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Brenda Knott’s eyes found the clock before they rolled back down to the two fingers of whiskey in the cup on the table. “I promised I wasn’t going to do this.” Lifting the cup to her lips, she threw her head back to take the liquid in one splash and caused her straight brunette ponytail to spray out behind her like a fan.

“Nothing wrong with drinking before seven in the morning, Gwen. Makes you a pirate, not an alcoholic.”

“Got that off Facebook, didn’t you?”

He grinned as his brown eyes studied her face. “Is Gwen your real name?”

Brenda only mouthed her answer, “No.” Listening to the background music that began to rise, Brenda felt Supertramp was perhaps the oddest seduction music any hookup mate she met had chosen.

“Good. Charles isn’t mine, either.” His salt and pepper hair was just long enough to hide the arms of his glasses over his ears. A white zip-up sweater and jeans were his choice of fashion.

She shrugged. “I just need a name to scream during the orgasms.” On the phone app, she thought he was cute which caused the swiped to the right. It had been a surprise ten minutes later while she was still laying in her hotel room bed at just after six, that he matched her that quickly. “So, Charles, what are we doing here?” Her hands smoothed the skirt of her little black dress that she had quickly slipped on after her speedy shower.

He lifted the faux crystal whiskey bottle and poured more overtop the rocks in both of their glasses. “Cheating on our respective spouses, I think.”

“So far it’s just a drink.” She eyed him suspiciously. “Thought your status said you were in an open relationship?”

“I am,” he confirmed with a nod. “Sounds more taboo this way, though.”

She giggled. “Yeah, guess it does.” Leaning forward, her hands landed on his knees and slipped up along his thighs. “I’m here because I’m horny and you’re available. And, for the record, I’ve no spouse.”

“And close,” he added with a smile. “Helps when we’re staying at the same hotel and you don’t need to go out in the snow.”

Finding his belt, she tugged at it. “So it does. Now stand up so I can pull these down.”

He followed instructions and watched as she pulled his belt out with rhythm as it swept between belt loops on his black pants. Then, still standing awkwardly, he continued watching her as she pulled down the pants and briefs beneath them. His cock showed the appropriate respect for her gorgeous form but was the first clue as to his nervousness as it shook in front of her.

“He’s happy. Oh, and big. I like thick like yours.” She playfully smacked his cock and watched it bounce. “Now, sit down before you fall over. This is just sex.”

“You like control?” his voice faltered during the question.

“You’ve no idea.” Taking the belt, she stepped behind him and wrapped it around his wrists before buckling it tight. “You don’t mind, do you?”

His face showed some concern but his voice sounded solid, “Ummm…no…”

“Good.” It wasn’t the rousing consent she had hoped for, but she made a mental note to check in often. Moving back to the front, she spread her legs to straddle and lifted her skirt.

“No underwear even, I didn’t see that coming.”

She grinned. Picking up one of the condom wrappers from the table beside them, she opened it and unrolled it on him with a well-practiced hand. Grabbing his erection she lifted herself up, aimed, and lowered herself onto it.

“Holy fuck, you’re tight. And you don’t waste time.”

“I told you I was horny.” Gwen gasped as she slipped down on him until he was deep enough she thought she could feel the tip of his cock in her stomach. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her breasts crushed into him.

His cock, however, started to lose its rigidity quickly.

“Are you okay?” she asked close to his ear.

“I…um…”

She stopped moving and pulled back to look at him. “What’s the problem? Are you cheating?”

“No, we are open.”

“Then what?”

“I’ve not done this before.”

Brenda raised an eyebrow. “You have kids. How did you do that without fucking?”

He laughed. “I mean Heather, my wife, has playmates. I haven’t yet.”

“And you don’t believe in yourself yet?”

He shrugged beneath her.

“Dude, I’m already sitting on top of your cock. What’s not to believe?”

Another shrug was his answer.

She leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips. Her tongue slipped between hers and beat at his lips until they opened to allow it access. With the first touch of her tongue to his, she felt the cock between her legs twitch and begin to grow again. Pulling back, she leaned close to his ear, “That’s my boy, you can do this.”

It softened again.

Quickly she returned to a deeper kiss where her tongue now performed an ongoing tango with his.

The cock responded until it was back to full hardness. He began to struggle against his restraints, obviously wanting more.

She bit his lip between her teeth and pulled. The cock she was now bouncing on felt like this action caused it to even get harder. Releasing his lip, she hissed, “Oh, Charlie.” Her tongue plunged deep into his mouth to dance more and keep him rock hard as her first orgasm began to send ripples of its locomotion approaching. Keeping her lips locked on his, she engulfed him and moaned through it as the orgasm churned through her.

He struggled more against the restraints before tensing.

Brenda giggled feeling his warm bulge of rubber inside her. Her mind’s eye rolled wanting to feel the warm cum itself…but she knew that wasn’t an option. Leaning forward on him again, she put her lips to his ear. “See, I knew you could do it.” Lifting off of him, she pulled the used condom off and tied the open end in a knot before slopping it on the table.

He sighed heavily and slumped in the chair.

She felt his grin pressed against his shoulder. “Do you believe in yourself now?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Pulling back, her eyes locked on his and narrowed. “Good. Now do it again.”

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