Walking out of Victoria's Secret that day I felt a great sense of euphoria. I had gone on a mini shopping spree early in the morning, and had bought lingerie that I had no clue when I would ever use. I smiled and waved to the cashier, reminding myself that I had to find ways to lift my spirits, after all, today I would legally unyoke myself from a marriage that had gone downhill for years until it had completely bottomed out.My soon to be ex-husband had lied and cheated throughout our marriage, and time and time again I had forgiven him, but eventually he had worn me down. For the last year and a half we had lived together, but with very little communication between us. I'd watch him come and go, each time with his stealthy looks that told me he had been with yet another woman. I couldn't help but feel violated; after all I still kept doing my part as the good wife, though we were no longer intimate. After so many lies I could not bear to feel his cheating hands on my body, though I did miss the feeling of his body sliding against mine. I missed sex.
The divorce was nothing more than a signing of a few papers. It seemed we were both relieved, and without any animosity we had shaken hands as if a good business deal had taken place, and wordlessly, we had gone our separate ways. Immediately afterwards I had driven across town to check into the hotel which I had reserved just for the occasion. I had not wanted to go back to the empty house; my consolation prize for 6 years of marriage.
The hotel was not fancy, but it did boast a wonderful infinity pool that overlooked the valley below. As I lounged poolside I dreamt of my new future, and I knew that from today my life would change; gone was that trusting, foolish woman. I was not going to ever let another man take advantage of me, and in my dreams of dreams the perfect man was going to find me, and I was going to have the unbelievable sex that I desired.
In the early evening I took a shower, and slipped on my new pink and black lingerie. The bra was an impossible push-me-up, that increased my breast to almost triple their size. I loved how sexy I felt in it, as I ran my fingers over the mound of my breasts, watching as my nipples became hard. Oh, how I missed the sexual touch. The panties were a sheer slip of fabric, with a concealed slit in the crotch, and I was aroused by the coolness of the air against my exposed flesh. I put on my new black cocktail dress, which clung to the curves of my body. Looking into the mirror, I couldn't help but admire the low v-cut that accentuated my decolletage; I was dressed to enjoy my own company.
The restaurant was nondescript but the menu was surprisingly upscale. I ordered a few glasses of wine along with my salmon that came in a pistachio cream sauce. There were very few people in the restaurant, and dining alone forced me to think about the single life ahead of me. I didn't know how I'd cope as this my first day was proving quite difficult, yet I was determined to give myself the good life. After dessert, I still wasn't ready to call it a night, and so I decided to have one more drink before turning in.
Next to the restaurant, there was an adjoining bar room, and there at the empty bar I ordered a glass of champagne before the surly bartender suggested that a bottle would be cheaper. He softened up a bit when I told him that I had gotten divorced that day; still he had no advice for me beyond which brand of Champagne would best accompany my tears, and I was glad when a tall stranger entered the bar.
We were the only two patrons in the bar, so as he walked towards me, it seemed obvious that he would sit on the stool next to mine. At first our conversation was light and flirtatious, but it wasn't before long that he had pulled his stool closer to mine and our legs touched. Under my black dress I could feel the beads of desire rolling down my spine, and through the space of my bosom. I knew I needed this man, but I had never had a one night stand and I didn't know how to initiate it. I didn't have to. It wasn't before long that I felt his hands pressing against my legs and his fingers inching up my thighs, before slowly sliding into the slit in my panties. He then withdrew his wet fingers and holding my hand in his he kissed my knuckles before licking his own fingertips. I could have had an orgasm there from feeling his tongue touching my flesh, as his eyes dug into mine.
He ordered yet another bottle of Champagne that he said he would bring up to the room, and I left him to pay the check and follow me upstairs. I had never felt so alive though I knew that I was drunk. I fumbled with the magnetic key, but eventually I was able to open the door which I left slightly ajar so that he could come in. I brushed back my hair when I passed the mirror and sat on the edge of the bed for a second, before falling backwards. I was highly excited, and so while I waited for him, I slipped one hand in my panties, rubbing on my clitoris, while I threw the other heavy arm over my chest to pinch at my already erect nipple. The alcohol was taking over, and I felt unable to move, so I closed my eyes.
