Sexcapades No.1
(Sexcapades are stories which I would be writing that pertains to several sexual escapades of different people. This does not necessarily mean MY escapades. I'm a fictioneer. Therefore, I weave my own fantasy and imagination with the use of any writing tool. Some I have written in the past and just transferring online.)
Sexcapades No.1
"Intimate Rendezvous"
Copyright February 5, 2006 by Sonnia De Guzman
Mixed emotions enveloped her as she stepped out the car. Her temple pounding and heart beating shamelessly as she fixed her image from the side window's reflection, nervously licking her lips to moisten it. Her precarious knees were confused to walk with her feet. At her mid-30's, Annette Bennington could be mistaken for a 20-year-old woman. Short mini-skirts displayed her wonderful smooth shaven legs. Her long wavy brown hair sat on top of her shoulders permeating the air with the smell of lavender. With flawless skin, age 20 might not even give her justice.
It's the period between spring and summer season. Her favorite weather. It's neither too cold nor hot for her to wear her summer clothes. Her curvy hips swayed as she sauntered towards the restaurant's entrance door. She picked the perfect day. The place was not that crowded as she entered. The aroma of grilled steak filled her nostrils, but her purpose was not to dine. The receptionist asked her, "For how many seats Ma'am?"
Her quick reply was, "Actually, I'm looking for my friend who's already here," with a smile. She left the company of the receptionist and her eyes traveled where the tables were located. She spotted him as her heart skipped a beat. She knew at once it was him since he was the only blonde guy sitting alone.
"J.J.?" she asked as she reached the side of the table.
He looked up showing his deep blue sea eyes beaming with excitement, and slowly stood up as he replied, "Hey," and planted a kiss on her cheek. His smile showed straight white teeth as he added, "Please sit down."
"Thanks," she retorted while she sat at the opposite seat.
"This will just be like the first time, okay?" he asked.
"Yes, I understand," she answered nervously looking straight at his wonderful eyes with her cold sweaty hands hidden under the table clasped together.
"Well, I guess we have to leave this place and not waste time," was he said as he stood up and tried to assist her out of her chair.
They somehow had a silent understanding of everything that's going to happen. Their silence danced together with their inner thoughts as they stepped out of the restaurant. They both knew where to go.
With quick steps they marched towards the next lot with a huge parking space.
It's a motel, the place where they first did their special tryst.
As usual, he told her to wait outside as he entered the reception office. She glanced around anxiously worried about something she couldn't fathom.
After several minutes, he appeared from the reception office and advanced towards her.
"Let's go," was what he said as he took her hand leading her to the lined up rooms at the side.
The noise of her shoes competed with her heartbeat as they walked.
Finally, he let go of her hand as they stopped in front of Room 172. He used a card key to open the door, looked at her silently telling her to step in.
The familiar strong odor of cleansers greeted her as she walked slowly inside the room. Plain white painted walls and ceilings, wood flooring, a 32-inch TV, an old air conditioner and a small bed for two. No closets and night stands. Her thoughts got disturbed as she heard the door closed and locked.
Their eyes met and he slowly moved toward her. Her heart started pounding endlessly as their distance from each other decreased.
His right hand caressed her left arm while his left hand held her chin up. "I missed you," was what he said. Hungrily, his lips met hers and savored her sweetness. She embraced her right arm around his neck as she felt dizzy with passion. Lips locked deep with fervor as his hand hiked up her mini-skirt seizing her exposed bottom and pulling down her thong letting it fall-off.
She unbuttoned his shirt with speed she couldn't imagine, exposing his muscular chest. The very last button she eagerly wanted to open was his pants. As soon as his pants dropped the floor she greedily grabbed and stroked his huge manhood. He groaned.
His hand pushed her down the bed as she fell flat on her back with her buttocks near the edge. He took off all her clothing and dropped them on the floor. His still hungry mouth dove to enjoy her hardened nipples that made her arch mumbling words of anticipation. His warm hands divided her knees apart, knelt down the floor and started tasting her sweet womanhood. She moaned as his tongue licked and sucked with delight. Never had she imagined having this familiar feeling again. Climbing the peak of pleasure as she whimpered sensuously, "Oh, that feels so good."
He continued pleasuring her nibbling on her clitoris slowly inserting in her sex his right hand's middle finger. She moaned with arousal as she became juicier for him. He knew she's ready. Holding both her legs astride, he stood up and let his huge hard manhood enter her.
Both of their body rocked as one moaning, panting, and groaning with delight. They both relished a union that they never imagined happening again. The peak of ecstasy came near and gave them non-stop shivers as they both reached their culmination.
It was purposely quick and forbidden.
He laid down at her side relaxing his dampened muscles when she spoke, "So, how's your wife?"
"Still in her wheelchair," was he said. "How about your husband?"
"Drinking and gambling all his riches away ... same old stuff," was her response. "Oh geez, I totally forgot," was her words when she hurriedly propped up and gathered her clothes. "It's Tuesday and he will be at home early," she exclaimed as she donned her clothing impulsively.
"I thought he won't be at home," he stated confusedly.
"I totally forgot his call this morning at the office informing me that his conference got cancelled," she relayed as she finished dressing up, walked towards the door and opened it.
"Okay then, I'll see you when I'll see you," was his usual farewell words.
"Bye J.J., thanks for the time," and she shut the doors closed.
