by gossamer ©
It all began innocently enough.
When I first met Sandi I found her attractive, if a somewhat skinny. She was an incredibly bright woman, with her CPA and an MBA in finance. She managed the accounting department for a major manufacturer. Intelligent, competent women who are comfortable with their sexuality are a huge turn-on!
I had sold a computer solution for her company and was responsible for leading a team of software developers and I managed the project. This meant I visited company headquarters at least twice a month.
We were in the systems design stage so Sandi and I were often together discussing requirements, reviewing design documents, meeting with staff. She was always professional, as was I. After all, she was recently divorced and still hurting. I was married; not happily, but none-the-less married.
I had been involved in what might be best termed a "Christian cult" most of my adult life. My wife and I had limited sexual experience. While sex was never "bad", neither was it exciting. In fact, it was more than five years into marriage before my wife would let me give her oral sex.
Now, after twelve years, we had sex maybe once every six months! As I approached forty mid-life crisis was about to rear its head.
For some time I'd been questioning the decisions I'd made at nineteen about the lifestyle I was living (no, not BDSM or swinging, but prayer meetings and communal living). I questioned my marriage as well for we had truly grown in completely different directions.
Life is the result of the choices we make along the way.
After trying to live according to "God’s Will " for twenty years, I was about to exercise free will. Sandi would be the catalyst for the conflagration destined to consume the castle I had painstakingly constructed around my life.
Traveling for business is not a lot of fun, particularly if you're on the road two or more weeks a month. Hotel rooms, even nice ones, become bland and eating alone is as socially exciting as removing a splinter. So after the fourth or fifth trip for this project I decided to ask an innocent (really!) question.
"Sandi, I know you may be too busy, but I'm so tired of eating alone. Would you consider having dinner with me some night?"
"Sure Gary, that would be fun. We can do it tonight if you'd like. I've got a work-out for my race-walking group at 6:00, but why don't I meet you at Friday's around 7:30."
Race walking explained those stunning, long, heaven's-above legs and her slim figure.
"Sounds good – I'll see you then."
I went to check in to my hotel room. By now, the young ladies at the front desk knew me by name.
"Nice to see you again Mr. Murphy. I was just telling Roseanne how you've lost weight. Have you been exercising?"
When the girls at the Hyatt are gossiping about you, you're traveling way too much!
I graciously acknowledged the compliment and went to my room. Good news about part-time living at the Hyatt, you get the concierge level – cocktails in the evening, continental breakfast in the morning. (Gives you an idea of how long ago this took place. With the Great Recession, there is no concierge level or free anything anymore!)
I wandered into the lounge and asked for a Tanqueray and tonic. After a long day the cool, tartness of the drink was soothing, relaxing my tension. I chatted with another road warrior, then finished my drink and went to my room to freshen up and lose the tie.
The restaurant was a short walk from my hotel, so at around 7:15 I took the leisurely stroll in that direction. As I reached the front door, Sandi was pulling up. She stepped out of the car, sheathed in a sleeveless black dress that highlighted her long, tanned legs. Curly blonde hair hung across her shoulders, framing her blue eyes and strong face graced with a charming smile.
"Great timing!" she said.
"Yeah, good karma I guess."
We were seated at a comfortable table conducive to quiet conversation.
The first topic was the project and how it was progressing. Sandi asked about my marriage, noticing my ring. That led to discussions around the "community" in which I lived, her first impression being, "It sounds like mind-control to me".
How perceptive!
You, the reader, are probably expecting from there we went to my room and had a night of exquisite sex. Sorry to disappoint, but the evening ended without so much as a kiss. I walked back to my hotel and she went home.
Our dinners became a routine and at least once each trip I enjoyed Sandi's company. We talked politics and religion, relationships and marriage, running and walking, movies and books. In short, we got to know each other.
I found her alluring, though at this point I was not contemplating an affair.
One evening at dinner Sandi laughingly joked, "You know, when we get married you're going to have to quit smoking!".
I had been a casual smoker for 20 years, though closeted in my Christian group. We both had a good laugh, but I went home and quit smoking that weekend, still not consciously aware of how important this woman had become.
Sandi was stunned next week when I told her over dinner I was a non-smoker. Perhaps she too realized our relationship had moved to a new level.
Much of that week I spent soul-searching. Sandi had become more than a friend and our tentative tender touches evidenced this. I struggled with the growing awareness that I wanted to make love with this woman. It went against years of deeply ingrained religious teaching and while I didn't love my wife, I didn't want to hurt anyone.
I spoke of my dilemma with Sandi over our next dinner. If she was surprised, it wasn't apparent.
"Sandi, you've become important to me. I've never dreamt of having an affair, but I don't want my life to go by and then regret that I never acted on these feelings."
"Gary, I like you a lot, but I don't want to break up a marriage. Are you sure your marriage is over?"
Of course, at that point I wasn't sure of my own name! Ladies and gentleman, please welcome our next guest - Mid-Life Crisis!
We talked some more, both battling to contain the anguish of unfulfilled desires. As we left the restaurant I took her hand. We walked a bit in silence. Stopping, I pulled her toward me and taking her face in my hands, kissed her.
At first she didn't return my kiss, but gradually gave in to her own intense feelings. Our arms enveloped one another as our kiss grew passionate. But we broke away, perhaps still uncertain, each of us knowing nothing would be the same.
I didn't see Sandi for couple of weeks. Unusual for us, there was no exchange of e-mail or phone calls that weren't business related. I boarded my next flight to Cleveland with trepidation. Having decided my marriage was ending, would Sandi want to see me?
