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Summer Fantasy
by A Romantic Fool (aromanticfool@gmx.com)
***
An old flame is rekindled as two lovers reunite for a
summer interlude. (MF, cheating wife, mast, oral, rom)
***
Chapter 1
We had timed it perfectly. I was waiting for you when
you got off the plane. My plane had landed just a half
hour before. The city we were in was clear across the
country. Knowing that no one we know would be within a
thousand miles of here, I pick you up and twirl you
around, showing off my hard work in the weight room. I
haven't seen you for a long time and you're looking
hotter than ever. I can't believe how much I've missed
you as I kiss you deeply. We hear someone mutter, "Get a
room."
"Good idea," you say, and squeeze my hand. I smile and
we wheel our suitcases down the concourse.
A convertible is waiting for us at the rental counter in
my name. The sunshine is bright and the Florida town
obscure and anonymous. Our bosses think we're at a
conference, so we have to put in an appearance. I
reluctantly let go of you as we arrive at the hotel. You
go before me and check in and you're gone. The loss of
you is a sharp pain, like something slid between my
ribs.
After enough time has passed, I leave my suitcase in the
trunk, as you did, and take my turn at the desk. My room
number ends up being 1204. I pocket the key and instead
of heading to 1204, head to a nearby ballroom, outside
which there is a bored girl behind a table with
conference badges. I give her a polite smile as she
hands me my badge and packet.
Badge hanging around my neck, I'm allowed to enter the
ballroom. It's a low budget conference, and I wander
around. I'm mostly looking to make sure I don't know
anyone. I don't, until I see you across the room. You're
a ray of light. You're holding a skinny glass of
something with some guy hitting on you.
I can see you leading him on, which gives me a little
twinge, until I see you half turn and wink an Irish eye
at me. I can't help but laugh out loud, making a dowdy
woman nearby look at me strangely. I smile at her, and
find my way back to the doorway. I didn't recognize a
soul. It's all going to work.
Ten minutes later, I'm back in the car, enjoying the
sunshine. You soon come dancing out and join me. You
reach across and kiss me. I grab you and pull you close.
I can't believe how much I missed you just for that half
hour.
We drive to our real destination, a quiet hotel complex
just far enough away, but not so far that we can't get
back a few times for appearances. This time, we check in
together. They greet "Mr. and Mrs." and while we know
this won't ever be, it's good for a smile and for our
summer fantasy. The room number is 214 and I'm as hard
as a rock in anticipation.
You attack me as soon as the elevator door closes.
You're up on me, legs wrapped around my ass. I'm ready
to do you right there. I press you hard against the
wall. There's a mirror on the back, and we can see each
other's hunger for each other. I'm tempted to pull the
emergency stop and find what's under the slacks that
look so fine on your ass, but I'm sure the bell will
ring, and besides, the second floor comes really
quickly. We disentangle, and make our way to our room
down the hall.
It's light in theme, with a giant painting of an orchid
on the wall behind the king-sized bed, but I barely
notice any of this since the second the door opens, I
kick the suitcases inside, close the door, and push you
against it. Our kisses are urgent and frantic. I'm
starving for your breasts, and I free them, probably a
little too roughly, and grab and suck on them for all
I'm worth.
You're wiggling that fine ass out of your slacks and
kicking off your heels. My cock is so hard that I'm
afraid to let you touch it for fear of exploding all
over before I'm ready. I drop my pants and kick off my
shoes and socks. You try to kneel down and take me in
your mouth, but I won't let you. I'm in too much of a
hurry.
Keeping your back against the door, I pick you up with
my arms under your ass and put myself in you. You're
incredibly wet and I nearly come at the feeling. You
cross your ankles behind my back as I push hard against
you, with you against the door, and start a fast rhythm.
I bury myself in you over and over again as I feel your
breasts against my chest. You're panting and incoherent.
This is faster and harder than you'd expected, and I
keep up the pace as you slam your hips into me.
It's really quick, but you were already so hot by the
time we got to the room that you're already nearly
there. I keep driving into you and suddenly, you stiffen
and quiver as the orgasm washes over you. "Ah, ah, God,"
you say, and mumble something else incoherent. Feeling
you shaking on me puts me over the edge and I come too,
rope after rope, so much that it's splashing all over as
I keep up the pace.
