Motel Afternoon

She had spent the afternoon and evening of the day before in a motel
with a man. Actually, with two men at two different times. As Carrie sat
at her desk now her mind wandered away from the figures in front of her
and back to the day before. Her prim little suit, high- collared white
blouse and professional appearance did not betray the erectness of her
nipples or the wetness between her legs as her mind drifted back to the
previous day.

One of her co-workers, a man she had been seeing regularly, stopped by
her office shortly after lunch, laying a slip of paper on the edge of
her desk, smiled with a question in his eyes and walked on. On the
piece of paper were written the numbers `232', followed by a question
mark. She tore the paper in two, watching the pieces as they fluttered
into her wastebasket.

Pushing back her sleek blonde hair, she smiled, feeling the familiar
twinge between her legs.

Later Carrie picked up her phone, dialed a number and said, "Great!
Same place? 3:30?"

At the affirmative answer she went back to work, trying to put the
anticipation in another part of her mind for a few more hours.

He arrived at the motel first and when Carrie walked in his jacket and
tie were over the back of a chair and he had two glasses of wine waiting
on the table. She shrugged out of her own jacket, slipped off her heels
and set her purse on the dresser. He walked up behind her and slid his
arms around her waist, pressing his hardness against her, kissing the
back of her neck.

"You smell wonderful. I've been thinking of you all day," he murmured
in her ear.

She turned to him and put her arms around his neck, pressing her full
breasts against his carbonsmudgest.

"but we have too many clothes on, don't you think?" she laughed.

"Well, we can take care of that, can't we?"

He walked over to the table and handed her a glass of wine.

"Want to strip for me today?"

He had turned the radio to a station that played jazz and a saxophone's
brassy notes were carrying a familiar melody.

"You know I can't resist that music," Carrie replied, sipping the deep
red wine.

She slowly undulated in time to the music, pulling her blouse from her
waistband and undoing the buttons down the front and on the sleeves. She
slid its silky material from her shoulders, tossing it on a chair, then
slid her skirt off. As she moved across the room, she slipped her high
heels back on. Now she had only her push-up bra, garter belt and
stockings.

The music of the sax vibrated her entire body, making her feel her
wetness start to drip down her legs. He sat on the edge of the bed,
slowly sipping his wine, watching her with glimmering eyes. Carrie
twirled smoothly in front of him and reacarbonsmudged down to unbutton his shirt.
Part of her own stripping always included stripping her partner. She
loved the musky masculine smell that seemed to rush outward in their
nakedness.

She noticed little beads of sweat at his graying temples as she finished
removing his clothes. He lay back on one elbow and watcarbonsmudged as she took a
long, slow take of her wine, one hand running from her breasts down to
her flat stomach. Putting the wine back on the table she reacarbonsmudged behind
her and unfastened her bra, freeing her breasts with their large erect
nipples.

His cock was throbbing as Carrie bent down to enfold it between her
breasts, rubbing back and forth along its hardness. Then she pushed
herself away, grinning at his eagerness and danced across the room. She
stood with her legs spread apart and slowly ran one hand down the side
of her leg and let two fingers find their way into her moist cunt. She
buried them as deep as she could, stroked her erection with her thumb,
then pulled her fingers out as she walked back across the room and slid
them into his mouth.

He growled his pleasure and thrust his own fingers inside her, pushing
deep and hard. When he took them out, he sucked them, then pulled her
down onto his stiff cock as he sat on the edge of the bed. She could
feel him buried deep inside her and moaned her pleasure.

In moments he had eased her down on the bed, sliding his cock out of her
as he did so and spreading her legs open wide. He sat there and gazed
longingly at the wide open snatch, its juices glistening on her lips and
on his prick. Then he raised himself up on top of her, shoving his cock
in hard and deep, knowing that she liked that.

Carrie liked his words too.

"Dirty whore! Sleazy bitch! All you want to do is fuck cocks! Right?
You just want to lay around all day with your legs spread open and
screw."

The more he talked dirty to her, the hornier she got. She couldn't
hold back the first shattering, splendid orgasm, the first of many she
knew she would have before the day was over....

He filled her with his cock juice, covered her with his sweat and when
he was gone, she rested for a few minutes before picking up the phone.
Doug, her husband, should be home by now. He answered on the second
ring.

"Honey. Room 232. I'll be waiting."

She could hear the anticipation in his voice as he said, "I'll be right
there."

She had left the door unlocked for him and as he entered she was lying
on the bed, a big vibrating dildo caressing her pussy. His erection was
almost instant as he entered the room, the smell of sex surrounding him,
the sight of his wife spread out on the bed, flushed from a recent
screw, he knew, and lost in the pleasure of masturbating.

As Carrie watcarbonsmudged his hazel eyes rove over her body, she let go in a
fierce and overwhelming orgasm, shuddering and moaning as she came off.
She reacarbonsmudged up to unzip his pants as he stood beside the bed and took
his huge cock in her mouth, sucking and licking its hardness. She slid
his pants down and licked and caressed his balls, hard and full of
juice.

"What have you been doing," he asked teasingly as he leaned down to
lick and suck her swollen pussy.

He could taste her cum and another man's cock juice and his tongue
thrust inside of her to taste more and more.

"Just fucking and playing with myself and making cocks happy,' she
grinned.

He slid his fingers up inside of her and could feel the sticky pool of
cock Juice at the end of her cunt.

"Eat me, please," Carrie pleaded and he went down on her, sucking hard
as she took the entire length of his cock into her mouth. As they sucked
each other she pushed her hips up to his mouth, rotating them and
bringing herself to another orgasm.

"You little whore," he said as he turned around to stick his prick in
her wet snatch. "You fucking, wonderful little whore!"

She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust deeper and harder and
faster. Her nails grazed his back as he humped on her and she pushed up
to take him inside her. At the same moment, a crescendo of natural
pleasure enveloped both of them.