Another Man's Touch

Another man's touch

How a chance encounter in a hotel bar released the sexual being in me

I'm Kathy, that's with a K not a C! I've learned that you need to tell people what you know they need to know upfront! It stops you getting frustrated when they get things wrong. Now I've adopted it across my whole life, I feel liberated, as Helen Reddy put it so well all those years ago:

Oh yes I am wise

But it's wisdom born of pain

Yes, I've paid the price

But look how much I gained

If I have to, I can do anything

I am strong (strong)

I am invincible...

But that wasn't always the case.

I'm tall, 5'10" in my stockinged feet, I'm lucky even after 2 kids I've still got my figure, well pretty much so, maybe a little extra curve here and there, but nothing's sagging yet! I've let my hair grow out over the years, so it's now way past my shoulders and my natural curls and green eyes make me look a bit like Kathleen Turner in those movies with Michael Douglas -- well I think so.

My story starts in a totally ordinary way. I was studying for a qualification that would help me at work and part of that was a day course at a local college.

I found the registration desk, collected my delegate pack and still had time to grab a quick coffee. I was absentmindedly stirring it and reading the delegate materials when I felt a hand on mine. "You're going to wear a hole in that cup if you don't stop soon." I was startled.

"I'm sorry, I was miles away", I looked up into the most beautiful blue eyes i'd ever seen.

"I could see that", his voice had a rich, deep almost velvety, sound to it. "I'm Taylor", I see we're on the same course. I looked at the folder held lightly in his large hand and nodded.

"Indeed we are, I'm Kathy, pleased to meet you Taylor." We shook hands and he sat down across from me. "Excuse me for saying this, but you don't look like the sort of person I'd expect to see on this sort of course." He was dressed in a pair of stone coloured chinos with a blue shirt and a dark brown jacket. His shirt was open at the neck and a few curly hairs were visible.

"Yes", he smiled at me, "how can I put this", he paused to think for a moment, "let's call this a change of direction, perhaps even a new start."

"Ooh, now you've got me imagining all sorts of things", I could feel my heart beating a little faster than normal, it felt strange, but nice. "You'll have to tell me or I won't be able to concentrate on the lectures", I teased him. Why was I behaving like a silly schoolgirl? I could see he was hesitating, but eventually he seemed to gather himself.

"Well it's like this", I could see there was real concern in his face, "I'm starting over again", he was looking down at his shoes, "after some problems in my life that resulted in..." Again he paused, he looked straight into my eyes, "I'm afraid I was bit of a bad boy, and I had to spend some time at Her Majesty's pleasure."

"Oh my god, I mean what for?" I was totally shocked. He seemed so nice, what could he possibly have done to make them lock him up?

"Ah, let's see. There was the investment opportunity that I got a bunch of celebrities to sign up to, that sadly went into liquidation. And then there was the property development that never got built, but people lost money on. There were others but you get the basic idea. But, and it's a big but I've paid my dues and I'm going legit, hence this course."

Well, at least he hadn't physically hurt anyone. I stared at him intently, no there was no way he would actually hurt someone, not me, not anyone. "So how long were you in prison for?"

"2 years, well less the time off for good behaviour." His head was still hanging low on his shoulders. "I've done a lot of therapy and I have to be upfront about it when I meet someone new." He tipped his head to one side and looked up at me checking to see my reaction.

I blew my cheeks out. I could see how easy it would have been for him to bewitch investors, those twinkling blue eyes, that voice... I stopped myself there, before I too fell under his spell.

"I don't know what to say". I blurted out, "I've never met anyone who's been to jail before. You're nothing like I imagined a, I'm sorry, a criminal, would look like."

"That's fine, I understand, yes I am or rather, I was, a criminal. But I'm going straight, legit now. I'm going to try and do as much good as possible, for as many people as I can -- for a change!" I looked at him and yes, I could see it might be true.

"Alright Mr," I looked at his badge "Taylor Atkinson, so what happens next?"

