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Sex with a Stranger (FM, cheat, true)
by Marie Durois
February, 2000
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my story, and I would
appreciate it if my name and my email address were
always associated with it. Obviously it has
sexual content. Any person who has problems with that
should not read further.]
It was an intensely busy period of my life. Too many
meetings, too much work, too many personal
commitments. I felt as if I could hardly breathe. I
loved working in the Internet industry but I was
crazed most of the time, running on adrenaline and
caffeine. People would say, "How do you do all you
do?" and I would respond, "Caffeine management."
One day I returned to my desk after yet another
meeting and was dismayed to receive a call from T.J.,
a senior manager in another department. In his
voicemail message he asked me to come to a meeting
out of town and deliver a presentation on my
specialty area to help close a big sale worth
millions of dollars. He had been recommended to me by
another senior manager in a different department, who
later promoted me and became my boss. The manager
who'd recommended me was someone I admired and
respected, and so I felt somewhat obligated to try to
help the guy who'd called if I possibly could. He
sounded like a charming though ingratiating sales
type. I knew the type. Extroverted, gregarious but
not always possessed of much brain power, just
schmooze power. But I would try to help him anyway.
But my initial gut reaction was "Oh no!" as I
considered my overly-packed calendar. It would take a
veritable shoehorn to fit that trip into my already-
full life. And in addition, it turned out there would
be no one technical at the meeting, and of course the
customer was known to be very technical. I had to get
there. No one else could properly explain the topic
and handle the customer's questions.
So I called him back and we discussed the project and
why my presence was needed. Live on the phone, he
turned out to be a very appealing, energetic
attractive-sounding salesy man with a warm pleasant
voice. We laughed easily together and I quickly
realized that this guy was much brighter and more
perceptive than the average sales type. He was
sympathetic to my calendar congestion and was willing
to do the meeting without me - but it clearly sounded
as if my presentation and presence would help the
overall cause. We bantered and I agreed to attend the
meeting if the right flights could be found. Business
accomplished, we relaxed and the conversation strayed
to other things. I was surprised at how much I liked
him, at how easy he was to talk to. The conversation
just flowed, and we quickly ceased discussing
business. I've been told often I have a melodious and
sexy voice, so perhaps I unconsciously turned up the
sex-appeal level myself as the conversation went on.
At some point he mentioned going to cigar clubs (how
did we ever get onto that topic?) and something about
smoking cigars being related to testosterone. And
some little antenna within me perked up as I realized
that I was talking with a very sexy man with a strong
sex drive. So I called him on it - the testosterone -
and he couldn't believe I'd picked up on it as a
signal. He didn't think he'd meant it as a signal.
But there it was. We'd been flirting and that word
gave it away.
Flirting acknowledged, we started traveling down the
wonderful fun path of sexual innuendo, bantering back
and forth, all pretense of business tossed aside. And
as the flirting became more intense we began to
discuss what we each liked to do sexually, beginning
at the beginning with French kissing. He said, "Do
you like to kiss?" I breathed, "YES, deep kissing,
French kissing, I love to be devoured, " which set
him off. Then he began to talk about what he would do
to me when we met, beginning with thrusting his
tongue down my throat and continuing from there, down
my neck, to my breasts, to sucking my nipples, to
caressing my heavy breasts with his hands, and on and
on. I was working from home and getting very excited
just by the things he said and his sexy manner. I
undressed, describing my actions to him, as he
continued to ravish me with his words. I eventually
began to pleasure myself there in the chair, next to
the computer, totally naked, as his sexy voice urged
me onward until I finally came with an explosive
orgasm. He, unfortunately, was in an office, in a
cubicle with glass on the top, his hardon straining
in his pants. I told him I would pleasure him in
person when we met.
When we began this little flirtation, I don't think
either of us ever consciously planned or intended to
be= unfaithful to our mates; without even discussing
it we knew that we did not intend to start some
long-term love affair that could cause heartache. He
was married and hadn't fooled around yet during this
particular marriage. I was living with someone and
hadn't cheated either-but I wasn't "getting any"
either and I was tired of it. I wanted to get laid!
We were close in age and reminisced about the '70s,
when sex was free and easy and before AIDS had
happened on the scene.
So almost as a dare and just for an adventure, we
both agreed that we would meet in person in that
distant city and make love, having never met
previously in person. We faxed pictures back and
forth but didn't recognize each other, or so we
thought, although we had both attended at least one
large corporate gathering within the previous couple
of years.
A few days later, after much anticipation, I was
waiting in my hotel room, down the road from his -
unfortunately, since his hotel had been all booked
up. He called me as soon as he arrived at his hotel
after flying in. He said, "Are you sure you want to
do this?" And I said "Absolutely!". Because I'd
decided that I definitely did want to have some fun
and this seemed a safe, anonymous way to add a little
spice to my life. Unfortunately, we didn't have much
time. His flight had been delayed and we only had
about 45 minutes to meet and make love before we had
to leave for dinner.
I waited anxiously as he drove the few blocks to my
hotel. Who would he be? Would the sex be as good in
person as it had been on the phone?
A few minutes later there was a knock - and there he
was -6'4", well-built, quite handsome, a big man. He
had large, dark eyes, a mouth with large, sensual
lips that crinkled into a smile the moment he saw me,
and thick, curly salt and pepper hair. He wore dark-
framed glasses.
