Sexy Straight Erotica
"Irresistible," a Romantic Sex Story by Angela Adams
Once in a while, I leave behind those everyday demands of home, family, job, and pretend I'm not someone's wife, mother, daughter, or attorney. I need to get away, and simply feel like an irresistible woman. Last Saturday evening I indulged in one of those get-aways. I slipped on my sexiest black dress, drove to the Milan Hotel, and strutted into the bar.
Seated comfortably at a small round table in the corner, I enjoyed a white wine and played a little game with myself –mentally rating the establishment’s male patrons on a scale of one to ten. A one wouldn’t garner a second look; a ten would dampen my tiny lace panties.
The blond at the bar, eyes scanning his newspaper, barely ranked a five. The gray crew cut, sitting at the table by the door was about an eight…and knew it. No damp panties yet. I took a break to look at the hors d’oeuvres menu.
"Is this seat taken?" a deep voice asked, interrupting my perusal.I looked up. The combination of his wavy brown hair, with a touch of gray tipping the temples, his piercing green eyes, and his drop-dead gorgeous smile nearly took my breath away.
He ranked a nine point five and counting...up. Dressed in khakis and a polo shirt that hinted at some nice pecs, he didn’t wait for my reply and sat across from me.
"I'm alone. You’re alone," he said before taking a swallow from his beer bottle. "Why waste a table when we can sit together?" He extended his hand. "I’m Rick."
"Jenna." I smiled, liking his warm, firm palm against mine.
As we sipped our drinks, we shared some chitchat. He sold advertising for a cable sports channel. I enjoyed hearing him talk, entranced by his soft, murmured drawl. Studying his strong hands wrapped around the beer bottle, I fantasized having them wrapped around me, touching, exploring, and stroking my most intimate parts. I considered his fingers – they were long, muscular, and neat – and I couldn’t help but picture a long, powerful, hard cock to go with them.
Rick leaned closer. "Look, lady, I'm done with the small talk," he whispered. "I got a room here with a king-size bed. If I don't get you in it within the next five minutes, I'll fuck you right here on this table."
His bluntness turned me on. Handsome, sexy guy? King-size bed? If I hadn’t been in the mood before, this guy definitely put me there. I stood, walked toward the door of the bar, and kept on walking until I reached the elevator. Then I turned and stared at the handsome face following me. My heart missed a beat. I kissed him. He kissed me back, slipping his tongue inside and teasing mine. A dizzy wave swept over me.
His status grew to a ten-plus, and my panties were seriously wet.
"Wait," he breathed in my ear. "I need to stop in the pharmacy."
I opened my purse and pressed the foil-wrapped packet against his palm. "I’m always prepared."
Inside the empty elevator, Rick pinned me to the wall. His mouth captured mine. His chest pressed against my breasts, and I was lost in his warm body, the smell of musk on his skin, the taste of beer as his tongue danced with mine. When the elevator dinged on the third floor, we sprinted down the hall.
A subtle lamplight tinted the room. He pushed me back on the bed, pulling at my clothes. Anxious to feel his bare flesh, I ripped at his shirt and yanked at his trousers. Garments were flung everywhere. Naked, we lay sprawled over the bed. His mouth and hands traveled my body, nibbling my throat, my breasts, playing with my hard nipples. His lips pulled on a nipple, the sensation was incredible.
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"Mmmm, that feels so good," I murmured. I reached for his rock-hard cock, stroking the length, desperately wanting him inside me. My nerves tingled, and the tension built in my core.
"One second, babe," he whispered, and ripped open the foil packet. Arching up from the bed, I bent my knees. With a groan, he was inside me, pushing all the way, rapid strokes thrusting into me. I cried out, delighting in the hardness filling me. His hips surged in a rocking motion, the friction, mind-blowing. I captured his rhythm, thrilled by the strong flesh ramming in and out of me.
In a matter of minutes, I screamed with my climax. Hot pleasure surged through me. Then, with one final, panting shudder, Rick shot his load, moaning my name until he ceased moving and collapsed on top of me.
When our breathing calmed, he rolled over on his side, cradling me to him.
"I have to make a call," I said, easing myself away.
"A call? Who?"
"My son."
My six-year-old was spending the night with his grandmother.
I sat up, digging through my purse for my cell phone.
"I want to tell him goodnight before he goes to bed."
"Oh.” He paused, then asked, "Husband?"
"I got one of those, too.”
I smiled, thinking of the man I had wed eight years ago, and how much I love him. My mother picked up on the third ring and quickly handed the phone to Danny.
"Hi, Mommy!” His voice was sunshine to my ears.
"Are you having fun, honey?"
"You bet!" He shouted details about the cable channel’s dinosaur program he had seen earlier. Then, breathless, he asked, "Mommy, where’s Daddy?"
I glanced at the man lying next to me, on his stomach, arms beneath the pillow.
"Daddy’s right here and wants to say goodnight." I handed the receiver to Rick. He sat up and put the receiver to his ear and smiled. "Hey, big guy. What are you up to?"
It was Daddy's turn to hear about the dinosaurs and, like the wonderful father Rick is, he hung onto his son’s every word.
"Mommy and I will be home in the morning," he said, when Danny gave him an opening. "And we’ll take you and Gram for pancakes. How does that sound, big guy?" He looked at me and winked.
I leaned over and kissed my fabulous husband’s cheek. Still a ten-plus in my book.
Copyright July 2011, Angela Adams
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