Can't Wait

We have been corresponding with each other via e-mail for a few weeks now. I know you're married, and you're very secretive about your home life in your e-mails. From the conversations we've had, I think you are pretty close to where I live but you never disclose your location. We have been talking about getting together on the phone, wishing for it, but there just hasn't been a convenient time for that to happen.

I can’t think about anything but you. We have arranged to meet but it won't be for another few months. We've planned a long weekend to explore each other's bodies and fulfill our sexual desires. Sex is the basis of our e-mails. It seems like a long wait and we are both getting so anxious and so horny.

I come into work, open my mail, and see that there is one from you. I find the usual good morning with a kiss to start my day. I get to the bottom and realize you inadvertently sent me e-mail from your place of employment. Listed on the e-mail is your company's name, address and phone number. I knew you weren't far from me.

My heart begins to race, and my thoughts are rampant. I'm on the web in two seconds searching for all the information I need for a plan to come together. I see there is a hotel right down the street from where you work. Perfect. I call and make reservations. I finish up my work, tell my boss I have an appointment I forgot to mention and set out for my drive.

I get to the hotel, check in and go up to the room. I slip into a silky gown with thin straps, low cut, about to mid thigh. It's white, because that's your favorite color. It's about 15 minutes till lunch. I pick up the phone, call your work number and ask for you.

You answer the phone in, I'm sure, your usual professional manner. I can hear others in the background. "Are you ready for me baby?" I ask. Silence. "I can't wait any longer. I have to taste you, feel you."

I smile feeling very seductive and knowing you can't say a word. Imagining your jaw dropping to the floor, trying to control all emotions, to remain professional in the presence of your peers.

"I want to run my hands across your body, taste you with my tongue, kiss you ever so gently. When I drop to my knees, I want your body to surrender to me, completely." I pause. "I'm down the street at the hotel, room 417." I hang up the phone.

As I pace, I wonder whether you will be able to get away from work. What if you thought I meant after work? What if you don't show at all? I worry. In about 10 minutes there's a knock on the door. My heart is stampeding in my chest. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and open the door.

You rush in and forcefully push me against the wall. There is rage in your eyes that scares me just a little. Your mouth covers mine, and it's not gentle. Crushing hard, I can feel the heat from your lips, your body. Your hands roughly explore my body lifting my gown to my waist.

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