"Fuck. Me. Fuck!" I say, as I keep pounding you. You
keep coming on me for what seems like forever, until we
both gradually slow down and take a breath. I shift to
hold you in my arms more tenderly, and kiss you as I
carry you over to the bed. The down comforter is soft,
and now that we have the first round out of the way, we
can take the proper amount of time for the next.
We lay together on the fluffy bed and catch up. You tell
me about kids and work and everything fun and I do the
same. It's been too long. You stroke my chest and after
awhile, I turn the tables and start tracing a line from
between your breasts, down your stomach, and lightly
caress inside your legs. From there, I brush your nether
lips just slightly, then a little more. I find your
beautiful clitoris and trace it, and then, making sure
it's plenty wet, rub above and around it in a quickening
pace. My other finger is soon inside you, finding that
most sensitive spot. Before long, you're thrashing all
over the bed, gasping at the energy of your orgasm.
It's been years since you've come this hard. I crawl
down on top and my mouth finds you at the same time you
put my newly hard cock in your mouth. You work me
expertly as I taste you and start a good rhythm with my
tongue. You jump and moan as I suddenly suck hard on
your still-sensitive bud. I go back to the rhythm with
my tongue and fingers, and soon you're coming again,
throwing off your pace on my cock, and saving me from
coming too soon. I'm not ready yet.
As your cum settles down, I pivot off of you and reach
my hands under your ass. My hands are just made to go
there, and my cock is soon buried deep inside you again.
Missionary style may be plain, but it lets me look you
deep in the eyes as I'm thrusting inside you. My hands
pull your ass into me and make sure you can feel every
inch of me. Your hands are everywhere, guiding me,
pushing me, pulling me, rubbing yourself, and cupping
your breasts.
With your gymnast's grace, you sit up with me, legs
wrapped around me. I lift you for a few strokes, before
you push me over on my back. You come down on me hard,
like you mean business, riding my cock with abandon. You
are up and down, and back and forth, rubbing yourself
all over me. My hands are on your hips and then your
breasts, which I so love to hold. You are bouncing on me
really fast, until I pull you down, feeling your breasts
on my chest.
I keep pounding you from beneath as I hold you tight. I
make sure my finger is slick, and then put it lightly in
your ass, making you buck and pitch in surprise. I feel
you shudder on me as the extra pressure makes you come
again. I keep a tight hold of you as I keep up the pace
until your orgasm fades. We're sweaty and panting, and
you roll off beside me onto the bed.
After a minute to catch our breath, I roll you over and
put a pillow under your hips. I start by mounting you
from behind, with you laying on the pillow, with my legs
outside yours. My cock is a snug fit as I start pushing
hard, picking up a fast pace. Your ass looks beautiful
as I pound you. I raise you up on your knees and lean
back without missing a beat. You move back and down
against me over and over..
Eventually, I lay all the way back, and you're riding me
in reverse, I can't take this too much longer. You sense
it and slide off me. You kneel over me on the bed and
take me again in your mouth. I don't resist this time,
and in only a minute or two, you have me harder than
I've ever been, and coming a huge mouthful. Mess is no
issue, and instead of swallowing, you let the cum run
out of your mouth and all over me, and then slide
yourself through it to lay on top of me.
You lay on top of me for a long time, and we bask in the
orgasms and their afterglow. You're amazing, and you
just fucked me silly. Not much rational thought is going
through my mind, except...
...how quickly I can get ready to do it again...
We shower together, which gives me a chance to use my
hands to give you a string of soapy orgasms. It has you
so shaky after that I have to hold you up under the
water. Soon we're clean and dry and dressed and ready to
explore. It's dark now, but the air is warm and humid.
We drive to a nearby restaurant. It's small and intimate
and the food surprisingly good.
We sit on the same side of the booth and I'm touching
you here and there, at least as much as we can get away
with in the quiet restaurant. You look amazing in your
snug top and what I can tell are new jeans. Your ass is
something to behold. I love it when you get up to use
the restroom and I watch you wiggle your way out.
I can't take it and follow you into the restroom.
Fortunately, the door locks. I bend you over the sink
and pull down those amazing jeans just far enough, and
bury myself in you. It's not your favorite position, but
there's no time for anything else."Holy shit," you say,
as you can already feel waves coming over you. Something
about the naughtiness of doing it in the can, and how
hard I'm fucking you makes you crazy. I reach around and
rub your clit as I'm pounding you.
