I like to tell myself that women who are in committed relationship have that one secret craving. That one thing that they fantasize about regularly. An itch that cant be scratched by your husband/boyfriend.

For me that itch is being taken to a land of pleasure by an older gentleman, in my case a older white married gentleman.

This isn't something that I just decided I wanted overnight. This has been with me since I was 17. I would find myself day dreaming in class over my history teacher. Not a romantic daydream about us kissing over a candle lit dinner but a intense daydream about him pining my hands above my head and rubbing my throbbing pussy through my soaked panties.

But since I couldn't have that I just ley it go. As I got older I started noticing how much more my attraction to older white men got. So many would come into my job, suit and tie, perfectly style salt and pepper hair and breath taking smiles. They would talk to me, some flirted and some came in just to speak to me. By the end of my shift I would have wet panties. But I was trying to be good so I never attempted anything with them.

Recently my boyfriend has been talking about marriage, so I decided I wanted to fulfil my fantasy and decided on looking for a one time thing with an older man. The search was on! luckily i didnt even have to search long, after a week i met the guy i knew i wanted to give myself to.

This man always came into my job with his wife. He never flirted and the converstaion was always short. I spent more time talking to his wife and helping her. It was very rare but sometimes i would catch him starring at me but he would quickly look away when our eyes met.

I was closing the store up one night when my manager handed me a receipt with writing one the back. Confused, I took it and he told me a costumer wanted me to email them about some volunteer work Thursday. I thought nothing of it.

The next day after work I decided to send a email the mystery customer and quickly received a reply. It was very long email introducing himself as seth and letting me know there was no volunteer work, he just needed to talk to me and he didnt want to do it in front of his wife. I instantly knew who it was.

After exchanging emails for a bit I asked why was he even emailing me. He told me how every time he comes into the stores he looks for me, he likes to watch me help his wife while he plays fantasies in his head about us. I was beyond shocked because i didnt think he had interest in me at all. The next email that followed was him informing me he would be at a hotel the next day before he had to leave for new york for work.

I didnt miss a beat, asking if he wanted me to meet him there. he didnt reply until the next day. The email was simply the name and address of his hotel with his room number. It was only 15mins away from me. I showered, shaved and put my best panties on because I was 100% sure I would get what I wanted that night.

I was standing not even 5 steps away from the door. My nerves had kicked in, I had to give myself a prep talk before I lightly knocked on his door. After a few seconds he came to the door and all I could do was smile.

Seth had just turned 40 and you couldn't tell one bit. He looked so much better this night than any time I'd seen him in the store. His hair black and grey hair was styled in a messy look. He was wearing his business clothes. His sleeves rolls up and shirt slightly unbutton. I could of melted right at the door.

I walked in and he instantly greeted me with a hug and soft kiss on the cheek. He made me a drink and we talk about work, life, and how crazy it was we were doing this. After awhile I noticed neither of us touched our drinks and I was ok with that because I wanted to be able to remember it all.

He sat on the bed and told me it was ok to sit next to him. I kicked my shoes off and climbed up next to him. My smile was from ear to ear as he started moving hairs out of my face. Before I knew it he started kissing me. They were so soft and passionate. I couldn't stop my body from pressing against his and wrapping my arms around him. He kissed me like he missed me, my cheeks, neck and chest. I couldnt help but let out a small moan.

That was his sign, he slowly laid me back and placed himself on top of me, still kissing me. The dress I was wearing fell up as my legs parted. He took his time and slid his hands up my thighs and to my stomach. Rubbing the inside of my thighs then back to my stomach. I had lost control of my body and before I knew it lifting my hips trying to get closer to him.

He set me up to remove my dress, I sat there in my underwear and bra, legs wrapped around him. He removed my bra and started kissing my breast. Softly pulling on my rings with his teeth. I could feel my entire body getting hotter and hotter.

He laid me back again and removed my panties, by this time I was unbuttoning his shirt and trying to unbuckle his pants. I could see the print of his hard cock through his pants and all I wanted was for him to be inside me.

He was completely naked now, back in place between my legs. The kissing started again and I pulled him down closer to me and lifted my hips closer. Close enough to were I could feel the head right at the tip of my wet lips. As I moved closer he moved back, teasing me.

He would only put the tip inside me then slowly pull away. At this point my body was no longer mine. I wanted him to just put it all in so bad but he refused and just continue teasing me. Every time he would inch a little more of himself inside me. I felt the wetness running down my ass.

He finally slide all the way inside me and I couldnt help but to let out a loud moan. He took his time, each thrust going deeper and deeper. At times he would go sooo deep then Just stop and stay inside me. Whenever he did that I would lift my hips and slowly rock back and forth. Wrapping my legs around him and grinding.

I couldnt handle it anymore so I pushed him off of me and turned him to his back. Climbing on top. I lifted so he couldn't reach me and started rubbing myself. Never breaking eye contact I slowly lowered myself on to him and slowly started grinding. My legs were shaking out of control.

I started to pick up speed and I could tell in his face he enjoyed every minute of it. His eyes closed and he grabbed my ass and protested for me to stop but I didnt. He took my arms and pulled me down on him, holding me close. I never stoped moving my hips. Over and over again he said stop then started to let out moans himself telling me he didnt want to cum yet. But I wanted him to. So I struggled free sat up and and rode him hard while I rubbed my clit.

Before I knew it he was digging his nails in my ass and had done the same to his chest.

We stayed there with him inside me for a bit, catching our breath.
afterwards we talked for a bit and went at it again. I didnt leave his room until 8am. He sent me a email telling about how much he enjoyed it and wanted to make it a regular thing. I dont know how its all gonna end up but I do know I loved every minute of that night.

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