Kate Rounding the Bases ♌ #3
Moments later we were in our adorable hotel room.
It was a Victorian style (I mean I was drunk so it could have been Ninja Turtle style) room overlooking the square we just left.
Eric was such a take charge kind of man.
We frantically removed each other’s clothes.
There would be no showing off this time.
We wanted each other and we wanted each other badly.
Eric had me on all fours to start, his perfect cock slid into me from behind as he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “take it you married slut.”
I was shocked for a moment and then as he bottomed out I simply moaned, “oh fuck you fucking fucker.” I am still reeling from just how articulate I was in that very intimate moment, trying everything I could to clap back at him with a sexy, yet insulting name.
All I could think was ‘fuck’ as he pummeled my insides.
His thrusts were powerful and his cock felt bigger than last time.
He still knew not to slam my cervix over and over, his taps making me whimper and intensifying the strength of the growing orgasm in my body.
BOOM (kinda)! My body exploded like one of the fireworks we had just watched.
Falling forward on the bed, his hands kept my hips up with his thrusts.
I could hear him laughing as he watched me orgasming and grabbing at the sheets.
Smiles on both of our faces as he helped me flip onto my back.
With a thrust forward and a roll, suddenly I was riding Eric’s cock.
I wanted to pray to survive in that moment as sliding up and down his manhood was incredibly taxing in my inebriated, numb yet overly sensitive state.
I put my hands on his chest, leaned forward and bounced my hips up and down.
His shaft stretched and stimulated me from my lips to deep inside.
I was avoiding the deepest hits, enjoying how I could feel every vein, the curve of the corona on his strawberry head.
My legs shook and before I could stop it, I was cumming again.
Never one to waste an opportunity, Eric began thrusting upward, making me scream hard and grip to his body for dear life.
I may have squirted at that point. I may have died (probably not).
I awoke an hour later to Eric kissing my face, gently touching my body.
He was smiling at me. Our bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, a glow some might say.
We kissed for a while and touched each other everywhere.
I felt some of his cum drip from my pussy as we were touching and loved on each other.
The thought that I’ll need a morning after pill crossed my mind, but also what if we just risked it?
Either way, I wasn’t mad at him. I was so happy and content to spend this intimate moment.
Eric and I spent the night holding each other, sweaty and sticky, I felt so weird not sleeping with Vincent. This would be the first of many overnight stays, and it meant a lot.
The date ended early the next morning. I waited to shower until I got home.
Vinny was so happy to see me, I can’t get over how devoted he was and is to me.
Just the best husband I could ask for. I worried after this second date that maybe Eric and I were getting too close (I know!
Already!). Maybe we should back off a bit.
I wasn’t sure what the solution was, but I knew that I would fall quickly and maybe painfully if another date like that occurred soon.
So what was the solution? Well it took care of itself. Eric was a professional MLB player, remember? The next two weeks he was out of town. We would text, but honestly it was a needed cool off. I couldn’t help but think about how exciting it was going to be when he returned from his travels.
What I did not see coming was someone else entering the picture.
It was a bright and sunny Friday morning when I got to the office just a little late (stupid Ft.
Worth traffic can suck it), the boss called us all into the conference room to introduce us to Leo the Producer Guy (yes, his name has been changed).
I entered the conference room, everyone was standing around waiting for the meeting to begin.
A handsome man with dark brown hair covered by a backwards baseball cap, striking brown eyes, side-burns that could connect to a beard easily, a goatee and an intense look to him sat on one side of the table.
As I grabbed a cup of coffee and a donut from the snack table, I could feel a gaze hitting me.
It was palpable, but I smiled and chatted with a coworker.
Then looking over as I sipped my coffee, Leo looked at me like a panther might look at a gazelle, glancing my body up and down, he looked away with a quick look to the chair next to him.
I was not dressed sexy for work, a simple polo and jeans was my daily uniform, so what the hell was going on?
I quickly convinced myself that I imagined this subtle behavior was even happening.
Either way, I slowly made my way around the room, chatting with my coworkers, then found myself taking the seat next to him.
”Hi, I’m Kate…” I said.