My fingers are dancing. I want to make you cum so bad I
can taste it. I can feel your legs stiffen as you get
close and speed up my fingers. "Oh. My. God," you say,
as you cum for the tenth time that day. You can barely
stand up, but I hold your hips and keep fucking with
long strokes. I'm there, too, and I erupt inside you.
It's a good thing I'm snipped. It's that kind of animal
fuck that has created babies from time immemorial. I
can't believe how much I come again.
We clean up and by this time, our food has arrived. We
joke and chat and plan. We discuss how to get your
properly tied to the bed and how you plan to tease me.
We think of some cool places to hang out. A cool
concert. Some excellent bars. We have three more days of
this fantasy, after which we know it has to end. But for
those days, it's real, it's hot, and I plan to fuck your
brains out!
Chapter 2
Back at the hotel, we're exhausted. After dinner, we
found a crazy bar where we had no choice but to get up
and dance. It was childishly silly, and completely fun.
We're in a different world and completely away from
responsibilities, cares--or even being adults! We cuddle
and I give you a backrub and we're soon sound asleep on
the pillowtop king bed. I have this amazing dream where
your mouth is on me, all wetness and pressure, and I'm
as hard as a rock as you work me. Except that it's not a
dream and I cross over from dreamland to fantasy reality
to feel you. I turn you so that you're over my face.
You don't miss a beat as I go to work on you above me. I
lick and probe and hum into you. The taste of you is
driving me crazy as you keep the pressure up on me.
You're so wet and hot that I'm able to make you come on
top of me. You pause as it pulses and shakes you. I keep
my tongue moving and work my fingers hard against that
special spot inside you until you are shuddering and
moaning.
My cock is twitching as you slam your hand hard down
around it, and hold on for dear life as you come and
come. And only an instant later, I'm coming too, all
over you and me. It's still dark, and we collapse back
into bed, not even bothering to clean up. We're soon in
dreamy sleep again.
Much later in the morning, I crack the blackout blinds
to just a crack of warm sunshine streaming in. You're
beautiful, tangled in sheets on a bed. I arrange the
curtain light just so and get my camera. I take an
anonymous, but completely lovely black and white of you
there: sheet, one leg out, a breast on the sheet, and
your hair obscuring who you are, but exposing your
beauty. It'll be a keeper for sure, I know. On the
phone, I quietly dial for room service breakfast and
espresso, and say I want it left outside the door. The
naked sight of you is all mine this week.
When you stir later, I hand you coffee and a croissant.
We make fake plans for Paris and Bora Bora and talk
about places and people and how much we hate our bosses,
because today we are glad to be away from them, even if
we don't always hate them.
You're dressed in flats and a summery cotton dress. The
dress isn't the work-and-home-and-friends you, and is
something you'd normally never wear. But we're being
fantasy people today. We'd found it last night from a
street vendor and probably a little tipsy, had picked it
up. You are light on your feet and cheerful as we walk
on the boardwalk, modeling for me everywhere.
You're leading me around, a bit like the "Lead Me Around
the World" photos (https://instagram.com/muradosmann/).
We're chatting like--and feeling like!--teenagers. We
ignore the fact that this will have to come to an end at
some point and just live for the moment.
We grab a light lunch at a oceanside cafe. The waves are
breaking not far away, and we sit and sip and watch
people strolling by. There's nothing to do besides look
at you and chat. Our phones are who knows where and who
cares what's going on elsewhere. The world will have to
get by without us for now. Later, we're on the beach,
idly turning some novel pages, and mostly just soaking
it all in.
The sun is lower now, and we're drowsy and content. But
then, an alarm goes off somewhere, and we're reminded
that we have to make one of those periodic check ins at
the conference, so we drag ourselves back into business
casual and zoom back to the corporate modernist hotel.
We mingle and mix at the conference event, making sure
to post a few things on social media about the
conference, though it gags me to do so.
It's a bunch of desperate people, living for the open
bar and craving something out of the ordinary by being
at the conference. You're surrounded, as usual, and when
we arrive out our planned escape time, we slip out of
there. The carpet, wallpaper, and even floor plan are
the same as a zillion other hotels in its chain. It's
suffocating and we have to get back to our sanctuary.
Chapter 3
Our downy soft bed awaits, and stripped of our corporate
clothes, we make long, slow, deep love. We're in no
hurry, and explore each other. I touch and you react.
You guide me to the best places, and I make you gasp. A
little tickle here and there makes you giggle, and a
finger inside you makes you tremble. I'm back inside you
and give you smooth strokes. You can feel my chest on
your breast, and it tingles your nipples as I move
against you. You wrap your legs around me and lock your
ankles behind my back.