"Next we hurry up and get into the first lecture!" He jumped to his feet and offered his hand to help me up. We collected our delegate packs and he led the way to the lecture theatre. I followed behind him, gazing at his broad shoulders and narrow hips, mixed emotions were playing on my mind. He was a very attractive man, But he was a bad man who bewitched people with his charm and charisma. Was I falling foul of those charms, did I care, was it that that attracted me to him. There was definitely something about him that made my heart leap.

I tried my best to concentrate on the lectures but it was hard, I could smell him beside me, hear his steady, even breathing and feel small electric shocks when he moved in his seat and his hand or leg brushed against me. He seemed to be totally focused on the speakers, he made lots of notes along the way. Occasionally he glanced across at me and when our eyes met his face lit up, his smile was intoxicating. I was certain he could see my cheeks were colouring, maybe even my neck too. When the lunch break came, I excused myself and dashed off to the ladies. I splashed cold water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. I gave myself a stern talking to.

"What are you thinking, you're a married woman, get a grip on yourself. What would Mark say if he knew you were behaving like this?" I imagined that he would be utterly amazed, completely flabbergasted, it was so out of character.

Taylor had already got his food when I wandered into the canteen, he waved to me and gestured to the seat opposite him. I collected a chicken salad and a mineral water and went to join him.

"So I'm not completely persona non grata then?" He enquired gently as he stood and helped me into my seat.

"So far, so good", I offered.

"Excellent, I shall aim to continue to please", those rich, velvety, tones were washing over me, I felt sure he could see the effect they had on me, but rather than comment on them he told me his potted life story. Rich parents, minor public school, university then a job in the city. Then he met some shady characters and embarked upon his life of crime.

"I'm sorry", I mumbled, "my life is very boring, married young, two kids, just back to working full time, nothing else to tell." What did he see in me? Did he see something? I wasn't sure, but he had spent all morning with me when there plenty of other "eligible" women at the event.

"It sounds like you need to take a few risks", he finished his meal and pushed the plate to one side. "It is dangerous but it can also be exciting, fun, rewarding, I've found it's worth it. Would you like to try?"

"I, I, don't know", I felt so foolish, stammering like a innocent teenager, "what kind of thing are you talking about?" My head was spinning, what was going to happen next?

"Well let's get some air for starters", he stood up and offered me his hand. I took it, it felt warm and strong, electric shocks were coursing up my arm. He didn't let go of it as we walked out of the canteen and wandered out into the hotel grounds. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining in a clear azure sky. I could hear birdsong in the trees that stretched out in front of us. He steered us to a clump of trees and as soon as we in the shade he pulled me to him and his mouth sought out mine. I felt his stubble graze my cheek and his lips found mine. He chewed my lower lip oh, so gently. I couldn't help it, I moaned softly. What was happening to me? Why wasn't I pushing this stranger away?

"I'm a married woman", I heard myself saying, "we really shouldn't be doing this."

"Do you want me to stop?" He had begun to kiss my neck.

"I don't know", I breathed, "I like it, but..."

"You're taking a risk" he said, "you have to ask yourself if it's worth it. For me it's a risk worth taking but you must choose." I thought about it and quickly decided. My hands clasped behind his head and I pulled him tight to me. His hands grasped the cheeks of my ass and squeezed them tightly. It felt wonderful, dangerous, but wonderful. I looked over his shoulder but we were well hidden from the hotel. No one could see us here.

His hand slipped down and he pushed my skirt up to my waist. Then he undid his trousers and pulled his cock out. I could feel it against my belly. It was big and very hard. His fingers slipped inside my panties and began to rub my pussy. I was already wet for him, I was unbelievably turned on. This was just so dangerous.

He picked up one of my legs, opening access to my pussy for his throbbing cock. He moved his position until I could feel the head pushing against my pussy. I arched my back to make it even easier for him. He pushed forward and his cock slipped slowly inside me, stretching me wide. I felt tremors building inside me as he began to work his hips. His cock was rubbing against me in the most delicious way and before I could stop I shuddered into a climax.

