That Night

I walked into the hotel lounge as my heels clicked against the marble tile. Minutes before I was cooped up in the hotel room after picking up divorce papers. The packet was thick and a reminder of my failed relationship of five years and two kids later. Turning my wedding ring around on my finger until the skin turned red. Even more of a reminder to have it finalized. Before that I left without a word, after I saw naked women on his phone, some I knew.

I sat at the bar, making sure my dress didn't ride up. "What'll it be?" the bartender asked.

"A house margarita," I said. To my left a couple of other people sat clear across the bar. Looking each one over, I caught the eyes of a man with a curious look on his face. A martini in hand, I supposed shaken and not stirred, sporting thick stubble and dark hair peppered with gray.

The bartender placed the drink in front of me, I took a long sip, wondering how I looked from this angle. I had worked hard for the way I looked now, long evenings at the gym and a vegetarian diet worked wonders for the skin.

Usually I didn't interact with men who were older, and my friends always steered me in the direction of men my own age. Tonight I thought maybe if he would want me then I could at least have some fun.

He moved closer. "Long night?" he asked. Up close he looked different, his lips were full and smirking.

"Yeah... are you in town for business or pleasure?," I asked.

"I'm Charlie and here for business. I thought you might want some company."

How nice of him to assume I needed company. Although was it the vibe I was giving off?

"Nice to meet you, I'm Claire."

Charlie turned his eyes down to stare at the ring on my finger. "sorry... I didn't think you were--"

"It's complicated," I said, cutting him off.

His smile fell, "You didn't kill him did you?"

I laughed. "No, god no."

He lifted his drink to take another sip and stared at my lips down to my cleavage. "Do you want to go sit in a quieter area?" he said, pointing to the corner.

"Give me a reason."

He ran a hand through his thick head of hair. "To be blunt, I would like you all to myself, without the attention of them."

I finally looked around to the rest of the other men and some women. The women were beautiful while the men were short, tall, old--not older--skinny, fat, but Charlie sitting right in front of me was perfectly in between.

"If you didn't want men to stare then you shouldn't wear vixen red," he continued.

My body heated up from my face to between my legs. "Sure," I choked.

I hadn't been on a date since being twenty five. I was still young, just not what I imagined my life to look like after five short years. It was a blessing I only wasted five unlike my friends who wasted more or were still luckily single. Walking over to the black leather couch that sat behind the bar away from prying eyes.

I sat my drink down on the table. "Vixen?" I questioned.

Charlie sat closer to me, pushing a loose hair out of my face. "A red so temptingly sweet, tell me who wouldn't want you?"

I looked down again at my ringed finger, for better or for worse, right? "My husband."

"He's a fool then."

My heart began to race and wetness coated my inner thighs, if I got up there would be a noticeable imprint. Smoothing down the back of my skirt to verify. "Why are you still single?" I asked.

He let out a sigh. "Does being married to my job count?" he said, motioning for me to put my feet in his lap, as he begged me to relax. Afraid my dress would ride up and then he would see me wearing a try-hard thong. He continued. "Day and night I work without stopping, only to rest... it's been months since I've been with a woman."

His hands traced my calf, sliding across my smooth oiled skin. "That answered the next question I had, but are we friends now that you told me your whole life story?"

"Only if you tell me yours."

"To start, I'm a mother of two, I work full time and don't have a lot of time for stuff like this. It's refreshing to sit down with another adult and have a casual conversation, um... my husband is a pilot and I saw naked pictures of some of my friends on his phone, now he is a soon to be ex."

He sighed and maybe I thought it was too much information. Then he placed a hand on my knee and what I assume was taking in my confession. Rubbing his thumb over the exposed skin. The warmth of his hand excited me, I sucked in a breath. It would be easy for him to take advantage of me, use me, hurt me.

throwing his head back like he was thinking. "I'm not sure friends would be the right word for what you want," he finally replied.

"Since you know me so well now... what do I want?"

"When I look into your eyes, they're glassy, your mouth is turned into a pouty expression and your cheeks are pink down to your chest," he said, sliding his hand higher and toying with the hem of my skirt. I didn't know what to do with my hands other than pick up my now warm drink and finish it. I took my legs off him and sat with my ankles crossed again.

"Were you afraid I was right, tout-petite?"

I furrowed my brow. "Are you French now?"

"My grandmother taught me, I use it... when I want to impress beautiful women."

"When--"

He traced his thumb against my bottom lip, smudging the lipstick. "You ask too many questions," he whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe and down my neck. I didn't have any words for what was happening. My heart was now in my ears, so loud I couldn't hear myself think. It's been a long while.

The bartender came over to let us know they were closing for the night. I just looked at him ready to say goodnight and be on my merry way. With what just happened, I don't think he wanted to stop and some part of me didn't want to either. He stood up with his hand reaching out towards me. I took it.

