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An erotic story,

My wife and I have been married for sixteen years now. Our life is still romantic. I still love her today the way I loved her when we first met, and throughout our marriage I have remained faithful. The erotic story I’m about to share happened several months before we began dating.

A friend of mine had received two tickets to go to Acapulco for one week as a Christmas bonus and asked me if I wanted to join him. Scheduling a week off at work was no problem and the idea of frolicking in the sun, surrounded by sensual bikinis sounded appealing.

The entire week was spent partying, bar hoping and drinking. On our last day, my buddy hooked up with one of the local girls who invited us to a private party that evening. I was exhausted from all the partying and since the Jeep we rented was in my name, I had to wake up early to return it. So I told my friend to go on by himself and have fun, meanwhile, I decided not to venture too far and headed for the hotel’s bar.

The place was not all that crowded, I decided to sit on a stool around the bar. Later on as it became a little more crowded two beautiful girls squeezed in on the stools beside me. After the hellos and the preliminary introductions, I offered to buy them drinks. They accepted but warned me that they had previous plans to meet some friends at another bar shortly. It turned out that they were from Italy also vacationing for a week. I immediately took a liking to the one sitting next to me, she was a sexy brunette, but with my luck due to the language barrier, she was a little shy. Her friend spoke good English and began to chat with me. The music was increasingly louder by now and I had a hard time hearing her. At one point when she repeated the same question twice, I had to lean over the sexy brunette to hear her. That’s when she took me by surprise and with accented English, erotically whispered in my ear that I smelled good.

Several minutes later the sexy brunette asked the barman where the restrooms were and he told her they were downstairs at the end of the bar. As soon as she left, her friend scooted to the vacant seat next to me and began to openly flirt with me. She was nice, but I was more interested in her friend. I knew I only had one chance, with that in mind I excused myself and headed downstairs to the restrooms.

I arrived just in time. The lady’s room door opened and the sexy brunette came out. She froze in her tracks, but gave me a sly smile. She wore a tank top over a loose skirt and I could see she didn’t wear anything under that tank top. I grabbed her from the waist and backed her into the concrete wall. I’ve never done anything like this before in my life. My heart was racing, but I didn’t care, I wanted to do this and it was now or never. When I took both her hands and pinned them on the wall over her head, she made a guttural sound; she was definatly not as shy as I thought. With my free hand I lowered my zipper and then slid my hand under her skirt. To my surprise she didn’t wear anything under her skirt either. I lifted her thigh and squeezed against her, instantly finding her wetness. Letting go of her hands, I lifted her other thigh with my free hand while she braced herself on me by embracing me. The fear of someone coming down and catching us, plus the way we were doing it, slamming against that concrete wall, made it more enticing and we soon simultaneously climaxed.

Without a word, we readjusted our clothes and she preceded me upstairs. When I arrived at the bar both girls stood and left to meet their friends. The whole episode lasted less than one hour and I don’t even remember her name.

Over the ensuing sixteen years of blissful marriage, I’ve never forgotten about that erotic encounter and often wondered if she still remembers our little escapade. While I’m madly in love with my wife and would never have it any other way, once in a while my sexy Italian will put a smile on my face which no one understands.

Sissel

Nine and a half weeks...my erotic story.

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Submitted on 11/6/2009

My nine and a half weeks...an erotic story.

This is my erotic story; it is a true story which I was compelled to title after the 1986 movie starring Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger because of certain parallels. Although my relationship with my lady friend might have lasted a little longer than nine and a half weeks, due to its erotically charged intensity, its duration actually felt shorter. Unfortunately I have lost contact with her and have not seen nor heard of her since 1987. This is our story.

We met in a real estate office, I had just begun as a grunt in the cutthroat world of real estate and Sandra (not her real name) was the office secretary. She was twenty-four at the time—eight years my junior. A beautiful woman with wavy blonde hair, she had blue eyes and a sensuous laugh. Though she thought herself slightly hippy, I thought she was very sensual—despite a conservative wardrobe.

One day, I don’t recall the occasion; we were required to come to the office in casual clothes. While many associates wore jeans and sneakers, Sandra walked in wearing a yellow sleeveless top over a black mini skirt and high heels. She strutted around the office and like the song says, she had legs and knew how to use them. This was the day I was hooked. Soon after, things suddenly took an upward turn. Rumors of her impending breakup with her boyfriend began to circulate. I, of course, took that as a sign from the heavens and began to unabashedly flirt with her. The more I flirted with her, the more I felt a sliver of chemistry develop between us. Now I have to be brutally honest here; I was really astonished by her receptiveness. I say astonished because, contrary to my mom’s insistence of how handsome I was—the Mel Gibson type—I was not. She, on the other hand, modeled lingerie on her spare time. Actually, her picture wearing only a bra and panties was on the cover of lingerie packages sold in department stores everywhere.

Several weeks later, it was a Sunday afternoon and Sandra came over to my place; we had planned to go grab a bite to eat. That day, for a reason I can’t recall, there was a huge power outage in the city and all the restaurants ended up closing their doors. We therefore decided to head over to my place. I lived on the seventh floor of a high-rise and with the elevators out of commission; we had to use the fire escape stairs. Thank goodness I had not chosen the apartment on the nineteenth floor. As soon as we entered my apartment, we both knew that this would be a point of no return. While she walked in the dark bathroom, I nervously sat at the edge of the bed. Several minutes later she came out and stood in front of me hands on her hips. She wore a loose fitting sweatshirt over some grungy grey sweatpants but I remember thinking at the time how incredibly sexy she looked. She must have read my eyes because she suddenly bent down at the waist and kissed me. As I savored the sensation of her kiss, my hands roamed her body and all my senses heightened to an unprecedented height. Unhurriedly we explored each other and unhurriedly she straddled me, unhurriedly we made love with passion and intensity.

After making love to a woman, I believe that the biggest mistake men do is wane the amount of flirting. Women in turn, interpret this as a sign that their men don’t find them as attractive and sexy anymore which leads to a deterioration of an otherwise healthy relationship. I must be honest; this is a sin to which I have been guilty of on numerous occasions. But, not this time. Not with Sandra. Maybe it was because of the way she responded to my flirtatious ways. Maybe it was because she outrageously upped the stakes every time I flirted with her—more so in public. This made me soon realize that she loved to play the game; she loved to play a subservient role. Consequently, from that moment on, our lustful games intensified quickly.

One evening we were having a drink at the lounge of a four star hotel. The lounge was dimly lit and we sat side by side enjoying the piano man. Sandra wore another one of her wicked mini skirts displaying her tanned legs. Sitting ten feet away was another couple enjoying their evening. The lady’s back was to us while her boyfriend/husband was sitting across with an unobstructed view of Sandra’s legs. Every time she crossed them he seemed to squirm a little more.

“That man is checking out your legs.” I whispered to her.

“I noticed that.” She replied.

“Why don’t you show him more?”

“What exactly do you have in mind?” She gave me a mischievous smile.

Please stay tuned for the rest of: My nine and a half weeks.