"Oh my god, oh my god, what are you doing to me", I gasped as he continued to thrust in and out. "That was, is amazing. Please don't stop.". Taylor smiled at me.

"That was quick. I think you needed that bad." He kissed me gently. "And by the way your pussy is gripping my cock I think there might be more to come too". He slowed down and settled into a long deep rhythm, his cock driving deep into my excited pussy. I could feel him almost pulling out before sliding into me again, and again. I felt wave after wave building and subsiding. I was clinging to him desperately. I felt a pressure building in my core, it built and built until I could take no more.

"Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes. I'm coming again." Then sensation spread right across my pelvis and exploded up my body and down my legs. I was like jelly. I sobbed into Taylor's shoulder. "Oh my god, what are you doing to me, it's too much, it's too much." My pussy was contracting madly, I was gasping for breath, my eyes wide open. It was fucking amazing. I'd never felt like that before -- ever!

"I'm not sure how much longer I can last" he was breathing hard, "I've been thinking about this all morning, ever since I first clapped eyes on you, you're so hot!"

"Me, hot?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing, "I don't believe you, I can't believe you."

"Believe it, your body is going to make me come, do you want me to pull out?"

"No, it's fine, I want you to come in me, you're so much bigger than my husband, I want to feel it when you come." Where was all this coming from? I barely knew myself anymore. But I knew I liked it, oh god how I liked it. I'd never experienced anything like this, it was so exciting, and I'd climaxed during sex -- twice!!

"Oh shit, sweet Jesus, I can't hold on, I'm going to come", Taylor's body began to jerk against mine, his hips grinding against me, and then I felt his cock twitch and a hot stream of his creamy cum splashed into me, and then another and another. "Fuck, you're amazing", his face was close against mine as he struggled to slow down his breathing and had to let my leg drop to the ground. His body sagged against me as he tried to regain his equilibrium. "That was simply wonderful, I have to have more of you. But I want to take my time to explore your beautiful body, to pleasure you properly."

I was beginning to feel rather guilty now. What had I done? I'd just had sex with another man, not my husband, but it was fantastic, wasn't it? I mean the sex was utterly mind blowing. Too right, this man was dangerous, but he was very hot too and I figured I deserved a bit of me time to explore this new me, a sexually reinvigorated me. I felt there was so much more to come.

"To hell with the rest of this course, I'll get the notes from the speakers, I'm going to get us a room for the rest of the day. I want to savour you, to pleasure you, to give you what you've been missing, what you need. Taylor was adamant and you know what, I was totally up for it.

Taylor put down his phone.

"Room 324, meet me there in 10 minutes." I nodded, he kissed me briefly and strode off towards the hotel reception, leaving me leaning against a tall oak and wondering what the hell I'd got myself into. Frankly, I was past caring. All I knew was this man made me feel utterly fantastic. From the touch of his lips on mine, to his hands on my hips and, dear god, his cock filling me up. I closed my eyes and took a few deep, slow, breaths to compose myself.

If I'd been a smoker this would have been the perfect time to light one up. It felt like one of those erotic French movies where the lovers smoked and gazed into each others eyes, nothing was said, nothing needed to be said. Dragging myself back into the present I checked that clothes were respectable and casually as I could, given the sensation my stretched pussy was giving me, I strolled back to the hotel. The hotel was a buzz of activity and no-one took any notice of me as I walked through the lobby and pressed the button for the lift.

The doors closed on the lobby and it felt like I was about to enter a new world, a fantasy world where dreams came true. I was desperate to see Taylor, out of his clothes. His body had felt hard and strong, I wanted to explore it and I knew he wanted to do the same to me. I knocked on the door, a pause and then footsteps and the door swung open. It was Taylor, minus his jacket, but still dressed. His arm went around my waist and he drew me into the room.

"I've got a bath running", he pointed to where the sound was coming from. "I thought we could soak in the tub and relax and get to know each other."

"That sounds perfect", I was about to rake my jacket off when Taylor stopped me.