I cannot remember when he slipped through the door, but there he was kneeling down in front of me. My legs were still hanging over the edge of the bed, and he had already started to massage my calves before removing my shoes. With both shoes off, he then held my feet to his face squeezing his cheeks. He didn't take his eyes off mine, as he placed one foot on his shoulder while sucking the toes of the other one. His tongue was insistent as it pushed against the web of my toes, claiming the spaces as its own. After making love to my toes, he slowly started to lick my legs from the ankles up, stopping to curl his tongue behind my knees. The sensation was intense, and me still on my back, could only gyrate my hips in response. He had parted my legs slightly, enough I knew, to see my pink and black panties,and it excited me more to see how he stopped to stare at my wet spot. He continued kissing my legs and my thighs, occasionally sucking down hard to give me love bites that sent sharp stabs of pain up my spine, but which also heightened my arousal.
I could see the top of his head, and I wanted to reach out and twirl his hair in my fingers, but my arms were heavy from the alcohol and I felt pinned to the bed. He had now pushed my legs further apart, and had dragged me closer to the edge of the bed so that my glory was exposed to him. I felt his teeth grabbing at the fabric of my panties, and his lips clamped around it so that he could suck on it. I would have levitated if I could, when I felt his tongue slide through the slit and plunge inside of me. Over and over his teeth bit gently on my labia, and his tongue sucked down hard on my clitoris, until I heard myself screaming in ecstasy.
My legs were still shaking from the orgasm, but as he stood up, he pulled me to a sitting position, and together we removed each other's clothes. He unbuckled his belt, and with my teeth I pulled down the zipper, before rooting around with my mouth to find the mound that bulged from his boxers. I do not know how we were able to not break eye contact, but as I took him in my mouth his eyes remained riveted on mine. I held him tight around the base of his manhood, while I let my tongue dance over the slippery head, before pushing it deep into the pockets of my cheeks. In and out of my mouth I could feel his bulging veins displacing my tongue.
I wanted to cry out as he grabbed my hair and pushed himself deeper and deeper into my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin. Quickly he pushed me back on the bed, and straddling my face between his bent knees he slammed into my mouth again and again. I could feel him reaching for my tonsils, and as he let out a loud moan, I couldn't help but swallow as his thick hot cum slipped down my throat.
He slid down my body to kiss me, licking at the salty liquid that trickled from my mouth; he bit at my lips, and sucked hard on my nipples; he pushed me on my knees before slipping on a condom and entering me from behind; he pulled me to ride on top of him; he lifted one of my legs and held on tightly as he took me deep, both of us spasming together; he sucked me as I sucked him; he entered my virginal ass as he bit my neck. We moved around my hotel room and had sex on every available surface. We did it over the arm chair; on the floor; in the bathroom and out on the balcony. We did every position I had heard of, and at the end of the evening we laid together, his legs wrapped between mine, and his limp cock nestled against my hips. We slept that way until I saw the sun peep through the drapes.Maybe this is not the way I want to remember my divorce, but the following day when I opened my eyes I found that my wild night of sex, hadn't ended the way I thought. I was still lying on my back, but it seemed at some point I had thrown up, and the awful smell came wafting back to me. I couldn't move, as my legs were weak and shaky, and the light coming through the opened drapes made my head spin like a merry go round. It wasn't until I heard a noise in the bathroom that I remembered the man, and though I felt ill, I also recalled our wonderful night of passion. I was happy that he had stayed the night with me, and I felt promise in this relationship.
There was a lot of noise coming from the bathroom, but when the door was finally pushed open I had expected him to come over and kiss me. When he did not, I opened my eyes, but instead of the handsome man, there was a short Hispanic woman holding a garbage bag. I was immediately embarrassed and tried to pull the covers over myself, however I realized that I was lying on top of the bedspread. There was no need to cover myself as I was still fully clothed, though I still had one hand in my panties, and the other over my chest nestled under my bra. I kicked my shoes off, trying to pull myself up off the edge of the bed in the exact position I had sat the night before. The woman muttered a few words, but my head couldn't process all that she was saying, and I couldn't understand what was going on. Where was the man, and who had dressed me?I felt sick, and it was at that same moment the woman came back with more garbage bags. She walked over to me, and propped my head up so that I could throw up in the bag. Between the two of us, I got half way cleaned up and she moved me to sit on an arm chair in the room while she removed the soiled linen. The woman did not speak much English, but she handed me my purse and a folded piece of paper when I asked for it. I assumed the paper was the hotel bill and bar tab, but I was wrong.
The paper was folded in two, and someone had drawn a big smiley face on the facing page, inside neatly written were these words:
"Be careful who you trust. Not everyone has your best interest at heart. I could have taken more from you last night than I did."
P.S. Don't ever leave your doors open; you never know who might enter."
I folded the piece of paper and slid it in my wallet, and then I noticed, all of my money and credit cards were missing, replaced only with a few unused condoms.
***THE END***
27-06-2014/Confessions of A Divorcée
