she closed the magazine.
“What’s wrong?” Margie asked. She was disturbed by the look on Marissa’s face. This was all in fun, an attempt to show her what she was missing. Instead she looked sad and unhappy.
“Nothing,” Marissa replied and shoved her uneaten sandwich back into her lunch bag. Her appetite was gone. She was smart enough to know this story excited her. Just like the woman in the hot tub who craved fulfillment, her body wanted something, too. Her body was talking to her. “Can I keep these a little while longer?” she asked.
“Sure,” Thelma replied. “I’ve read them a hundred times. As a matter of fact, why don’t you keep them? I get new ones every month anyway.”
“Thanks,” Marissa said as she put them back in her purse and collected her lunch bag. She returned the magazines to her desk drawer. There was no way she could take them home.
Over the next several days, Marissa spent her lunch hours alone in the seclusion of her car. She read the romantic ones with mild sensual stories and she read the more graphic erotic tales. She finally realized Toby was a selfish lover. He did not care for her pleasure at all. Marissa wanted to experience the reckless abandon the women in these stories experienced. She wanted someone to take her to the heights of passion, and she did not want it to be Toby.
Two months later, Marissa sat nervously in a hotel room and waited for a perfect stranger to show up. She was dressed seductively in a filmy black negligee. To prepare for the evening, she’d taken a leisurely bath and perfumed her body in all the secret places she’d been reading about. Scented candles were placed strategically around the room. There was an open bottle of wine on the dresser. She’d already drunk one glass to settle her nerves.
Toby was out of town on business. He’d checked in earlier in the evening and told her he was going out with a few clients. She forwarded the house phone calls to her cell phone just in case, but she doubted he would call again tonight. It would never occur to him she might leave the house. The LCD on the clock showed 9:29. A soft knock sounded at the door.
Her hands began to shake. She rose from the bed and clenched and unclenched her fists to stop the shaking. She peered through the peephole in the door. There was a man on the other side, but the magnifying glass distorted his image. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
Oh, my, she thought as her heartbeat accelerated with excitement. He was better looking than the men in those magazines, and so tall. He was wearing an open-collared, white silk, button-down shirt, tan trousers, and brown shoes.
“Hi,” she said breathlessly and allowed him to enter the room.
Trevor surveyed the candles, wine, and filmy negligee. There was a small white envelope on the corner of the dresser. She was obviously ready for the evening. “Hello,” he replied. “This is a very romantic setting. Is that what you want? Romance?”
“Yes,” she answered and looked away, embarrassed by her desires. She tried to forget she was paying him to be here. Was she supposed to say more? Would she have to tell him what to do? All these questions were filtering through her mind, and she wasn’t paying attention to him.
He walked up behind her and slipped his arm around her waist. He lifted her hair from the back of her neck and kissed her nape softly. She smelled good. Slowly he turned her in his arms and brought his mouth down upon hers.
Marissa fought the desire to faint. His mouth was so sweet, and he tasted so good. She eagerly inserted her tongue into his mouth. This oral exploration was new to her. The sensations running up and down her spine were new. She welcomed all feelings.
Trevor’s hand lightly cupped her breast through the negligee. Her nipples were erect and craving for attention from his lips. He did not deprive them or her of the glorious sensation of his mouth on their rigid peaks.
Marissa lost herself in her desire for fulfillment. The fact that this man was not her husband didn’t matter. Toby never touched her like this. He never turned her body to liquid fire like this man. At this moment, she was all that mattered. What she wanted and was getting right now. She raised her arms as he slowly undressed her by pulling the negligee above her head. With her arms raised in the air, he kissed the firm skin of the inside of her upper arm. Lightly he ran his tongue along the smooth, baby-soft skin.
Marissa’s body buckled at the strange sensation. She stood naked before him, but he did not allow her time to dwell on this. His tongue continued down the length of her arm to her wrist. He planted a few soft, feathery kisses there and then more on her fingers. Gently he pulled her fingers into his mouth and sucked them. His mouth was warm and wet. He bent down and scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
She lay supine in the middle of the bed and watched him as he undressed. His body was gorgeous, and she never thought she would find a man’s body attractive. When he slipped out of his boxers, a nervous fluttering of doubt crept back into her mind. She was about to allow this stranger uninhibited access to her body, a body only her husband had touched before.
Trevor joined her on the bed and leaned on one elbow as he placed his hand on her rib cage. He could feel she was tense and nervous. Her eyes were like giant saucers of indecision. His fingers lightly drew circles around her belly button and moved upward toward her heaving breasts.
She fought the insane desire to giggle as he tickled her belly button. Her special place was tingling, and she could feel his naked stick on her leg. He’s going to put that in me, she thought wildly. He’s going to put that in me. Toby’s gonna be so mad.
He kissed her ear and pulled the soft, fleshy lobe into his mouth. At the same time his hand slid down into the soft, curly hairs protecting her vulva. Expertly parting her nether lips, he brushed the tiny protrusion.
Marissa’s body jerked violently at the strange sensation created by his fingers. Instantly she felt unidentifiable moisture between her legs and jumped off the bed.
“Hey,” Trevor called to her as she darted away. “You okay?”
“Gotta pee,” she mumbled and closed the bathroom door.
She sat down quickly on the toilet to relieve herself, but nothing came out. She rubbed herself with her fingers and they were wet; she smelled her fingers, and they did not smell like pee. Hmmm, she thought. What is this? Gingerly she slipped and rubbed the same spot he had and got that strange feeling again. Suddenly she remembered the book said something like this was supposed to happen when her body was getting ready for the man to enter her. Or maybe she had just had an orgasm? Had she come that fast? She didn’t know. She never had this happen with Toby. He always complained she was too dry. He was always spitting on her so he could shove his thing inside.
Trevor meanwhile was ready to get on with the process. He hadn’t planned to be here all day. “Hey, sweetheart, are you coming back to bed?”
She took a deep breath and opened the door sheepishly. She didn’t want to appear as naive as she knew she must appear right now. Slowly she climbed back into the bed next to him and lay on her back with her eyes closed. His man stick was rubbing on her thigh again.
“Sweetheart, this is not an execution. I’m here because you called me, remember? Open your eyes,” he commanded softly as he began to nibble on her ear again.
She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, afraid to look at him. He took her hand and placed it on his stiffening rod. “Look at me,” he whispered.
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