"No, let me do that for you." He stood close to me and slipped the jacket off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, I felt his fingers begin to unbutton my blouse. I gazed up into those dazzling blue eyes.

"You've done this before." I sighed as his fingers reached the last button and pulled it open.

"Yes, but not for a long time. He knelt in front of me and kissed my belly, his hands reached up for my breasts and kneaded them through the lace cups for a while before they found the clasp at the back and they were freed. He tweaked my nipples, making them rock hard and hyper-sensitive to his touch. "You have a fantastic body, your husband must be a very stupid man to let you do something like this."

"I don't want to talk about him", I pulled his head towards me, burying it in my skirt. "His loss."

Taylor found the zip at the back of my skirt and slowly pulled it down, I wiggled my hips and let it slide down my legs, exposing my panties which were wet as a result of our earlier fuck. That didn't put him off, I could feel his hot breath as his lips pushed against the damp fabric. He used a finger to hook the slender band of material to one side and then his tongue slid along my creamy pussy lips, back and forth, sending tingles through my whole pelvic area. He pulled my panties off, exposing me completely. I didn't care that I barely knew this man, the pleasure he was giving me was so intense. His tongue found my clit and he started a circular motion, the pressure gradually increasing. It was like slipping into a hot bath, so soothing and yet almost unbearable.

"Oh my god, I'm coming again!" It hit me like a surge of electricity, my hips jerked and my legs buckled. I had to lean on his shoulders to stop from falling over. Taylor's arms held me upright and he looked up at me and smiled.

"Well", his rich tones washed over me like melted chocolate, "that's an excellent start. But I know we can do a lot better." He disappeared briefly and the sound of running water stopped. By the time he returned I had regained my composure now and it was my turn, I wanted to see what he was hiding under those clothes. I hadn't even had a good look at his cock, it was all too frantic and forbidden out in the trees.

I started to unbutton his shirt, he just looked at me, those blue eyes. I pulled his shirt out of his trousers and spread it wide, exposing an expanse of perfectly defined muscles, he really must have worked out a lot to get a six pack and pecs like those, even with an extensive thatch of chest hair their sculpted form was clear. I slid the shirt off his broad shoulders and he pulled his arms out of the sleeves and threw the shirt to one side. I kept looking straight into his eyes as my fingers unbuckled his belt and then undid the button and found the zipper. I slid it down slowly, over the significant bulge that had appeared in his trousers. I pulled them down and he kicked them off. All he had on now were his briefs and his socks. He really did have a stunning physique.

He went to pull his pants off but I raised a finger to stop him.

"That's my job", I whispered. I knelt down and my face was right in front of his crotch, I could see his erection was bursting to free itself from the cotton briefs that fitted him yet left nothing to the imagination. I rested my hand on the bulge and felt him stiffen and heard him groan. I hooked my fingers into his waist band and everso slowly slid his briefs down over his hips. There was some resistance and then his cock sprang free. It was right in front of me, in all its glory. It was perfect. Straight, thick, long, smooth and hard. Everything a girl could want, and so, so much more than my husband had to offer.

I licked the end of it, tasting his state of readiness. I let my mouth slowly open wide to slip over the shining glans. His hands tried to pull my head forward but without letting his cock out of my mouth.

"Uh, oh", I said quickly and he relaxed a bit. I took a couple more inches into my mouth, I could feel it twitching. I wanted to make him cum, I wanted to taste him in my mouth. I tried my hardest to relax my mouth and throat and eventually I was able to feel his balls against my chin. I began to slide him back and forth, making sure my tongue lashed his glans and the sensitive piece of skin below the head each time it almost escaped my lips. I could tell he was enjoying himself as his breathing was getting deeper and faster. I reached for and grasped his hands, so I could control the rhythm. Every time he tried to start moving his hips I repeated the "Uh, oh!" message.

"Oh fuck", he groaned, "I'm going to come, my balls are aching. Fuck, fuck, oh god, yes, yes, yes!" His cock erupted deep in my mouth, a warm stream of his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it as fast as I could, there was a lot of it. I barely managed to keep it all in my mouth, just a small dribble escaped my lips. "Jesus, fucking, wept!" Taylor pulled me to my feet, his arms wrapped themselves around my waist and he pulled me tight to him and kissed me hard, he would have tasted himself on me. "You're fucking amazing."