After our first day of project meetings I got up the nerve to ask her for dinner.
"Gary, I really can't tonight."
I was crushed and perhaps it showed.
"But tomorrow would be nice if you're interested."
"Sure, tomorrow would be great." I replied.
The next twenty-four hours dragged by sluggishly. My mind flip-flopped over my decision to end my marriage and to love this woman who so captivated me.
Sandi picked me up at my hotel around 7:00 and we drove to a quaint Italian restaurant.
Over a glass of Chianti, I began, "Sandi, let me say this without interrupting, OK? I've thought a lot about life since we last met, about my marriage; about you. I'm not happy where my life is or where it seems to be going. I want to change everything. Most of all, I would be missing out on something wonderful if I didn't take the chance to be with you."
She put her finger gently to my lips and whispered, "Shhhh…. You had me at hello." That was a line from a movie – this was real.
But she did stop me.
"Gary, I've thought a lot about this as well. I know you didn't reach these conclusions on a whim. I've dreamt of holding you ever since our kiss. If you want me, I am more than ready for you."
Her hand slid up my thigh, resting just short of my cock. Suddenly all thoughts of eggplant Parmigiano vanished! She pressed my left hand to her thigh. The warmth permeating her silk stockings awakened my libido from its lethargy of sexual near-death.
She felt my stirrings and whispered, "Wouldn't it be nice to go back to your hotel now?"
"Waiter! Check please!"
As I closed the door behind us, Sandi pressed her body against mine and began kissing my face and neck. My hands fondled her firm butt and legs, moving up and down her back with gentle pressure.
I returned her kiss, tongues dancing in the passion of our embrace. I tugged down the zipper on her dress and touched her warm skin. A sigh escaped as the dress straps fell off her shoulders. Kissing her neck, I ran my tongue along the crevice of her clavicle. Who would guess that was her unique erogenous spot? Her nipples brushed my chest, straining for release from her flimsy bra.
Sandi had an athlete's body. Virtually devoid of body fat, her breasts were small, lush peaches. Once released, her nipples jutted hard and hot against me. I bent to take one into my mouth as her fingers sought my engorged penis. My mouth closed on her nipple, my tongue circling and teasing as she gripped my cock and squeezed.
"Take off my clothes" she commanded.
Never one to make a lady ask twice, I broke our embrace and gently lowered her dress across her sculpted belly, past the moist heat of her vagina, down her long legs. Kneeling before her, my hands grasped her bottom through the silk panties and I kissed just below her navel.
She ran her fingers in my hair, pulling my face against her as my tongue slid down to her sex. Through her panties I played my tongue across her vaginal lips, pressing against her throbbing clitoris. She took matters into her own hands and pushed down her panties to give me access to her wellspring of pleasure. Sandi spread her legs and pushed my mouth to her wetness.
I was enthralled and kissed her, teasing and sucking her clit.
She grabbed the back of my shirt to pull it over my head. With my mouth glued to her delicious pussy, that would not be easily accomplished.
I released my kiss and allowed her to remove my shirt. She pulled me up kissing my mouth, tasting the nectar of her sex, licking her juices from my lips. Her hands fumbled with my belt and zipper. Damn Italian slacks with all those buttons and hooks! No matter. She freed me in no time and held my hard cock in her hand, dancing her fingers along its length as we kissed.
Sandi's breasts demanded attention and I returned to kissing and sucking her nipples. I took her full breast in my mouth, and held it there while my tongue flicked across the stiff, pink nipple. She moaned in ecstasy and for the first time, I learned some women can orgasm simply from nipple stimulus. Her body quaked and she pulled my mouth against her breast, shaking slightly she moaned "Oh God! Oh God!", never releasing her grip on my cock.
Stepping back, Sandi lay down across the bed and pulled me to her. We kissed and played, rapture evident in her flushed appearance as she planted kisses down my chest to take me in her mouth. Within seconds, having been so long deprived of sexual pleasure, I felt myself close to climax and pulled her away.
"Please, I want to be inside you and feel you on top of me."
Sandi moved up my body and rising up, positioned her hungry pussy over my swollen phallus. Descending she encompassed me and held me tight. Talk about Kegel muscle! Sandi held me like a vise and as she pulled up on me, the sensation was incredible. She relaxed and let her body slide down, smiling as she rose up clasping my penis again.
"Oh my God!" it was my turn to say, "That's wonderful!"
I played with her nipples, gently squeezing. She leaned forward to thrust a jutting nipple in my mouth. I sucked and licked while she rode my cock, pulling at it with each upward draw. Now she arched her back, drawing away from my loving mouth while grinding her clitoris against my pelvic bone. She looked in my eyes and smiled at the intense pleasure evident on my face. Again she slid her warm, tugging vagina up and down my throbbing cock. Riding faster, she drove me to that place I'd been so long denied. I bucked against her as I came, pouring years of sexual frustration into the depth of her sensuous body.
She slid down on me, allowing my still rigid penis to apply pressure to her clit and pushed against me. After a few short moments, however, I plopped out, depleted but satisfied. We both laughed and I held her close to me, kissing her face and touching her everywhere.
"Sandi, I've never made love like that before." I exclaimed. "I've never felt anything like that or had so intense an orgasm."
"Isn't it nice!" she crooned and stroked my relaxed penis as I played with her closely trimmed pubic area.
Stroking down her thighs, I began to caress her mound again.