Cute Blonde Lady
written by:
Carole

CBL part 1:

I travel occasionally to a client in the east, and as it takes quite a while to drive there, I stay overnight in a quiet privately run hotel in the small town where the client is located. The long drive there is a pain, but work's work and it has to be done. On this morning, I was driving my small red BMW following a silver Audi; he was obviously going the same way as me as I followed him for the last 40 miles. I noticed he was checking me out in his rear view mirror when he got the opportunity, and at the traffic lights I noticed he was younger than me, tall and good looking. Now part of the challenge of a married woman travelling is to put off unwanted approaches, but it still doesn't do any harm to window shop for oneself!

As we drove along, I started to notice that he was a very courteous and safe driver: always slowing to 20 outside schools and allowing pedestrians to cross the road. I started to day dream about tonight in the hotel, a meal for two, a ripped body, and a steamy night of passion. That made the drive more entertaining and I could feel that I'd need to use my little friend tonight, packed at the bottom of my bag!

As we entered the small town he turned right and I turned left, and I drove off to see my client. A long day of negotiations and making arrangements for our new products, and then I drove back to the hotel. The receptionist was friendly as always: "Hi Sam, good to see you again. I've put you in your normal room in the annex where it's away from the road. Dinner at 7:30?" That was great, no need to think about things as I headed off to the room; I'd already parked my car outside it. Into the room, a quick unpack and then a luxurious long hot shower. Unwinding the stresses of the day, and day dreaming about hot steamy nights! Changed into my casual clothes, a quick call to say hi to hubby, and then off to the bar for a quiet drink before eating.

"So this is where you're staying?" I glanced around and realised that the tall dark, lean stranger was talking to me. "Pardon?" "You're the cute blonde lady who was driving the red BMW into town this morning." "What?" I bristled as I'm in my early 50s, and it's a long time since I was called cute; then I suddenly realised that here was the man I'd just fantasised about in the shower 10 minutes earlier. I gulped, and blushed. "You're the silver Audi driver this morning ..." "Mark," and he offered me his hand. "Samantha, but call me Sam," I shook his hand. Mark ordered himself a drink and we started chatting.

Mark was tall late 30s, dark, lean ... and gorgeous. I'm early 50s, medium height, well filled out, and bobbed just off shoulder length blonde hair - with only a few touch ups. Mark was courteous, attentive and good company: just like his driving. "What time are you eating?" "7:30" "Oh the same time as me, so you'll join me for dinner?" he asked. "Why not, that'd be nice, thanks," (thinking God, yes, that's awesome). We went through to eat, Mark held the door for me, pulled out my chair, allowed me to sit first, and generally was a fine gentleman. I've never had an affair before, but this man was pulling all the right levers. We had a good meal and conversation. Mark announced that he had to go and finish his preparation for tomorrow and I had to do the same. "Let's meet for a nightcap, when you've done." "Sounds good to me," I said. "Put your number in my phone and I'll text you when I'm done." I entered my number against CBL. "CBL?" I queried. "Cute blonde lady," Mark laughed.

My phone buzzed, "Ready?" "Yes," I texted back, and got up to head to the bar. As I walked across the yard from the annexe, Mark came out of the room next to me, "Oh hello neighbour" and we walked to the bar together - I hadn't realised Mark was in the next room to me. We both had a malt whisky as a night cap, and chatted. "Right I'm going to hit the sack as I've an early start in the morning," he said; and we both headed back to our rooms.

"Good night," and I put my arm around Mark's waist and kissed him on the cheek. Mark gently held my shoulders and pulled me closer for a full kiss on the lips. I could feel his hot taught body pushed against mine, and just as he started kissing me passionately, I gently pushed him away. "I'm married ..." I said. "Yes, but you're also gorgeous" he whispered, and kissed me lightly behind the ear. "Goodnight," and he skipped off to his room.

Well, I undressed and got into bed, but couldn't settle, thinking about Mark and the feel of his body against mine. I ran my hand down to my pussy, and jumped as obviously my pussy was thinking about Mark too, and wanted some attention! I lazily ran my hand through my bush, and cupped my pussy: feeling its heat. I slipped a single finger between my lips that were opening up nicely. God I was wet already, as I pulled my juices up to my clit and started to rub around and around, I sank back into the luxurious bed. This was no good; I slipped out of bed and reached into my bag for my little friend, turned it on and settled back down again.

In my mind, Mark was slowly undressing me, kissing me all over as he took off each piece of clothing. He paid particular attention to holding my breasts and kissing my nipples. I was definitely getting horny by this stage, and held onto his muscular back. He cast my skirt aside and slipped his hand into my panties: cupping my pussy and pushing one finger forward to slowly open my lips. His finger started dipping in and out and running up and down my lips. This was too much and holding his head between both hands, I kissed him aggressively, forcing my tongue into his mouth and duelling with his. He slowly pushed me back on to the bed and as I lay there with my legs hanging over the end, he knelt down, pushed my legs apart and helped himself to my pussy.