"Well I think we should have some champagne to celebrate", he grabbed my hand and led me into the bathroom. It was massive and the bath was more like a hot tub. I shrieked with pleasure when I saw it and quickly hopped in, immersing myself in the luxurious foam. Taylor opened the champagne, expertly, and poured us both a glass. He walked over to hand me a glass and I was able to get the best look yet at that magnificent cock. It was still not totally flaccid and hung down his thigh invitingly. I gave it a stroke as he handed me my glass and felt it twitch. Taylor smiled knowingly and clambered into the bath opposite me. We chinked glasses. "To you Kathy, to your wonderful body and your amazing tongue."

"Oh, I think we should be toasting you", I countered. "You were the one who said I should take risks."

"In which case, to us, to today, to right now!"

"To us!", I agreed. I leant across and kissed him and, having taken a good slug of my drink, laid my hand on his shoulder and caressed his neck. This man was so very good for me, I was going to make the most of it, for however long it lasted.

While the bath was wonderfully soothing and relaxing there was one drawback. With all that foam I couldn't see his fabulous body or tell what state of arousal he was at so I was delighted when he hopped out of the bath and offered his hand to help me out. He wrapped me in a massive fluffy towel and his hands rubbed me dry. Grabbing another towel he led me back into the bedroom. He laid the towel on the bed and told me to lie face down on it.

He disappeared into the bathroom but appeared shortly with a small towel wrapped around his waist and armed with bottles of what I presumed were massage oils. I was right. He opened and held them under my nose in turn so I could choose -- I selected one that had a nice woody, citrus combination.

He started with my shoulders, his big strong hands worked their magic, I could feel the knots being teased away by his magic fingers. My shoulder blades were next and then he got to work on my spine, I could feel the heat from his fingers relaxing my muscles one by one by one. They worked their way across the cheeks of my bottom and down the backs of my thighs, all the way down to my toes, and then back up again.

When they got to my thighs he began to push them apart, my pussy was on full display. His fingers brushed against my lips and I couldn't not twitch in response. The feeling was sensational, my juices mixed with the massage oil and coated his fingers. Then one finger slipped inside me, then another. Their movement was giving me little tremors and when he pushed them deep inside me I groaned in pleasure.

The feeling continued to build and when he touched my clit I came instantly, a different kind of orgasm, but none the less pleasurable and satisfying. But this was all well and good, what I really wanted was to feel that fat cock inside me once more, for a longer, more sensuous fuck. Thankfully I didn't have to wait long.

Taylor made me roll over on the bed and poured a pool of massage oil into my belly button. He spread it out, carefully covering my breasts, my nipples were already like bullets, down into my pubes, I was glad that I always made sure they were neat and tidy. Down onto my thighs as well, so I was glistening all over. I reached out and pulled his towel off, his cock was getting hard. He used the spare oil to give it a good massage. It was standing proud. I beckoned him to join me on the bed and he knelt between my thighs. He leant forward and we kissed. We kissed for a long time. His tongue entwined with mine, his teeth nipping my lower lip. God how I wanted him.

I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled him close against me, I ground my hips against his, encouraging him to give me what I wanted. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my tummy, I shifted up the bed so it was pressing against my pussy. Taylor sensed my desire and I felt the head of his cock begin to part the opening to my pussy, he slowly pushed himself forward, each thrust of his hips and his cock was buried deeper and deeper in me.

"Oh my god, you feel so good inside me, your cock is so beautiful." I was in a state of bliss. The friction of his cock was just right, he was hitting the right spot each time he pushed it fully inside me. I knew I was gong to have multiple orgasms, I just did.

I could feel one building now. Like a tidal wave it rushed over me making me gasp out loud. Taylor pulled out of me "No!" I cried, not yet."