Why do people try to steal a few minutes of happiness in their lives? Can you really blame them?
Copyright February 5, 2006 by Sonnia De Guzman
Sexcapades No.1
"Intimate Rendezvous"
Copyright February 5, 2006 by Sonnia De Guzman
Mixed emotions enveloped her as she stepped out the car. Her temple pounding and heart beating shamelessly as she fixed her image from the side window's reflection, nervously licking her lips to moisten it. Her precarious knees were confused to walk with her feet. At her mid-30's, Annette Bennington could be mistaken for a 20-year-old woman. Short mini-skirts displayed her wonderful smooth shaven legs. Her long wavy brown hair sat on top of her shoulders permeating the air with the smell of lavender. With flawless skin, age 20 might not even give her justice.
It's the period between spring and summer season. Her favorite weather. It's neither too cold nor hot for her to wear her summer clothes. Her curvy hips swayed as she sauntered towards the restaurant's entrance door. She picked the perfect day. The place was not that crowded as she entered. The aroma of grilled steak filled her nostrils, but her purpose was not to dine. The receptionist asked her, "For how many seats Ma'am?"
Her quick reply was, "Actually, I'm looking for my friend who's already here," with a smile. She left the company of the receptionist and her eyes traveled where the tables were located. She spotted him as her heart skipped a beat. She knew at once it was him since he was the only blonde guy sitting alone.
"J.J.?" she asked as she reached the side of the table.
He looked up showing his deep blue sea eyes beaming with excitement, and slowly stood up as he replied, "Hey," and planted a kiss on her cheek. His smile showed straight white teeth as he added, "Please sit down."
"Thanks," she retorted while she sat at the opposite seat.
"This will just be like the first time, okay?" he asked.
"Yes, I understand," she answered nervously looking straight at his wonderful eyes with her cold sweaty hands hidden under the table clasped together.
"Well, I guess we have to leave this place and not waste time," was he said as he stood up and tried to assist her out of her chair.
They somehow had a silent understanding of everything that's going to happen. Their silence danced together with their inner thoughts as they stepped out of the restaurant. They both knew where to go.
With quick steps they marched towards the next lot with a huge parking space.
It's a motel, the place where they first did their special tryst.
As usual, he told her to wait outside as he entered the reception office. She glanced around anxiously worried about something she couldn't fathom.
After several minutes, he appeared from the reception office and advanced towards her.
"Let's go," was what he said as he took her hand leading her to the lined up rooms at the side.
The noise of her shoes competed with her heartbeat as they walked.
Finally, he let go of her hand as they stopped in front of Room 172. He used a card key to open the door, looked at her silently telling her to step in.
The familiar strong odor of cleansers greeted her as she walked slowly inside the room. Plain white painted walls and ceilings, wood flooring, a 32-inch TV, an old air conditioner and a small bed for two. No closets and night stands. Her thoughts got disturbed as she heard the door closed and locked.
Their eyes met and he slowly moved toward her. Her heart started pounding endlessly as their distance from each other decreased.
His right hand caressed her left arm while his left hand held her chin up. "I missed you," was what he said. Hungrily, his lips met hers and savored her sweetness. She embraced her right arm around his neck as she felt dizzy with passion. Lips locked deep with fervor as his hand hiked up her mini-skirt seizing her exposed bottom and pulling down her thong letting it fall-off.
She unbuttoned his shirt with speed she couldn't imagine, exposing his muscular chest. The very last button she eagerly wanted to open was his pants. As soon as his pants dropped the floor she greedily grabbed and stroked his huge manhood. He groaned.
His hand pushed her down the bed as she fell flat on her back with her buttocks near the edge. He took off all her clothing and dropped them on the floor. His still hungry mouth dove to enjoy her hardened nipples that made her arch mumbling words of anticipation. His warm hands divided her knees apart, knelt down the floor and started tasting her sweet womanhood. She moaned as his tongue licked and sucked with delight. Never had she imagined having this familiar feeling again. Climbing the peak of pleasure as she whimpered sensuously, "Oh, that feels so good."
He continued pleasuring her nibbling on her clitoris slowly inserting in her sex his right hand's middle finger. She moaned with arousal as she became juicier for him. He knew she's ready. Holding both her legs astride, he stood up and let his huge hard manhood enter her.
Both of their body rocked as one moaning, panting, and groaning with delight. They both relished a union that they never imagined happening again. The peak of ecstasy came near and gave them non-stop shivers as they both reached their culmination.
It was purposely quick and forbidden.
He laid down at her side relaxing his dampened muscles when she spoke, "So, how's your wife?"
"Still in her wheelchair," was he said. "How about your husband?"
"Drinking and gambling all his riches away ... same old stuff," was her response. "Oh geez, I totally forgot," was her words when she hurriedly propped up and gathered her clothes. "It's Tuesday and he will be at home early," she exclaimed as she donned her clothing impulsively.
"I thought he won't be at home," he stated confusedly.
"I totally forgot his call this morning at the office informing me that his conference got cancelled," she relayed as she finished dressing up, walked towards the door and opened it.
"Okay then, I'll see you when I'll see you," was his usual farewell words.
"Bye J.J., thanks for the time," and she shut the doors closed.
Why do people try to steal a few minutes of happiness in their lives? Can you really blame them?
Copyright February 5, 2006 by Sonnia De Guzman