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The next morning at breakfast, I saw her and husband and kids eating. I’d noticed her light brown hair that framed the sides of her angular face. Her petite and delicate body sat properly at the table with her legs crossed and a napkin on her thighs.

Didn’t see her the rest of the day. But later in the evening, with the sun warm but the air cool, I went the hot tub again. When I walked into the pool area, she lay alone on a lounge chair under an umbrella. She tapped on an iPad.

I placed my things on the other end of the pool. I didn’t want to disturb her, but I’d hoped we’d at least make eye contact. Her kids played in the pool and frequently circled back to hang out with her.

She had on sunglasses, a white hat and robe, and her hair pulled into a ponytail. She seemed oblivious.

An hour had passed. She never looked my way. I went to the restroom near the pool’s entrance. But as I exited the men’s room, she and one of her kids walked past. I’d tried to make subtle eye contact, but she didn’t acknowledge.

Making my way to the hot tub, the water sent goosebumps of relaxation up my legs and back. I hoped she’d see where I was.

A couple times, I glanced over, but she didn’t look back. I eventually felt ready to return to my room. Checkout was at 11:00AM, so this would be the last time I’d see her.

I had an idea. I put my phone to my ear – faking a call with a pizza restaurant for delivery. Walking over to where she lay, I carried on this “call.”

“Yes, I want extra cheese on that. My room is 224.” I paused. Then said, “No, my room is 224, you know, 2 plus 2 equals 4, so 224.”

That was stupid, but I had nothing to lose.

Later, I lay in bed with my phone. Had a long drive the next morning, so a 9PM bedtime seemed right.

Then the faintest ticking sound caught my attention. I brushed it off as possibly the AC. But I heard it again, “tick-tick-tick.” I climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom, thinking I’d heard it there. But it came from the hallway. Someone tapped on my door with something.

Many emotions welled up inside of me over the next two seconds. “Her husband coming to kill me? Hotel staff reminding me to pay a bill? Someone knocking on the wrong door?”

I scan the peephole and I see her. Her head aimed at the floor. I threw on a tee shirt with my boxers. Opening the door, I see that she’d been knocking with her plastic room key.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach when she walked in. She didn’t speak, and didn’t respond when I said, “Hey.” She wore black running shorts and sneakers with a white tee shirt.

“This isn’t the gym, you know,” I said.

She seemed nervous. Her hands trembled.

“Only have about 30 minutes,” she said, as she removed her mask. “How was the pizza?” she asked.

I laughed. My face reddened.

“Listen, I’m married,” she said, in a lecturing tone. “What we did at the hot tub should’ve never happened. That was sinful. I came here to tell you that. My husband and I are religious. We are leaders at our temple. I’ve never slept with anyone in my life but my husband. I’m ashamed of what we did.”

She’d said this while absentmindedly fingering a tiny gold cross on a necklace around her neck.

She turned and walked to the door as if to leave. She placed her hand on the latch, but paused. She glanced back at me.

“Seems like you’ve got about 29 more minutes, so how about we discuss this?” I asked.

I reached for her hand and led her away from the door. I asked her to sit on the edge of the bed.

“The moment we shared is ours to keep – no one will ever know.”

She stood up and paced slowly. The room was quiet. Then I saw it. Wetness had seeped out of her gym shorts and glistened on her upper, inner, thighs.

I moved toward her and put my hand on her arm. We made eye contact. My cock went rigid in my boxers. I leaned in and kissed her, a light, probing kiss.

“This is wrong,” she said.

I guided her hand to my firmness. She wrapped her fingers around its base. I felt her wedding ring against my dick. I pushed her onto the bed and kissed her ravenously on her lips and neck, below her ears. I pushed her shirt up and eased hot kisses across her stomach, and I moved lower, kiss by kiss.

She was obviously sheltered and inexperienced, and I was crazed with desire.

I rolled her onto her somach. I grab the sides of her shorts and pull them down, which exposed her bare bottom. I gently pulled her cheeks aside and kissed my way closer to its center. Then I lunged my hot tongue onto her ass and flickered it all around it’s circle with pressure. Her pussy throbbed – I’d never seen so much wetness spill from a girl.

I slid off my clothes and as she lay on her stomach. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her back. With her shorts still around her thighs, leaving her wet pussy exposed, and with her shoes and shirt still on, I plunged my cock inside her.

She moaned. Holding her arms pinned to her back with one hand, I reached up with the other hand and grabbed a wad of hair and pulled. She came immediately.

I kept pounding and pulling her hair. I then let go of her arms. I spit on her ass where I eased my thumb in to the first knuckle. Her pussy began clenching against my cock. “I’m going to cum,” I said. “I’m cumming…I’m cumming…” she said. Her legs quivered as she orgasamed. I pumped and throbbed my load deep inside of her.

We lay there quietly. My cock still inside her.

“You’ve got about 17 more minutes,” I said, breaking the silence.

“You won’t ever tell anyone, will you?” she asked.

“Don’t even know your name,” I said.

I stood up. Reaching down, I removed her shoes and pulled her shorts off her legs. She took off her shirt and bra. She removed her wedding and engagement rings, placing each on the nightstand.

I ran my tongue around her nipples without touching the center. I kissed lower down her body, licking the insides of her thighs and close to her soaking pussy. My cum was running out of her as I put my hot tongue on her clit. Adding pressure from my tongue, I wiggled it back and forth, up and down. As she got close, I eased my finger into her ass, slippery with my cum. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled it hard against her mound as I licked her clit. She came again.

Now, it was my turn to use her how I wanted.

Standing up from the bed, I reached down, grabbed her arm, and pulled her a few steps to a wooden chair where I bent her over.

I entered her from behind, and squeezed my hands around her waist. I pounded her against the chair. This was for my pleasure and I pounded aggressively. Her tiny hands gripped the chair’s spindles until her knuckles were white. Her cross necklace swung on her neck and hit against the chair in rhythm with my thrusts.

“I’m cumming,” she said. My cock began throbbing deep inside of her. Sweat ran down my back from the intensity.

I stood up. My cum ran down her legs as she lay bent over the chair.

I helped her up, looked her in the eye, and then wrapped my arms around her. We hugged for the longest time. Our skin on skin was warm and soft together.

“I have to go,” she said.

“Want me to walk you home?” I said.

NSFW: yes

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