Heat Wave - Erotika Short Stories for Women (Adult Short Stories for Women Series) (4 page)

He led me into the master bedroom of the presidential suite,
and clicked a button on the wall that lowered the shades from the ceiling, which
darkened the room considerably. I barely had a chance to survey the incredibly
decadent room, with a grand fireplace at the far end, which also sported an
enormous modern steel poster bed. The luxurious furnishings and finishes in the
room were nothing short of exquisite.

He could barely keep his hands off me, and when we got to
the bed, he threw me down onto the covers and pressed up against me, pushing
his swollen member between my thighs. “You’re still dressed,” I said between
breaths. And with that, he rose up off the bed, leaving me lying there, like a
dog in heat, and began getting undressed. I had to prop myself up on my elbows
to watch this. He was a stunning picture of perfection.

He slowly unbuttoned his blue dress shirt one button at a
time, slowly, and almost tauntingly. He looked at me with intent during the
entire process. I was in heaven. “My God,” I said. Oops. Did that come out of
my mouth? His tanned physique created a beautiful contrast to his crystal blue
eyes and gleaming white teeth. I had never seen him with his shirt off before
that, just only in pictures.

“You like?” He was clearly amused.

“I like very much,” I had started taking my bra off, as he
was lifting his undershirt off his chest, which had hugged his very fit
upper-body muscles just perfectly. “Wait, let me do that.” I got up and walked
over to him, and slowly began peeling the undershirt off his body. I could feel
the heat emanating from his chest, and I began kissing his bare chest slowly,
working my way down. He just stood there with the kind of look most men have
when you begin working your way down to their swollen member.

He moaned.

I made my way down to his bellybutton, now on my knees and
began to undo his belt, and unzip his pants. He had his hands on his hips, just
waiting to be immersed in my mouth. Waiting patiently as I kissed all over his
body, making my way in and around the belly button as I removed his boxer
shorts.

He moaned, again.

I slipped him inside my mouth and began having my way with
him, caressing the underside of his balls as I worked his very hard member in
and out of my mouth. I let it slip deep down my throat, and as I did, it
swelled incredibly in my mouth. It was heaven. I was caressing him with my
hands as I sat there on my knees going at him, taking him deeper, and deeper. I
was dripping wet at this point. It was like a dream come true.

There was definitely a devil on my shoulder during this
whole escapade, and when I get that itch, there doesn’t seem to be anything I
can do about it. And I certainly had the itch, as I took him deeper and faster
into my mouth, making him moan over, and over again. Eventually, I slowly
removed him from my mouth, and he picked me up and pushed me back onto the bed
– I love it when a guy is forceful like that – and he removed my
skimpy pink panties and tossed them aside.

He dove in between my legs with a passion, and I tilted my
head up to the ceiling as I tried to steady myself on my elbows, my hair
whipping back. I moaned, over and over again. He played with the flesh between
my legs, taking it into his lips and slowly caressing it back and forth with
his tongue. His fingers made their way to meet his mouth, and I was in heaven.
My head was tilted back and I was moaning in ecstasy. It was incredible. It was
everything that I had ever expected it to be.

After several minutes of diving between my legs he lifted
up, and began to kiss me all over, making his way up to my breasts, which he
took his time on. He kissed my breasts around, and around, finally sucking the
nipples into his mouth again. I was creaming for him to mount me at this point.

“Come here,” I said, pulling him up on top of me.

He moaned.

I moaned.

He moved up and mounted me, positioning himself just over
me, teasing me with his swollen member as it touched the fleshy lips between my
legs. He had raised himself up with his hands so that all of the muscles in his
upper torso were visible and protruding from his very fit, tanned physique.

I moaned, again.

He inserted himself, slowly at first. As he did, he dove
back down to kiss me, sending his tongue deep into my mouth as both of our
bodies arched into one another. He slowly made his way up and down as his
tongue played with mine. He held himself up with one hand and gently grabbed my
hair from the back of my head and pulled. I arched my back even further, and he
inserted himself further into me.

We began going at it. He was moving up and down, faster, and
faster, and we were beginning to build up steam. He began kissing my neck, as
he thrust himself quicker and quicker inside of me. I was dripping all over
him. I was grabbing his back with my hands, my fingers gently raised only
slightly, so as not to hurt him with my fingernails. But then, I began
scratching and clawing at his back, as he pounded himself into me, over, and
over again.

He moaned.

I screamed.

I was in heavy. Ecstasy. I was spilling all over the place
as he was kissing me deeply. It was the most incredible feeling as we both
began to reach our climax we opened our eyes and looked intently at one
another. The drunken haze was at a peak, and we were sweating and dripping as I
began to climax, finally letting go and my body shuddered. I was vibrating up
and down, in and around, and all over him.

My climax made him moan further. I moaned over, and over
again. He kept thrusting into me, harder and harder, going deeper and deeper. Then,
he whipped me around and got behind me, reinserting himself, and thrusting
harder, and harder. With one hand on my waist, and one holding onto my hair, I
had to hold the bed’s headboard to steady myself. He was pounding me harder and
harder, until he climaxed, sending his sweet elixir inside me as he groaned
deeply. I could feel him filling me and squirting all over, and I was creaming.

