They each talked about how numb they’ve been inside emotionally, and how they both want to feel alive again, to be unafraid of feeling something good.
Paul kept looking out of the window at the hotel across the street, but stopped at asking Suzy if she would be interesting in getting a room. That’s crazy, he thought to himself. Totally insane.
“Yes, Paul, I’d love to,” said Suzy, gazing into his eyes.
“What? What do you mean?” he asked.
Now it was Suzy looking across the street at the hotel. She turned back to Paul and raised one eyebrow in the most devilish way. The check came quickly soon after.
Checking into the room amid giggles for not having any luggage, the front desk clerk couldn’t stop smiling has he handed over the key card.
With the door firmly locked and the “Do Not Disturb” sign hung on the door, Paul and Suzy stood facing each other. There was no awkwardness, no tension. Then, as if a starter’s pistol had sounded, each literally jumped at each other in a frenzy of kissing.
Paul’s tongue searched for Suzy’s, pressing his body against hers, feeling that soft shape and those curves he had imagined in his mind so many times.
Suzy grabbed Paul’s head and drove her tongue into his mouth, swirling and exploring, her hands moving up and down Paul’s back. Paul’s tongue moved down to Suzy’s neck and ears, as he ran his hands up and down her sides, moving them to clutch her bottom.
Finding each other’s tongues again, Paul thrust his hard inside her mouth and Suzy began sucking on it.
Without unlocking tongues, they moved and shifted together towards the bed while taking each other’s clothes off. Suzy literally ripped Paul’s shirt buttons open, rubbing her hands up and down his powerful chest muscles.
Paul did the same, pulling Suzy’s blouse off her. He stopped for a moment to admire her breasts as he undid her bra. Seeing him stare, Suzy cupped one and then pulled the back of his head down on to her hard, swollen nipple. He sucked hungrily, moving from one nipple to the other and Suzy threw her head back and began moaning.
Suzy sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at Paul while she undid his belt, his pants and then his zipper, letting them fall to the floor. She then pulled down his boxers, still looking deep into his eyes as she grabbed the shaft of his now rock hard cock.
Paul’s eyes rolled back in pleasure and he had to steady himself as she began licking his head and running her tongue along his shaft. He hunched over and groaned when she took him into her mouth and began to stroke him, massaging his balls with her other hand.
He looked down in amazement and ran his fingers through her long curly hair as she continued to slurp and suck.
As she stroked him harder and faster, he put his fingers gently under her chin and raised her head so he could look at her. She shuddered at the sight of her wet, plump lips.
“Stand up for me,” he said, almost growling. She raised herself and he gently turned her around so her back was to him. Kissing the back of her neck, he undid her skirt and began to reach around and touch her pussy. Her wetness had already soaked through her panties.
She raised her arms and grabbed the back of his head as his fingers rubbed her wet and swollen clit. She let out a gasp, as his fingers slid inside her. He explored her folds and began circling her clit with almost dripping fingers.
He lightly pushed her shoulders, and Suzy quickly obeyed and leaned forward and spread out her arms to balance herself, exposing herself to him. Leaning over her, he kissed the small of her back and then gently slid his hard cock into her. Slowly, inch by inch disappeared inside her and they both let out a collective gasp.
Suzy clenched the bed spread and clenched her teeth as he began to thrust inside her. She loved the feeling of his cock filling her, penetrating her. He grabbed her hips and began to thrust in such a powerful motion the entire bed began to move forward. Suzy pushed back her hips in rhythm and the sound of their skin slapping echoed in the room.
Tightening his grip on her hips, his thrusts were so strong, the mattress bumped the bedside table, which then knocked over a lamp. But they didn’t care.
Paul released his grip and reached one hand around her thigh and began to play with her clit as he fucked her. He then took the other hand and grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.
Suzy moaned. The feeling of his cock inside her and his hand stroking her clit was sending her to the brink of losing all control. She could feel an intense orgasm building…getting closer…
Pulling her hair harder, Paul leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“Cum with me baby, cum with me inside you.”
Hearing those words, Suzy’s scream was probably heard at the front desk. Her moans were then masked by Paul’s grunts as he too came, his thrusts now turning into convulsions as he fully released. Each was shuddering and shaking, surges of intense pleasure coursing through their bodies.
Suzy collapsed on the bed, as did Paul, who then spooned her, his arm wrapped around her tummy, pulling her close. It took a few minutes for their breathing to return to normal, each twitching a little with aftershocks of their intense orgasms.
Paul showered the back of her neck and shoulder with gentle, tender kisses, and she loved the feeling of his chest against her back and his warm breath on her skin.