This would be the dumbest thing I would have ever done; following him up to his room. I never have done this ever, one night stands were never my thing. I never thought about cheating on my husband, before a finalized divorce. I was lucky to get attention once a year, he wasn't attentive, but this man who I hardly knew, was giving me what I needed.

He stopped the elevator halfway up to his room--I guessed--putting both of his hands on either side of my head. As soon as my heart slowed it sped back up and a deep throb in my lower stomach. "Vixen, I could have you right now."

I bit my bottom lip, as he stuck his thumb in between, letting me suck on it looking right up into his dark eyes. "Good girl," he mouthed. His other hand gripped the back of my neck holding his gaze.

"I can't wait to taste those lips."

"Which set?" I asked, out of breath.

His smile extended, meeting his eyes in a sinful way.

He slid his keycard in the door, the room was spacious, a kitchen, living area and a bed separated by french doors, the sheets still messy from when he slept. Yes, this is the kind of attention that I craved. He sat on the couch pouring another drink and rolled up his sleeves and making a come hither motion.

I didn't know what to do except take off my heels--clumsily--and set my bag down on the counter. Walking over to stand in front of him. He put down his drink to grab my ass and down the back of my legs. Guiding my leg to his side and then the other--straddling. Not my first rodeo, but enough so that my palms were wet. "Calm down," he said, feeling he could sense my uneasiness.

"It's just--"

"I know," he said, running his lips against mine, and our breath intertwining. His tongue traced my bottom lip. Whiskey laced his tongue mixed with the scent of his cologne. My breath hitched, smiling against him. His hands ventured up under my skirt, feeling the lace panties I had on. Ripping them off. He drew his head back, "Is this what you want?" he asked, fingers barely tracing over my clit.

"Yes and those were expensive" I taunted.

He smirked and chuckled. "Even better, think of it as a gift to me."

He was hardly willing to wait, throwing them to the side. His hands stopped.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"No, just the couch is... uncomfortable."

At this point, I felt too close to him, my hand rested on his shoulder. I could feel how tense he was, I started rub, much like I would when my husband was stressed. Pressing his head into my breasts.

Before I could offer, he picked me up and my legs wrapped around his waist, kissing him back with the same ferocity. He bit and kissed down my neck, carrying me to the bed. Feeling his erection against my stomach and grabbed my hand to remove my rings. I let out a long breath as relief washed over me.

Laying me down, and pushed up my dress to my waist. This was the moment I wanted to feel alive again. How many times I was rejected by my husband because he was too tired or had to get up early. The damage was done when I came up here.

he placed gentle kisses down my stomach and on my inner thighs, exploring every inch of my lower body. I tried to take my dress off, "Leave it on" he ordered. Lowering the straps exposing my breasts, rubbing my nipples with his thumb. I was sensitive, I could come from just being touched by this man. He forced my legs wider, running his tongue over my clit and hooking two fingers into me. I gasped, my fingers gripped the sheets, I was a ticking time bomb. His breath was hot, and I couldn't take anymore, having not been touched in so long. I looked down at him, meeting his gaze. "Delicious, vixen," he growled.

"Fuck Charliedon't stop," I said, his name on my tongue like he was my god. Curling my toes and my fingers finding the back of his head. He didn't let up, my body heat increased, and my heart felt like it was about to burst.

"God, you're a fucking fountain."

He stopped before I was about to come, taking off his clothes, and tossing them aside. He was huge, his muscles now exposed and a girthy cock to match.

"I-," started, but only for him to spit on my pussy and finger me to completion. Barely finding my footing on the edge of the bed arching back until it hurt. He wouldn't stop, feeling myself soaking the sheets. Begging him to stop, once I got loud enough.

Wanting to take care of him too, I reached down, taking his cock in my hand, gently stroking. "You're going to make me come," he said. I positioned myself sliding off the bed onto my knees to take his cock in my mouth. Just to feel how big he was, as he guided my head, gripping my hair. I wanted to taste him, to swallow his cum, to have his seed all over me. Using my mouth fervently and letting his cock hit the back of my throat. Saliva running down his shaft and balls that I gently held in my hand. His thrusts started to become uneven and rougher, until he pulled away.

Then guiding me on my back once again "I need to be inside you."

He started to grab a condom, when I put my hand on his chest "only if you want to." Giving him permission was risky trusting a man I hardly knew. My emotions were rushing around my head, to only feel the growing heat, this was not love.

His body now over mine, and arms on either side. Entering me slowly. I relaxed enough to take him. My hips moved to match his rhythm and with each thrust, felt euphoric. Even my husband's cock wasn't this good and I had kids with that bastard.

His thrusts became rougher, I reached down to rub my throbbing clit. My muscles tensed around him; I could tell he was trying hard not to come. "Now be a good girl and come on my cock" he whispered in my ear. My moans increased, my back arched and body shuddering underneath him once again. My nails dug into his back; as he emptied himself inside me and eyes glazed over.