I jammed the vibrator into my pussy and worked it around and around. I heard a groan and realised it was me! I was thrusting my hips up at the vibrator until, my orgasm exploded like a volcano, jerking my head forwards in time with my orgasmic contractions, and letting out a loud moan. OMG, I hope no-one heard that, I thought as I eased down into my post orgasmic glow.

My phone buzzed as a text arrived from Mark: "Are you alright?" Oh God he'd heard me. I texted back with shaking hands: "Yes, just yawning and going off to sleep. Xx"

I arrived at Breakfast and joined Mark who was nearly finished. "Good night's sleep?" "Yes, and you?" "Right must dash ... see you tonight, and if you have trouble yawning, I can lend a hand tonight!" He smirked as he left, and I blushed again. At my age I shouldn't be blushing, I told myself ... nor should I expect anything from a guy so much younger than me.

The client kept me busy during the day and I got back to the hotel late. I texted Mark to say could we meet at 8pm, and I settled down to complete my work and leave the evening free! Finished the work and into the shower; the hot water relaxing the stresses of the day and freshening me up for later. "Got to look your best, and who knows your luck could be in tonight," my little internal angel said. "Who are you kidding, you're nearly twice his age. Don't make a fool of yourself" I said to myself. But then "go for it girl, you're only young once; and he's hot!" "Yes, and how will you feel if you make advances and he turns you down laughing." Arguing with myself was wearing me out, and I concentrated on drying myself - a subtle squirt of perfume - and then dressed and off to dinner, only slightly late; resolving to be demur and just enjoy Mark's company.

Mark was waiting in the bar with a drink already. Mark ordered me a drink and then said: "so, you finished your work then?" "How do you know that," I stammered. "Well you wouldn't delay dinner, unless you planned to finish for the evening. And yes, I've finished my work too; although I've got an early start in the morning." We went through to the dining room and Mark was the perfect gentleman again, holding doors and pulling out my chair; and I could've sworn he sized up my arse as he followed me! "Don't be silly I told myself; he's just being a gent."

Dinner went well and we relaxed in the lounge over coffee. Mark was really attentive and easy to talk to. "Well, I'm going to have a night cap now as I've an early start in the morning. Would you like a whisky as I've got a bottle of very nice malt in my room." "Yes, that'd be lovely, thank you; I do like a good whisky." So was he seducing me or just being good company: I still didn't know.

Mark held the door open for me as we walked into the yard and back to our rooms; I swear he was looking at my arse again. Well maybe I was in luck. Having fought off numerous encounters in the past, it was ironic that here was a man I wouldn't fight off, but he hadn't yet made a move - so frustrating!! Mark opened the door to his room, went in and poured out 2 rather large whiskies; I like mine neat, and apparently so did Mark.

We chinked glasses and then Mark said "I am just going to kiss you now." He put down his glass, put his hands on my waist and kissed me on the lips; then he moved in closer for a passionate kiss. God I'd been waiting for this, I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung on tight, feeling his body pressed tight up against mine and savouring the feeling of his tongue exploring my mouth. I could also feel a rather impressive erection pushed against my stomach, so maybe I did turn him on a little. I was on tiptoe as Mark was taller than me, which added to the excitement.

Mark broke the kiss and nibbled my neck deliciously. He whispered in my ear: "I'm afraid I lied, I'm also going to kiss your deep ruby red nipples," and he started to undo my blouse and I just stood there watching him do it! Then he reached round and expertly undid my bra strap in one twist. I am rather well endowed, and my breasts fell forward into his hands. "Mmmm awesome," he whispered, bending down to tongue and then to nibble one nipple then the other. "Just as I thought, deep ruby red, and so kissable." Mark took his time, enjoying my breasts and kissing my nipples until they were achingly hard. I was seriously turned on, standing there and starting to breath hard. I'd been faithful to my husband for 24 years and then within a heartbeat, here I was being seduced by a stranger; and far from stopping him, I was loving it.

Mark nibbled my neck again. "I'm afraid I've lied again! I'm going to kiss your dark blonde haired pussy, and its ruby red lips." "Oh God ..." was all I could say. Mark undid my jeans belt, pulled them down, pushed me back to sit on the bed and then pulled them fully off. He knelt down in front of me, firmly parted my legs and kissed and sucked my pussy through my knickers. I fell back onto the bed, breathing hard and grabbing the bed covers in both fists. Mark hooked his thumbs into the top of my knickers and slowly pulled them down and off, before pushing my legs apart again. "Awesome ... and right again. I love dark blonde pussy hair," he whispered.

I was now aching for him to kiss me on my clit and suck my pussy; I was unconsciously pushing it up towards him. Mark now took his time. He fluffed up my hair with one finger; then blew gently on my pussy lips; he ran his hands up my thighs from my knees, skirting my pussy lips and then gently pressed down on my mound. "Oh God ... please ..." was all I could say. Mark touched his tongue to the bottom of my pussy lips and then slowly licked up the full length, before swirling around my clit. I jerked up with the unexpected sudden rush of feeling through me; grabbed his head and held it tight to me while he continued licking my clit.