"Relax, Kathy, there's plenty more gas in the tank". He knelt up and grasped my ankles and lifted my legs up and rested them on his shoulders. Then I felt him slide inside me again. Ooh, that was a different angle, he was hitting a different spot now.

"Jesus that feels deep", I was panting as he set a more rapid rhythm. "I can feel your balls slapping against me too." It felt really different, but I knew it wouldn't make me come, so I told him, "I want to sit on that big fat cock!"

"Ok", he slid out of me and rolled onto his back, "what the lady wants, the lady gets!". His cock was truly rampant, glistening with the mixture of massage oil and our juices. I knelt across his hips, facing him and with his cock wedged between us. My pussy was so slippery I was able to slide back and forth, his cock disappearing between my legs before emerging, purple head first. Taylor lay back with his hands behind his head.

"You're in charge", he said, "it's up to you now."

I slid further forward raised myself up just a bit and let his cock flip up. I put my hand between my legs and placed it just right. Then I slowly sat back, engulfing that glorious rod until it was fully in me. I shuddered, I'd never felt anything quite so good. I raised and lowered my hips letting his cock slide in and out of me, slowly at first then faster and faster. Taylor was clearly concentrating on not coming too soon, the expression on his face was a dead giveaway. I was very glad, I wanted this to go on and on, but at the same time I also wanted him to explode inside me and make me cum with him.

I altered my position slightly, so now I was grinding my pussy against him. This changed things, Taylor's hands grabbed hold of my hips and he started to pull me against him really hard. This made his cock drive even deeper inside me, making me gasp, it was so wonderful. We got into a rhythm which allowed us both to stay on the edge, it was incredible, the feeling of being so close but not falling over was sensational. The effort was intense and we were both sweating, I could see the beads appearing among the hair on his chest and feel my own running down my cleavage. Our breathing was in sync, perfectly. Our groans and moans increasing in length and strength.

"I can't hold on much longer", I managed to gasp.

"Me too, anytime you want, just go for it, let it happen. I'm with you all the way."

I felt his cock growing even harder and thicker, my pussy clamped onto it hard and I felt my climax start to build. A purely animal, gutteral, sound came from my throat as it built and built and finally exploded inside me. I felt Taylor's climax explode at the same time. He was moaning and his body was thrusting hard into me. I was totally gone, my body had lost all control as my climax raged around it like an electric shock. I felt like a rag doll, my limbs seemed to have no strength in them anymore. I collapsed onto Taylor's heaving chest. We were both gasping for breath.

"The best, ever", he said when he was able to form a complete sentence, "I have never experienced sex as wonderful as that. It was totally mind-blowing. I'm fucked, absolutely fucked!"

"Me too", I gasped, "how the hell did that happen?"

"You took a risk, baby. You took a risk." Taylor cradled my head in his hands. "I know this isn't the right time but I'd love to know, where do we go from here?"

Where indeed? What was I going to do now? Now I'd experienced what sex could be like, with a gorgeous hunk or a man, ok a dangerous "criminal" but one who had released something inside of me. Going back to my previous life was not something that appealed to me right now. I'd opened Pandora's Box hadn't I?

"Well, I think we should talk about it. After a drink and some food, I'm famished!"

It's now 3 years later...

It's Marc's weekend to have the kids and I've popped back from the office and made them pack their own bags, well they're teenagers they know what they want! They've adjusted to the new normality really well. It helps that they both adore Taylor, bless him he worked really hard on building a good relationship with them. Never once has he dissed Marc or tried to replace him with the children.

When I told them I was leaving Marc they weren't surprised, they'd been talking about what a wall flower I was in comparison to their friends mums so now, because I'm with a hunky ex-con, I'm cool! I think they've also helped their dad, they've made him realise that he was a bit boring too, they've taken him to gigs, sports matches and even on an outward bound weekend.

Taylor's off checking on one of our properties, there's some maintenance needed and he's making sure it gets done properly, after all we have a reputation to maintain in this leasing business of ours!

Life, as they say, is good, very good indeed. All because I took a risk.