I'm as deep as I can go and I'm pulling you tight
against me. There's nothing else in the world but being
inside you. Your eyes are dreamily closed and your ass
rises up a little after each stroke. It doesn't even
matter if we come. We just ride and ride and let the
natural chemicals flow. Our bodies fit together
perfectly, velvet and iron, all lights and flashing
colors of being together.
When you come, it's different. It's a glow that starts
from deep inside, and then gently consumes every bit of
you. It's warm and gentle, but shakes you to your core.
Time stops passing and you're not really aware of
anything else around you until you come down from this
natural high. By then, of course, I've filled you and am
laying next to you, whispering and caressing. Making
sure you know how amazing you are and how much I've
missed you.
After a long time, we dress and head out for the
evening. There's a tinge of sadness because we're very
aware that this is the last night. Neither of us says
anything about it, but it's hanging there between us.
It's still hot and humid, even though dark, and we
cruise in our convertible. An hour south and we're on
bridge after bridge, dark ocean below us. There's
eventually an exit that seems completely deserted. We
take it and park near an empty beach.
Our shoes stay in the car, and we're soon strolling. The
white coral sand is soft and wet and goes on forever.
It's amazingly dark and there's no moon. We can barely
see the white foam of the breakers to our right. To our
left, we can hear cars on the raised freeway, but it's
just far enough away, and dark enough to be invisible.
We're all alone in the dark between waves and sand.
We drift towards the water and let the waves wash over
our feet. The water is warm and the salt smell is
intoxicating. It's our last night, but we refuse to let
this come between us. We stop and you put both arms
around my neck. I kiss you deeply, and time stops again
for a time. We keep walking until there's a natural
ledge in the sand, which seems to have been carved by
the waves just for us. We sit in the dark and don't say
much and just listen to the waves come in. My arm is
around you and your head is on my shoulder.
Far out to sea, we can see a cruise ship departing,
festooned in strings of yellow light. Faint music comes
from it. People escaping and enjoying. You stand and in
a few seconds, you have nothing on, my sea goddess in
the dark. I can just see the curve of your breasts, and
the gentle curl of your hair. My pants are quickly
discarded as you straddle me. You're such a breathtaking
sight that I am instantly hard.
You lower yourself on me and we're in beach heaven.
You're my siren, my succubus as you ride me there on the
beach. My blood is pumping and all I can hear is waves
crashing. You're tight on me and you lean forward so
that my cock is rubbing you just in the right places
inside. I grab your ass and pull you down on me, over
and over again. The sand is warm under me and you're
warm on top and around me. Your breasts rub against my
face, and I'm in heaven.
Your head tips back and as your hair cascades, you see a
galaxy of stars burning above us, urging us on, faster
and faster. Somewhere in the universe, a couple stars
align, and we come together in a heap on the sand. We're
laughing and trying to keep sand out of anything
sensitive. We skinny dip in the warm waves to wash off,
though I can't let go of you, so we don't really swim.
I'm not ready to let you go. Not yet, even though the
time is coming.
Later, we dry on the beach and stroll quietly to the
car. I'd love to know what you're thinking, but this is
not the time. There will probably never be such a time.
We find a random pop radio station to listen to in the
car, and make our way over the bridges and back to our
love nest. The bed invites, and we crash. I keep my hand
on you all night, dreading that I'm going to have to
soon say good bye.
In the morning, it's back to make our final appearance
at the closing of the conference. We pretend to be
happy, but coming back to reality is hard. We check out
of the hotel separately, and make our way back to the
airport. We've already decided that good bye is going to
be short and with no regrets.
I have to head to the A concourse and you to B. They
have different security lines, so this has to be good
bye. And with huge mobs of the public. I hate this, but
it's probably best. We hug and kiss and this is the end.
Or not exactly. I, of course, watch your ass as you
stroll to the gate. You know I'm doing this, and at some
point before hitting security, turn and give me your
best smile.
This is how I will always remember you.
As I drift back to town in my upgraded First Class seat,
my mind starts to shift back to reality. It's jarring,
but necessary. There is good to return to, but the
memory of our summer fantasy will forever remain.
Fantasy, reality, reality, fantasy. In less than wakeful
moments between sleep and consciousness, I find myself
back there, in the warmth and humidity, with you, your
eyes, and your smile. And I smile.
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