Paul and Suzy were the living and they couldn’t stay connected to the dead forever. They were flesh and blood and bone and fluid, and they needed to focus their energy and emotions on the world above ground. For both of them, the sweet scent of flowers was no longer a reminder of death.
Poetic
Lynn had made up her mind. She was going to sleep with her personal trainer.
It was going to be passionate.
It was going to be sweaty.
It was going to be naughty.
Oh yes.
She just wanted one night of pleasure. C’mon, Lynn was single, as was Fabian. She knew it wasn’t going to amount to more than a mindless but hopefully mind-blowing evening of lust, but she needed this badly.
Lynn was finding life a struggle. Her husband of ten years left her for a younger, skinnier woman who prided herself on her immovable silicone breasts. Seriously, they never moved.
At least Lynn got the house. So now, it was just her with Toby the cat and Tristan the budgie.
After the separation, she buried herself in work. A respected college English professor, she lost herself in marking papers and planning lectures. She extended her office hours, spending many a night talking to students about their essays, or preparing articles for academic journals.
She also turned to junk food. Embarrassed, she visited many a drive-thru and the trash was often filled with empty bags of chips, cookies and candy, not to mention wine bottles. Double-stuffed Oreos were her favorite.
Putting on the pounds in a hurry, she needed to act. So she joined the gym and was paired with Fabian for personal training sessions. Shaking his hand, she looked at this Spanish Adonis and said a small thanks to the powers above that brought him to her.
She also hoped exercise would provide some relief from the millions of things running through her head. Her mind would simply not stop racing.
On top of her demanding work, there was her finances, the running of the house, her volunteer work at the local animal shelter, the divorce, meetings with lawyers. At times it was overwhelming.
She tried everything to calm her mind. Yoga was OK, but she felt a little out of place among all the stick women. She seemed to be the only woman with a healthy bust and butt. Meditation didn’t help much either. She tried the breathing exercises and chanting but she couldn’t help feeling a little silly. A couple of times she started giggling and was given dirty looks by the instructor.
Lynn was quick to admit sleeping with a personal trainer was such a cliché. She had heard about it, read about it and watched it on countless television shows. Since it was so popular, there had to be something to it, right? Why not her?
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nbsp; When she told her friends of her plans, the news was met with cheers, clinking glasses and high-fives. Most of them had already slept with their trainers long ago and wondered what had taken her so long.
Fabian was beautiful. That’s the only way Lynn could describe him. Originally from Madrid, his dark skin, dark eyes and dark hair were to die for. And what a physique! She had never really been attracted to rock hard muscle...until now.
She immediately reacted to his touch through her various stretches and strength training exercises. His strong hands on her back or her sides sent shivers down her spine. He still had a faint Spanish accent which she adored.
In fact, when he told her to “push harder” or “really feel it” in that accent, her knees weakened.
Their workouts together had an unmistakable sexual undertone to them. He would watch her lift weights, claiming to make sure she had the correct form.
But his piercing eyes suggested there was more to it.
Squats oozed sexual tension. Lynn would drop down with the bar across her shoulders and Fabian would urge her to stick her butt out more, which she gladly did. It was the only exercise where he too would get a little sweat on his forehead.
Lynn often asked Fabian to demonstrate certain exercises, just for the chance to see his muscles bulge and strain.
They took turns watching one another.
She would fight gasping at the sight of his biceps or his flexed muscles on his back. And she was convinced he made her do extra thigh exercises so that he could watch her spread her legs open.
For chest presses, Fabian would look a little flustered when Lynn stuck out her large breasts with each repetition, unashamed at her erect nipples that hardened from his gaze.
Many a night, Lynn touched herself thinking of him, envisioning an empty gym change room full of steam, discovering him alone in nothing but a towel.
Their workouts quickly became a playful sort of foreplay. Despite the building sexual energy, he was always sweet, kind and managed to keep an air of professionalism. And, he was a good trainer as Lynn noticed her arms, thighs and butt were getting tighter.
Lynn mustered up the courage to ask him out and Fabian immediately agreed. There was probably some kind of professional conflict to consider somewhere, but she didn’t care. Nor did he.
Getting ready for their date, Lynn was nervous. OK, really nervous.
She realized she hadn’t been on a date in years. Picking her outfit was a challenge. Which outfit said, “I’m professional and independent, but please rip my clothes off…”
Over drinks Lynn was pleasantly surprised to find Fabian had more depth to him than she first thought. He spoke passionately about music and was part of a non-profit group that helped struggling rural villages back in Spain.
And to her shock, Fabian loved books and especially poetry – his favourite being the American poet, Walt Whitman. That totally floored her.
Talk then turned to relationships and dating. Lynn tried not to be too critical of her ex, even though he was a pig.
