Stardust Desert Lust

[Wild_Oats]

Tearing the foil, I uncapped the bottle and poured us each a drink. The scent of the liquor was enticing. Samantha seemed to be a bit more at ease after making her little joke about drinking on the job, but the tension was still there as I approached her with a relaxed grin and handed her a cup.

"Cheers," I said and touched my rim to hers. It went down warm as I sipped. I was curious as to why she would just drop her pants so quickly for me the night before. Was she unhappy in her marriage or could her husband not satisfy her sexually? Perhaps they had an open relationship or maybe she was getting even with him for doing the same to her. The thought did occur to me that she might just be a ho, but there was a certain sweetness about her that made me doubt that. I thought better of inquiring. I didn't know her well enough yet and didn't want to risk bringing up any emotions that might make her think twice and leave.

"What a pleasure it is to share a drink with such a beautiful girl," I said as I leaned closer and brushed a lock of hair from her temple with the back of my finger.

 

[cbelle02]

I took the cup from Doug before I had time to second guess myself. "Cheers." I said in response as I clinked my cup to his. I blushed at his next words. I was about to respond when he reached out, brushing my hair from my face. I flinched and pulled back slightly. Not out of disgust of course, but out of the knowledge that I wouldn't be able to resist any more than that.

I stepped back and sat on the edge of his bed. I took a sip of my drink before looking up at him, my finger playing along the edge of my cup. "I don't..." I sighed. "I should try to explain yesterday, but I'm not sure I'll be able to. I love my husband. I'm very happy with him. I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I don't do this kind of thing. It's not me."

I tapped on the side of my cup thinking as he waited patiently. "Except yesterday, last night, it was me. I've never...felt that way before, like resistance just wasn't an option. I don't know what it is about you. Even right now, every single part of me knows what will happen if I don't walk out of this room right now, and just how wrong it is. And yet, here I am."

 

[Wild_Oats]

Samantha circumvented me to sit on the bed, her ass timidly perched upon the edge, and sipped before struggling through the first part of what she had to tell me, the part about being happy in her marriage, but then her thoughts flowed much more freely when moving on to the topic of the previous night's hot lust. She talked as if she were weighing a decision, yet she acted like her mind was already made up. I sipped from my cognac again.

"It's all right," I told her warmly, trying to keep her reassured. Her marriage was her marriage and had nothing to do with me, although somehow it did make thing all a bit hotter between us. Perhaps it was the forbidden nature. We were enjoying something that we weren't supposed to and that made everything just that much more exciting. For now though, my plan was to create an atmosphere where her husband didn't exist. It was just us, her and me. The ball game was boring, mildly distracting and thoroughly unromantic. I went to the nightstand, picked up the remote and flicked through the channel menu. News, news, Dr Phil, cooking show, cooking show, bloody cooking show, house reno bullshit, more news, ahh - a movie. Saturday Night Fever, a classic. I selected it.

It was the scene of the dance contest and the black couple dancing to Open Sesame were just finishing. Then Annette asks Joey for more drugs to which Joey replies "All right. Get high. You know, it's your head." I took the cue to drink some more. Then John Travolta's and Karen Lynn Gorney's characters were introduced by the emcee and the soft intimate groove of More than a Woman began to play to the couple's intricate steps. They swirled around elegantly on the flashing colored floor in their dated disco clothes and I finished off the last of my cognac and held out an inviting hand towards Samantha.

"Shall we dance?"

 

[cbelle02]

It's all right.

His response to my obviously torn, uneasy explanation was simple. Though I knew it wasn't really all right, I believed him. His tone was soft and reassuring and I believed him because I wanted it to be all right.

I smiled softly as he flipped on Saturday Night Fever. It was one of my favorites that my husband thought was too hokey. I took a long sip of my drink and let out of breath as he turned to me, offering his hand. I hesitated only momentarily before nodding, setting my drink on the nightstand and taking his hand.

He pulled me to my feet, my body close to his. I looked up into his eyes as the music from the movie played in the background. We easily began to mimic the dance moves of Stephanie and Tony, though not quite as graceful. It was clear though that we both knew what we were doing.

My heart pounded as he pulled me in close, only to spin me back out again. We both knew the moves without having to follow the movie. It came naturally and easily and it was so much fun.

 

[Wild_Oats]

We didn't quite have the footwork of the couple on screen but we had the groove. I held her close as our hips swayed together. We didn't have the clothes either, nor the bandage on Travolta's cheek from the previous fight scene. The moment in the little hotel room was not so glamorous as the movie, but it was sweet just the same and it was all ours.