As I relaxed down on to the bed letting go of his head, Mark continued slowly licking up and down my lips, and around and around my clit; never quite following the same path or pattern; never tarrying quite long enough in one place; and not hurrying. The feelings were growing stronger than they'd ever done before; no-one had ever worked so slowly and firmly on me before. God, this was slow persistent torture.

"Oh keep going ... speed up please... oh yes, just there ... oh I'm going to ... I'm nearly ... yes ..."

"Well you can wait, you're not allowed to come yet!"

"Oh God, you can't; I must ..."

Mark started circling my clit slowly with one finger; "You will wait for the count of 10," and he started counting slowly: "10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... 6" I grabbed the bed clothes with both hands and pushed my pussy upwards, desperately striving for something harder. "5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1", and on the count of one he thrust 3 fingers into me, and bent down to suck my whole clit. My orgasm exploded inside me, my pussy thrust upwards again, my legs were shaking, my head shook from side to side, and I squealed loudly as my orgasm flowed over me in waves. "Fuck ... Oh my god" I shouted as my orgasm started to slowly leave and let me relax down onto the bed.

I came to with Mark spooning me from behind and his strong arm holding around my stomach. "Well hello, there," he said, "had a little rest." "Mmmm, that was awesome; did I drift off?" "Yes, only for a moment or two." I could feel his erection, urgent against my back. Mark pulled a pillow down to the middle of the bed, and rolled me on top of it, with my arse pointing upwards. He slipped on a condom, then gently pushed my legs apart. Her knelt between my legs and I felt his hard cock at the open entrance to my pussy; Mark pushed forward deliciously slowly, until I felt him full in and hard against my backside.

After a brief wait to feel the fit, and a quick shiver, Mark started fucking me purposefully from behind. He was breathing heavily, supporting his weight on his arms, but letting me feel his chest with its light dusting of hair, against my back. He was pulling almost all the way out, then pushing firmly all the way in; he was bigger than my husband and God it felt good. I reached down to rub my clit and to keep time with him.

Both of us were breathing heavily and he was starting to groan in time with his thrusts which were getting more urgent. Suddenly, he started thrusting hard and groaning "Yes ... mmm ... yes ... fuck..." Mark started cumming deep inside me, jerking forward hard with each spurt of cum. I could feel his hard stomach against my arse and back. I rubbed harder and my orgasm floated through me just as he was coming down off his high.

We crashed down onto our sides, Mark spooning me with his cock still deep in my pussy, and his strong arm around me. As our breathing returned to normal, Mark's cock slipped out of my pussy. We held each other, smiling, whispering sweet nothings and enjoying a post-coital cuddle and glow. I held his arm close to my soft stomach and luxuriated in a just fucked feeling, in which the world was a wonderful place. Eventually I felt a certain stiffness starting to press against my back.

"Again?" I queried. "If you're offering," Mark replied. I twisted and reached down to take his slowly stiffening member in my hand and gently rubbed it up to full glory. I lay on my back, raised my knees, spread my legs and pulled Mark on top of me by pulling on his newly erect cock! Didn't want to let go of my prize. "Fuck me hard, please," I insisted, and added unnescessarily "I enjoy a good fuck."

Mark pushed his erection down to my pussy entrance and thrust straight in. He held his weight on his elbows and started fucking me long and hard - no finesse this time. I held his back and let my hand wander down onto his muscular buttocks. I could feel them flex as he pushed in and out. We both knew I wouldn't come again, so Mark concentrated on a rhythm for himself. It was a gorgeous feeling as I watched Mark work up a light sheen of sweat. Mark started groaning and then suddenly a few sharp thrusts and he was coming again deep inside me.

We lay side by side, Mark with his arm around me. Too exhausted and too relaxed to talk much. Eventually I poked him: "You've got to go. Much as I'd like to sleep with you, I can't risk you being seen in here, and you've an early start in the morning." Mark kissed me and said, "I know." He got up and dressed, kissed me lightly and said "I've got your number, I'll be in touch." I didn't say anything, but knew that this was a once off.

Next morning, I heard Mark leave early and drifted back to sleep. As I'd finished my business the day before, it was a leisurely breakfast and then off down the road back to the office. Well I thought to myself, "I've never understood one night stands ... but now I do! That was awesome. Still we won't meet again, so I'll get back to normal and treasure the memory" A few miles later down the road, a text pinged on my phone; as it could be work, I stopped to look at it. "Great news, I got the contract and will be back in 3 weeks. Will you be there? xxx" Well, that was unexpected I thought, and what is a girl to do?

Well, dear reader: I love reader feedback so please let me know what Sam should do next and I'll include it in part 2!