She assumed Fabian was sleeping with all of his clients, but this wasn’t the case. To her surprise, he was a little shy and nervous himself.
She invited him back to her condo, feeling she’d be more comfortable in her own surroundings.
Sitting on the couch, enjoying some wine, Lynn was getting cold feet. She hadn’t been with a man in months and didn’t quite know how to explain to
Fabian that she just wanted one night of throwing caution to the wind.
She didn’t want a relationship, nor did she want to stop seeing him as a personal trainer. She wondered if maybe this was all a big mistake.
She put down her wine and decided to put her cards on the table.
“Fabian listen, I’m not looking for anything serious here...I’m recently divorced...I’m really not looking for anything more than...”
Fabian cut her off before she could continue.
“Lynn, I’m going back to Spain next week. My mother isn’t well and I want to return home to help take care of her. I’m not sure how long I will be away. I was going to tell you before, but I wanted the chance to spend time with you like this.”
They looked at each another in silence for a moment. Though nothing was said, it was understood. They had this night. He sipped his wine, leaned back and smiled.
“Pare este día y la noche conmigo y usted poseerá el origen de todos los poemas.”
She didn’t understand what it meant, but damn, it sounded beautiful.
“Could you translate that for me?” asked Lynn.
“It’s from my favourite poet,” he answered. He looked deep into her eyes and held her hand.
“Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems.”
OK, that was it.
Any nervousness or second-guessing vanished. Lust coursed through her body.
She grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her. Their tongues swirled and explored each other’s mouths. He kissed her neck and ears, his tongue running along her soft skin, arousing her instantly.
He frantically undid the buttons on her blouse and began kissing and licking the tops of her breasts.
Lynn wasted little time in stroking his crotch and was turned on at the speed at which his cock came to life.
Articles of clothing were pulled, tugged and almost violently removed.
She led him to the bedroom where she wriggled his jeans off and his cock sprang out. It looked enormous against his six-pack stomach. It was long, proud. Beautiful to look at.
She moaned as she grabbed the shaft gently and began to suck. He collapsed on the bed and started muttering things in Spanish.
She took in his long cock and wrapped her lips around it and started to suck slowly at first, but then harder. She cupped his balls with the other hand.
She sucked and sucked, feeling the skin of his shaft and head against her tongue and the insides of her cheeks.
Falling into a methodical rhythm, something extraordinary thing happened.
When she closed her eyes and sucked, it was like she was in another world.
While sucking and stroking, she felt a sense of incredible calm and peace. His groans of pleasure were muffled, and she could feel his cock getting harder and his balls tighter. And yet amid all of this, absolute calm. Pure tranquility.
Suddenly, she saw the world with unmistakable clarity.
All the decisions she was stressing over became crystal clear. Decisions about her work. Decisions about her finances. Decisions about her personal life. She saw the world in complete lucidity. The more she sucked, the more it cleared her mind.
Meanwhile, Fabian was losing his.
Showing him his workouts were working, she used her newfound strength and pushed him back down as he tried to get up.
Surrendering, he fell back and first gripped the headboard. Lynn could hear the wood almost cracking under his powerful grip.
He released the headboard and placed his hands over his mouth just in time to drown out the sound of his moans as he came.
Lynn could feel the deep contractions as his hot semen jetted from his cock and into her mouth. She continued sucking through each one, until Fabian finally drew in deep breaths.
Wriggling away from her, he looked at her in astonishment.
She looked at him devilishly, her mouth and lips still moist from his juices.
He struggled to find words, but decided he would let his actions show how grateful he was for the pleasure she gave.
He grabbed Lynn by the shoulders and gently pushed her down so that she lay on her back.
He first sucked her breasts gently, moving from nipple to nipple. Lynn arched her back and moaned as he flicked them with his tongue, which he then moved down her body.
Lynn spread her legs open and gently guided his head to her swollen clit and moist lips.
First she felt his hot breath against her pussy. He seemed to be staring at it, admiring it. Then his s
oft tongue glided over her clit and up and down her lips. She grabbed the sheets on her bed and twisted them in her hands.
His warm tongue then began exploring inside her. She pulled on the back of his head and grinded her pussy against his face, breathing hard through clenched teeth.
He slowly slid one finger inside her and then two. He slid them in and out slowly, while licking her clit in the same rhythm.
Lynn thrust her hips up against his mouth and hand, her breathing becoming deeper and faster.
His pace quickening, Lynn could feel her climax building.
Sensing this as well, Fabian licked and thrusted a little faster, moving perfectly in time with Lynn’s hips. Her clit had never been this swollen, or this sensitive before.
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