me obsessed. Then, text hits: ‘Got something of mine to return?’ Heart races. It’s her. Bra time.
I reply fast. She wants discretion. Hotel XXX, 5:30 PM. Dick hard already. Pack condoms, bra. Jerk off again that night. Can’t sleep. Visions of her riding me. Pussy dripping.
The Awakening: Tension and Rules
Next day drags. Arrive late. Cheap motel. Text: Room 13. Enter, no knock. Door open. She’s at table, grading papers. Blue summer dress. Heels. No bra. Legs crossed. Kisses cheek. ‘Sit. Almost done.’
Stunned. Expected wild sex. Not this. Stare at her thighs. Perfect. She asks about bra. Hand it over. She sniffs. ‘You’ve cum on it a lot.’ Blush. She smiles. Flattered.
Finishes work. Faces me. Legs parted. Dress hikes up. Rules: Secret only. No feelings. Pure sex. She needs pleasure first. Earn the fuck. Or leave blue-balled. Agree. Desperate.
She stands. Lifts dress. Naked tits. Black thong. Heels. Pull her close. Kiss deep. Tongues tangle. Hands grab ass. Firm. She yanks my shirt. Chest bare. Pinch nipples. Cock strains pants.
Push to bed. Kiss neck. Suck tits. Nipples harden. Moans start. Trail kisses down. Tease thong edge. Thighs spread. Pussy wet through fabric. Flip her. Kiss ass cheeks. Tug thong aside. Finger pubis. Shiver.
Peel thong off. Pussy shaved, landing strip. Legs wide. Begging eyes. Dive in. Tongue splits lips. Suck clit. Fingers plunge. Wet. Tight. She bucks. ‘Fuck me now!’ Ignore. Faster tongue. Fingers pump.
The Act: Unleashed Passion
Hands grip head. Grinds face. Cums hard. Pussy clamps fingers. Screams. Body shakes. Collapses.
Strip. Cock throbs. Condom on. She grabs it. Guides in. Slow thrust. Balls deep. Heaven. Kiss. Pump steady. She cries out. Grip ass. She rides rhythm.
Flip. She on top. Grinds clit on me. Hands on tits. Fucks wild. Cums again. Collapses.
‘Doggy?’ Yes. Ass up. Perfect. Slam in. Rub clit. Balls slap. She moans loud. Hold hips. Pound. Edge close. She cums. Triggers mine. Fill condom roaring.
Collapse. Cuddle. She whispers: ‘Good boy. Earned more.’ Rules same. She dresses. I beg souvenir. Tosses thong. ‘No cum on it.’ Sniff her juices.
Pays? No, me. Receptionist smirks. Worth every cent. Drive home. Cock twitches. Addicted. Waiting her call. Secret thrill burns.