I climaxed again.

He flipped me around again, and this time, he looked
intently into my eyes and kissed me passionately. Was this real?

“Oh my God,” he said. “That was incredible.”

I just smiled.

“If I had known, this is what I was missing, I would have
done this sooner,” he said with a devilish grin as he collapsed on top of me,
our bare, heated skin dripping all over one another. I caressed his back as he
moaned further, resting his head on my upper chest.

We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity until
we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

When I opened my eyes back up, it
had become nighttime. We had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, and he was
still fast asleep on the other side of the bed. I could see his large bare back
inhale and exhale in a quiet slumber. The mixture of booze and sex must have
made him extremely tired.

I had mixed feelings. I guess that always happens after the
fact, but this was different. I had just slept with my best friend’s husband,
and as much as I had fantasized about it, and wanted it, now I felt some of the
regrets that come with the aftermath of doing such a deed.

I wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen now. I wasn’t
quite sure where we were going to go from here. I knew there was going to be
fallout, and a part of me felt sorry for it. But, another part of me didn’t
feel sorry for it. And being the psychology buff that I am, I know where this
all stems from. I know how the ego is divided into three parts, and the part
that solely wants pleasure – it’s called the id – that part seems
to be most prevalent in me. It seems to outweigh the authority part of my ego
– which is called the superego – and the id always wins for me.
Pleasure is what drives me, and as much as it’s gotten me into hot water in the
past, it’s what excites me.

I had always lived a boring life for many years. Since I was
a little girl, I had always conformed and did what people told me to do. I
married, then divorced, and grew bitter, until one day I just snapped. I guess
I was tired of trying to live up to people’s standards all the time, and tired
of this perfect little world people try to concoct. As I grew more and more
tired of it, I could feel myself reaching that breaking point.

When I snapped it felt good – it felt right.

Maybe that’s bad to say, but it’s how I feel. I’m not
perfect, and I never professed to be, but that romp with Robert Dorning was
incredible. Yes, I felt a little bit bad about it, but if you asked me would I
do it again, I would say yes, for sure.

As I was getting up and gathering my things, and putting
myself back together, he opened his eyes in the drunken aftermath. I never like
the feeling of being hung over, and certainly wasn’t able to keep up with his
drinking. I know that his wife has a problem with drinking, and I’m not sure if
it’s rubbed off on him, but he could certainly throw them back.

The funny thing is that most people are hypocritical. Most
people like to accuse people of being certain things, or doing certain things,
when they in fact do that themselves. I certainly like to enjoy some drinks
here and there, but overindulging in something is not one of my weak points.
I’m pretty balanced overall. Well, except for being quite naughty on occasion.
But who wants to be good all the time? I know I certainly don’t.

I guess when you snap, you just snap. That’s what happened
for me, and if you’ve ever felt the same way, then you know just what I mean.
Sometimes you just have to go after what you want, and that’s just what I did.

“Where are you going?” He was half awake now, and stirring
in bed, wanting me to crawl back in with him. This is where you have to make
your exit, because you don’t want the man to think he can have you anytime he
wants. A little bit of a tease, and off I go, was how I looked at it.

“I have to get going. Plus, Amy will be wanting to see you
at home.” Speaking of which, as I checked the messages on my phone, there were
several text messages from her and two missed calls.

“Oh, Amy won’t care. She’s too busy doing who knows what
right now,” he said.

“She cares. Trust me she cares.” I showed him my phone and
the messages from his wife. His faced turned white as a ghost.

Hey, Sara, I need
someone to talk to. I can’t get in touch with Robert, and his phone is off. His
office said he left in the middle of the day and never came back. Call me.

That was just one of the messages on the phone, and there
were more. “Yeah, so I should probably get going now,” I said, as I made my way
out of the bedroom, and across the palatial sized living area of the presidential
suite.

“Okay, when can I see you again?”

“Let’s talk about it later,” I said. I guess since I had
gotten him, it wasn’t all that exciting anymore. I was starting to think about
Amy, who up until that day, I thought truly had some sort of disdain for me.
Since I was a writer, you would expect your best friend to purchase your books
and at least give you some sort of feedback about them. Instead she had lied.
But I wasn’t so sure about how I felt about her lies. They weren’t malicious
lies. They were just lies that probably covered up some sort of secret
jealousy. But I don’t know what she would have to be jealous about; she was the
one with the incredible lifestyle, always jetting off to exotic destinations
around the world.

I thought about Amy as I descended the elevator to the hotel
lobby. I thought about what I was going to say to her, and whether or not I was
going to come clean with the truth. I guess I hadn’t really made up my mind. I
wasn’t really sure if I was ready to tell her, or whether Robert Dorning should
be the one letting her know. Robert Dorning. I guess the name wasn’t all that exciting
after all to me once the deed had been done. I guess you could say that I came,
I saw, and I conquered. I smiled to myself as that thought crossed my mind.

The man and the woman, whom I had seen earlier, got onto the
elevator on the 47
^th
floor. She looked at me, and smiled this
devilish half smile, but wiped it off her face as the man looked to her to say
something. I guess she came running back to him, after he probably begged her
to meet up again.

Some people just will never learn.

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