"We're not done, get on your hands and knees," he said. I nodded, biting my lower lip.

He grabbed my hair pulling my head back, spanking me, "You look even better from behind, Vixen."

"Please", I begged, not having a voice left. Looking back at him, our eyes met once again and his smile wicked.

His cock slammed into me in a single motion, feeling even deeper hitting my cervix, his fingers traced down the curve of my back. Goosebumps now rose on my skin. This is what it felt like to be desired, to be fucked without a second thought. Charlie kept spanking me, "You take my cock so well". I couldn't reply, pleasure overwhelmed me, tears filled my eyes, "Ooooh. g-g-god" I stuttered breathily.

"Yes, say my name. I want to hear it in your sweet voice"

"Charlie..." Feeling another wave of his climax, he let go of the grip on my hair. I finished crying as my pleasure faded, he gripped my waist pulling me in close.

I could feel our bodies slicked with sweat, he planted kisses down my back, I could see my reflection in the side mirror. My skin flushed with pink, and my hair matted, stuck against my skin. Taking in this moment, I didn't want it to end. I peeled my dress off with his help, exposing my whole body to him. He didn't seem to mind as he drew me in closer.

He sighed. "You made a fun little mess for us to sleep in tonight."

I looked over at the sheets where a wet spot had formed. "And I've made a mess on your cock," I teased.

"Mhmm, I'll have you clean me up in the morning with that filthy mouth of yours."

He had me pinned down with his heavy muscled arm, but I wasn't fighting him. I liked it even though I did need a shower. I liked thinking about how his cum was still dripping out of me as I lay here.

***

I felt his fingers running through my hair, the sun glaring in from the window.

"Morning," he said. I stretched my body into him, yawning, trying to open my eyes.

"I should probably get going" I said

"Why?"

"I have a long drive home," I yawned.

"It's 7am, I figured we have at least a little longer. If you wanted to, I'm not forcing you, but you seemed to enjoy last night."

"I did enjoy last night. I... we should probably shower."

"Mhmm." His hand slid over my thighs and gently moved them apart. My muscles were still waking up, Charlie slid one finger into me feeling how wet I was, then pulled out to continue slow gentle circles.

I gave in as he moved the sheets off and towered over me with his thumb resting on my clit and his other fingers nestled inside. "I haven't even started and you're already squirming."

Moving his hand in a gentle rocking motion to start, making my head spin like last night except I was sober. Looking down at my soaked pussy. He was going to make me come again. "Oh-oh-oh," I managed.

"Squirt for me like a good girl, okay?"

I nodded.

His fingers moved faster, pumping into my pussy until I couldn't take it anymore. My back hurt from arching so much and my legs shook tirelessly. I eventually screamed out with tears streaming down my face and seeing myself squirt all over him. He replaced his fingers with his mouth, trying to catch the last bit on his tongue.

He lifted his head back up to kiss me. "I couldn't agree more about that shower."

"But now I need you," I pouted.

"Say it," He whispered in my ear.

"You... inside me"

He laid back. "I want you to ride me."

I have been on top once with my husband, other than that he took control. I climbed on top, lining up his already erect cock to my entrance. I braced my hand on his chest, and tried to get used to his size again.

I felt nervous and excited, I started to grind against him as he let out a low moan. "You're beautiful" he said, meeting my eyes as he thrusted up into me. He grabbed a hold of my breasts, flicking and pulling on my nipples.

He leaned me forward, my hands in his hair as he continued, I felt the urgent need to kiss him, but I stared into his eyes instead. He was everything I wanted, he was who I needed. I felt myself grip his cock and his thrusts became eager, occasionally finding his mouth on my breasts again.

I was tense, letting everything go, my pleasure was his. I was surprised I had any voice left at all, "Charlie... I--"

"Don't hold back," he grunted.

My moans became louder and my eyes closed, starting to fall into his rhythm. My body released all that I was holding on to. I still wanted more, I didn't want this to end. He filled me up again and my body relaxed, finally. I brought my head closer to his and our lips brushed together. "Vixen... how about that shower now?" he said.

I smiled down at him, "Yes, please."

***

In the shower he rubbed me down with soap and took every chance he could to tease me with his fingers. I was always ready for another round, but I had to leave sadly. After he wrapped me up in a fluffy robe and we cuddled in bed for a while longer while we dried off. We didn't talk, just stayed silent for a long while before I grabbed my rings.

He watched me get dressed and leave, without stopping me and I did not dare to grab my panties sitting on the living room floor. Just wondering how, if ever, would we see each other again? He never told me his last name and I didn't either. It would be hard to catch up again and maybe he would have a girlfriend or wife next time. The world was small and anything could be possible. I clutched the divorce papers like my life depended on it and got into my car to leave.