Tony and Stephanie stopped face to face to gaze into each other's eyes, then shared a deep slow kiss. I stopped our feet as well, wrapping my arms around her and crushing her soft breasts to me. We shared the same kiss as the one on the screen behind us.

 

[cbelle02]

I knew the kiss in the movie was coming and my heart pounded in anticipation that Doug and i would share one as well. As we came to a stop, I looked up into his eyes as he leaned in for the kiss. His lips touched mine again and I melted into him. Our bodies pressed together as we kissed along with the couple in the movie. But when they separated, we didn't.

Doug's body felt so warm and strong against mine. His lips felt divine and he tasted amazing. I couldn't get enough. But finally, he pulled back, leaving me breathless.

"That was a pretty good performance." I said with a small smirk, touching two fingers to my lips. I took a step toward him. "Maybe you'll consider a repeat?"

 

[Wild_Oats]

We were going to fuck again. I loosened my grip on her body to allow my hands to slip under her top and fondle her breasts. After giving them a couple of blatant palmings, I slipped around her back to unclasp her bra. It popped open and I watched the fabric of her top flop down. Then I cupped them once more, her nipples buried in my palms, and planted my open mouth upon hers as I backed her up towards the bed. We fell upon it.

In the movie, it was the Latin couple's turn to salsa it up in the contest and the zesty music filled the room, fueling us on. I pulled her top up over her head and peeled it from her extended arms and her loose brassiere went with it, leaving me with my first glorious view of what I had touched in the dark the night before. Even though her tits flattened out and apart as she lay there on her back, they were still impressive. I popped open my jeans and unzipped my fly, grinning down at her with the narrow focused eyes of a predator.

 

[cbelle02]

I bit my lip as he touched my breasts, cupping them, teasing my sensitive nipples. Before I knew it we were on the bed and I was bare from the waist up. He sat back and I looked up at him, watching him pop open his jeans, his cock already straining against the fly. I watched him unzip and then I was on my knees.

I crawled toward him on the bed, breasts swaying as I moved. My hair fell around my face as I peeled apart his fly and pulled his hot, thick cock free of his boxers. I took a moment to examine the throbbing member that I only felt last night, stroking it slowly in my hand. Then, lifting my eyes to his, I lowered my mouth. I kissed the head of his cock, dipping my tongue out over the tip before taking him into my mouth.

I moved my head down, my lips creating a suction around his shaft, taking him deeper. Then I pulled back, slowly bobbing my head around him, tongue working over him as I went. I never broke eye contact.

 

[Wild_Oats]

Samantha crawled towards me. I wasn't expecting her to take such initiative but I also wasn't about to complain. Perhaps the night before I had coerced her into something extra-marital, but this time she was fully embracing of her adultery, her lips and tongue playfully gracing my shiny pink glans as it protruded from my foreskin. I lost sight of her eyes for a moment as her soft clean hair fell about her. Reaching down I gently palmed it back and held it in a ponytail, giving me a clear view of her lovely skin gently blanketing her pretty cheekbones as she fellated me.

"If the spics were good they deserved it," said Travolta after his moment of honor exiting the club. The dance sequence was over and the movie had transitioned to dialogue. The room was suddenly quieter allowing the sounds of her nasal respiration and my breathy hints of pleasurable groans to join the soundscape as my hips began to subtly rock with her sucking.
"Everybody's gotta dump on somebody, right? Of course." Tony ranted.

Releasing her hair to spill back down and shroud the proceedings, I reached lower to fondle her dangling breast. It was soft and shaped itself into my palm, its stiffened bud digging against the flesh of the base of my thumb. I pressed her sexy tit up into her chest, then released to let it stretch and hang, my fingers stroking down to a point to tug gently on her nipple before letting it snap back.

 

[cbelle02]

I was vaguely aware of the movie still playing in the background, but none of the dialogue was registering. I was too focused on the task at hand. I moved one hand down to fondle his heavy balls, cupping them as I sucked his cock. I took him deeper, working slowly with lips and tongue along his shaft. As his fingers tugged at my stiffened, sensitive nipples, I couldn't help but let out a grown around his cock.

A part of me knew this was wrong. The first time could have been a mistake. This time was not. I could tell myself all day long I didn't mean for it to happen again. But I knew what would happen as soon as I entered his room. And I couldn't deny it any longer.

I loved hearing the shifts in his breathing, the low moans as I worked on his cock. I felt him hit the back of my throat and worked to suppress my gag reflex as I took him as deep as possible.