We looked at each other and burst out laughing. I
recognized him and I said so, even though we'd never
actually spoken to each other. He laughed, too,
because he also recognized me. We realized that we
had seen each other before, at a large company
gathering a year ago. There had been 800 people
there. I had given five technical training classes of
an hour and a half; he had not attended even one of
them because they were all packed. The hotel
hallways had been huge crushes of people making
movement difficult. Yet on some peripheral level we'd
each noticed the other, perhaps because we're both
tall and attractive in our own ways. So of course it
was very easy to goforward - because we had really
been attracted to each other from the start, but
hadn't really met or had the opportunity to pursue
it.
But it still felt strange to be together. We had
never actually met. We had never exchanged
flirtatious glances, surreptitiously touched under a
table in a restaurant. We had never followed the
normal course of a flirtation, from eye contact and
innuendos to little touches to kisses to finally
meeting in a hotel room to have sex. We were together
at that moment and in a minute or so
we would be naked and he would be inside me, chest to
chest, pubis to pubis, his cock penetrating my most
private secret depths.
And we didn't have a lot of time. There was a sense
of haste, and a goal to be accomplished. As if we
both agreed, "We said we'd do it, so let's get on
with it." We both hastily stripped. I lay on the bed
and welcomed him into my arms.
Though there wasn't much time, we had to start with
kissing. We both loved to kiss! I will never forget
his kisses, his rich, sensual lips and hungry mouth.
His tongue was large, but quick and darting, plunging
into my mouth. Mine responded, seeking the inside of
his mouth, dancing a tiny tongue tango with his. His
lips were soft and large. It felt as if we were
devouring each other with our mouths. I was instantly
wet, wanting him inside me, ready to feel his hard
cock plunging into me. I wanted his mouth all over my
body, beginning with my mouth, progressing to my
ears, my neck, my breasts, and onward, until he'd
kissed, licked and sucked every inch of me-but there
wasn't time, this time.
There was no time for elegant foreplay. He pulled on
a condom and quickly slid inside me. It was strange
to have this unknown, handsome man, naked, on top of
me and inside of me. He felt the awkwardness of it
too. Later he admitted that he and his wife hadn't
been "doing it" much and he was out of practice. He
was only able to stroke for= a few minutes before
cumming. I was disappointed, as I had expected a
red-hot lover, but I said nothing. I
hadn't been "getting any" at home either, and
frankly, any fucking was better than none at all in
my book. I was still grateful for the experience.
Afterwards, in the few minutes we had left, we
cuddled and rolled around while enjoying conversation
and getting to know each other better. It turned out
we even shared a friend in common, another sales type
who'd grown up to be an executive; we enjoyed telling
stories about our mutual adventures with the friend.
It was clear to me this man was a true leader, bright
and destined to go far; he picked my brain on many
topics, quickly getting to the "so what" of every
discussion.
Then, quickly, it was time to go. Each of us had to
retire to our own hotel rooms, freshen up, and meet
for dinner with the prospective customers. I was
glowing, with that freshly-fucked smile on my face,
the tendency to take wide strides, to enjoy the
stretching my hips and pussy had just received. It
was funny because there was no one at the meeting who
had met me before, so no one knew what the "normal"
me would have been like at a business dinner. But
anyone who knew me, and who would have seen me that
night, would have known that something was "up" for I
was unusually animated that evening. Of course I had
to be next to TJ at all times, touching him under the
table, catching his eye, smiling in an especially
bright manner. After dinner we met at my hotel for a
second round.
This time I took him in my mouth, savoring his cock,
tantalizing it with my tongue, licking and sucking,
which caused him to moan with delight, while he
fondled my large, heavy breasts and played with my
pussy. Eventually he could not stand it anymore and
he cried out to come inside me. I helped him slip on
the condom and he slid inside me and buried himself
deeply within me, this time fucking me longer and
harder than before until he came.
Months later he came to my city on business. We met
in his hotel room. We began with wet kisses and
quickly stripped. He loved watching me suck his cock
in the large mirror behind the bed, delighting in the
pleasure I gave him. Then he again demanded to be
inside me, buried deeply up to the hilt, pounding me
with his vigorous thrusts until he screamed as he
came. I rolled over and laid on his large, warm body,
tracing circles on his hairy chest, listening to his
heart beat, then running my hands through the forest
of hair on his head. He laughed when I said, "I would
like to breed with you just for your hair!" We
talked and cuddled until it was time for me to go.
To this day I think I will always remember him as
perhaps the best kisser I've ever known. He was warm
and cuddly and big, which made me feel petite (I'm
5'9" and built like Sophia Loren gone to seed). I
loved tugging on the thick forest of his hair,
marveling at it, playing with it.
Our paths don't cross often, but we are still
friends. We have a perfect understanding. There are
no illusions. We can meet and make love - or not - or
simply enjoy each other's company. He still calls me
for help, because of course I am still 100 times more
technical than he is. After all, he's really just a
salesguy who grew up to become an executive. Oh by
the way, he got promoted since we met; I knew he
would. And I am always delighted to hear his teasing,
humorous, sexy voice on the phone. He makes me laugh
and smile. And I will never forget those juicy,
luscious kisses.
THE END
[AUTHOR'S EMAIL ADDRESS: mdurois@yahoo.com
Comments are invited.]
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