 

[Wild_Oats]

She had done this before. I could tell. As good as Samantha was, her hot blowjob merely whetted my appetite for her sex. Gently I raised her by her shoulders so that she was upright on her knees. Then not so gently I grabbed the back of her thighs and yanked. Down she tumbled onto her back, her tits flopping and settling and dark hair spilling about her as the springs of the mattress jiggled from the impact. I looked down at her as she lay in the shadow of my mercy.

I dropped each of her shoes to the floor and reached for the fly of her jeans. The button popped open and the zipper slid down. Then I tugged at her jeans until they worked past her sexy hips. Once that was done I could tug them off easily. Her panties beckoned. I reached down and slipped them past her hour glass thighs and then up and away. Holding her legs up with each of her ankles in my firm grasp I took in the full sight of her flesh for the first time. Some may have said she wasn't thin enough, but I found her thoroughly tantalizing, fleshy in all the right places, with a little dark bush to match her hair and although she wasn't ghastly white, i wondered how she managed to stay so pale in this sun beaten town. My own hands seemed a darker gold against her.

I dragged her ass to the edge of the bed, then rested her left ankle on my shoulder to wrap my fingers around the foreskin of my cock as it hovered over her. Bending my knees I lined myself up and rubbed my glans over her entrance to test her wetness.

 

[cbelle02]

Doug pulled be away from his cock and before I knew it I was falling onto my back with a gasp. He didn't waste any time pulling my pants and panties off. Then, legs open wide, I was fully exposed to him for the first time. There was no mistaking the glistening wetness between my legs.

I bit my lip when I felt the head of his thick cock brush my lips, my wetness mixing with his precum. God, the teasing felt good, but I wanted more. I urged my hips upward, though ultimately he had control. I met his eyes with a pleading look, desperate for more of the taste I'd had the night before, to be filled completely once again.

I let out a groan of deep pleasure and satisfaction as he finally thrust into me, all the way in one push. I clenched tightly around him, savoring the moment before he began to move. My hands gripped the sheets, anchoring myself as he thrust into me again.

 

[Wild_Oats]

I plunged in balls deep and ground around savoring her loving depths. Then I pulled back and plunged again. Soon I had a rhythm going. Holding her legs up firmly pinning her to the edge of the bed, I exposed her hot thighs to my mercy. My feet dug into the carpet giving me plenty of traction to fuck her proper.

Either of us could have easily turned our heads to watch the movie but my focus was entirely on Samantha. I would not be distracted by the dialogue of Tony and Stephanie now arguing in the back seat of the car, Tony accusing her of being a cock tease and Stephanie taking exception. Samantha was certainly no cock tease. In her eyes I could see how she wanted me, how she couldn't help herself. My indulgence kicked in.

Picking up the tempo, each stroke became more intense, more reckless. In this stance I could use gravity to help me pile into her. The slap of flesh became more prominent and my balls began to gently swing. My hand slid up her tummy to grope her left breast as her right wobbled sweetly to the pace of my strokes.

In the movie the gang was in the car heading for the famous bridge scene. I looked deep into Samantha Hawkins' eyes below me, as deep as my dick was buried in her. Joey was fucking Annette in the back seat of the car. "Oh ... mmm ... yes." Then Donna Pescow's character stopped laughing. "Oh God," whispered Joey as he came in her.

 

[cbelle02]

I was only vaguely aware of the movie still playing on the hotel tv. My attention was currently entirely on the fact that I was being pounded by Doug. This was different than last night. Being in his room, on a soft bed, allowed for much more than the hard dirt had. My pussy clenched around him as he thrust into me over and over.

My breasts shook and the bed creaked with the force of our movements. "God, fuck you feel so good!" I cried out. I heard similar sounds coming from the tv and knew it was a sex scene, but i didn't look over.

I knew I should be more quiet, the walls were thin here, and if anyone found out I was fucking a guest...well it was my hotel so what were they going to do? But still, I had a reputation to uphold, didn't I?

I reached a hand between us to rub at my clit even as he pounded deep. I would cum soon, but I didn't want the night to end just yet. "Fuck me from behind..." I panted. And when he moved back, I eagerly assumed the position, my round ass in the air, presenting myself to him.

 

[Wild_Oats]

"Fuck me from behind."

Her words gasped out between ragged breaths as she uncoupled from me and rolled over. I gripped my slick cock, lined myself up and slid in with a subtle moan. The pressure points within her from this angle were the reverse giving me new sensations. My palms slid around her ass, mapping its shape and I buried myself deep and held for a moment before starting in earnest. Then I glided my palms down her back to her shoulders and then under her chest to grope her irresistible tits as they hung fabulously there. I was bent right over her gathering the flesh of her breasts in my palms, gauging its glorious weight. On her spine between her shoulder blades I planted a tender kiss and paused a moment to savor the pure sexiness of her body.

"God, you're so hot," I whispered. But I couldn't hold the position forever. She wanted a fucking so I had to oblige. Straightening myself up, I let her tits flop back down as I let them go to grip her by the hips and began to stroke. Samantha was so well lubed that I could get a pretty rapid pace going almost right away. I kept this up for a couple of minutes leaning back a bit to get in deeper but still couldn't achieve the fullest penetration that I wanted.

I slowed and with my palm on her back I urged her chin and chest down to leave her hips in the air for me. Then I repositioned my feet for a better angle and sank in with a groan of satisfaction. I began to stroke slow and deep and after a few thrusts I was shoving in quite hard. Soon the slapping sound of my pelvis striking her ass and my determined grunts filled the small room. Looking down I admired the jiggling ripple in her butt and thighs with each deliberate ramming contact. I could feel my balls tightening for my climax.

"Mgh! ... Mgh! ... Mmghhh!"

I was going to cum at any moment.

 

[cbelle02]

"Ohhhh..." I exhaled with a long moan as he filled me from behind, the angle allowing for a deeper and harder penetration. And he took every advantage of it. Soon, my tits and cheek were pressed into the sheets as he positioned me for a hard pounding. It felt indescribably amazing, almost overwhelming.

The sounds of our fucking filled the room, and probably adjacent rooms, but I didn't care. I couldn't hold back my cries as he slammed into me over and over. I could tell he was close too and wanted to encourage him.

"Oh my God, you feel so good!" I cried, my voice slightly muffled from the sheets. "I want all your hot cum! Fill me!" I shuddered, tensing in anticipation of my own orgasm.

My breathing was in hard pants. "Ohhh oh fuuuuckkk!" I yelled. "Don't stop. So..fucking..cl---Ahhhh!" I wasn't normally a screamer, but something about Doug and the intensity of the orgasms he gave me drew it out.

I gripped and released his thick cock with every spasm of pleasure soaring through me as he continued slamming hard into me.

 

[Wild_Oats]

"Oh my God, you feel so good! I want all your hot cum! Fill me!"

She was crying muffled into the bed sheets. Whereas the night before had been rather discreet, this time she had become quite the noisy lay as she implored me to inseminate her.

"Don't stop!"

Entwining my fist into her dark locks, I pulled her face up from the bed and arched her back. Then I shoved in deep and held. I was at the fantastic moment right on the edge of climax. I shoved again.

"Ahh, mff, mmmm, ahhhhhhhh!" I groaned as I pumped my seed deep into the pink of her vagina.

I let go of her hair and after a moment I slumped forward laying her out flat, my dick softening inside her and retreating as I lay atop her back catching my breath, a sheen of passionate sweat between us.

The movie was over and the credits rolled to the Bee Gees' famous classic love song How Deep is Your Love? I brushed her hair aside and gently kissed the back of her neck. Outside, all was quiet.

 

[cbelle02]

After catching his breath, Doug extracted himself from me and rolled over onto the bed beside me. I turned on my side to look at him. This was the part where I was supposed to come to my senses again, to claim it had been another mistake, to run away. But I didn't. I stayed right where I was. Once could be a mistake, but a second time letting a gorgeous stranger fuck me, cum inside me, and knowing I'd break for a third time...no. I couldn't write that one off.

Doug's hand caressed my side and hip and I raised my eyes to his. I smiled softly but groaned a bit as I realized how loud I'd been. "So much for hiding it." I chuckled. I doubted anyone would find out, at least anyone that would tell my husband. Would I tell him? Doug would be gone tomorrow and I'd never have to worry about it, right?

"So..." I said, my hand sliding down his arm to interlock with his fingers at my hip. "I guess you'll be on your way soon..." I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice.

 

[Wild_Oats]

"So ... I guess you'll be on your way soon."

"Well, once my car is running I have a job to get back to," I began to explain as I traced my fingers up over the curve of her hip and along the edge of her thigh. Before I could continue, there was a rumbling sound in the distance. As it drew closer I discerned it as a motorcycle, a big Harley. There were more than one actually. They got loud enough that I could tell that they were in the parking lot out front. They began to slow and park, all thundering away as they idled. Then as the first wave began shutting off their engines, there were more. I sat up. "I think you got customers," I said. There must have been a dozen of them descending upon the little Stardust Motor Inn. I tried to count as they shut their motors off but lost track.