They matched on a dating app, a common way of meeting people these days.

They exchanged messages for weeks, though not consistently, because in a universe where people message several others, it is not easy to catch someone’s attention.

She was not interested in him; she found him too serious and dull.

One day, he suggested a “blind date”.

They had not yet exchanged photographs, only characters; they did not know what each other looked like.

Without thinking much about it, she agreed.

She would cancel later, as she so often did at the last minute.

On the day they had arranged, as she drove to the agreed café, she wondered several times why she got herself into these sorts of situations. She thought it was going to be merely “awkward” and embarrassing, having to make up excuses to slip away and leave.

Perhaps because she had never been on a “blind date” and wanted to try new things, her steps remained determined to keep her promise.

She had chosen discreet clothes, precisely because she did not want to encourage attraction. She simply wanted to do something she had never done before, go on the date and leave.

They were both married, and this was a clandestine meeting, but above all, she was not interested in captivating his attention.

She arrived first, something rare for her, as she had a complicated relationship with time and was usually late for every engagement.

She liked the feeling of being able to calm her nerves, get herself a drink and sit at an outdoor table imagining what he might be like.

Shortly afterwards, he appeared, with an open smile and a confident manner.

He came over to her, they greeted each other with two kisses on the cheek, and he went to the counter to get himself something to drink too.

Her first impression began to undo, somewhat, the idea she had formed of him.

When he sat opposite her and they looked each other in the eyes, she knew there was more to discover there.

He led the conversation. They both spoke about what had brought them there and what their expectations were.

She, shy and uncomfortable speaking openly there, noticed he had an accent.

Still unsure whether she liked it or not, she asked, and he explained:

— I’m from Mozambique.

They continued talking about their lives, their relationships, some past experiences and what they hoped to find.

Just as he had stated directly in his app profile, he said:

— I already have someone to hold hands with; that is not what I am looking for.

She found this statement somewhat out of place. Nor was it, at all, what she was looking for. What concerned her was not knowing how to handle a situation like this properly. It is common for people to have extramarital fantasies, but in practice, they do not always know how to manage what that entails. She had already experienced being with someone who later struggled with the “guilt”, and she did not want to find herself in that kind of situation again.

He reassured her.

At one point, when they were talking about what they hoped might come of it, he was clear:

— I want it.

Looking directly into her eyes, assertively.

She smiled discreetly and tried to change the subject. She did not want to give an unequivocal answer; she was afraid she might regret it later and wanted to think it over.

They got up soon afterwards and walked a few metres side by side. She felt herself naturally getting too close to him, surprising him, and moved away.

They said goodbye.

Already alone, as she walked to her car and drove to the next item on her schedule, she thought:

— Well, that was unexpected, completely the opposite of the scenario I had imagined.

A few hours later, they returned to messaging, and he, without expectations and merely provocatively, said:

— Do you want to meet at a motel on Friday?

To his surprise, the reply was positive.

The constant exchange of messages until the scheduled day would serve to arrange their meeting.

The excitement was at fever pitch.

On Friday, that unrelenting nervousness.

He says:

— I’m nervous.

She replies:

— It’s natural.

But somehow, knowing they felt the same calmed her.

They meet at the entrance to a commercial establishment and then both travel in her car.

It is not easy to control their anxiety, but they make conversation on the way to the forbidden place.

At the entrance, the car stopped too far from the digital display that allowed them to select the room they wanted, forcing her to stretch out through the window. He took the opportunity to feel her arse. She looked at him and smiled. She liked this teasing, which helped shake off her unease and encouraged complicity between them.

The barrier opened and they looked for the garage of the selected room. In her agitation, she fumbled the parking, having to correct the reverse manoeuvre so that she could place the vehicle in its respective space.

She switched off the car and they went up the stairs to the room.

He realised he did not have protection, but said he would call reception and have some delivered.

Before that, he came close to her and kissed her. She responded; they understood each other in the kiss, and he calmed down.

With the agitation, combined with drinking plenty of fluids, she needed to use the bathroom. Afraid that the kiss would escalate quickly, despite loving those first moments, she interrupted:

— Didn’t you need to call and ask for condoms?

— Yes, we’re just “dating”.

She liked that expression, “dating”. She thought it showed appreciation and care for a moment that was still casual but, once again, reinforced the connection between them.

When she came out of the bathroom, she found him half-reclining against the headboard, already without his shoes and shirt.

She went over to him and felt confident enough to do something she had always wanted to do: she climbed on top of him, put one leg on either side of his body, began to take off her top and, without finishing, could not resist kissing him. Feeling his approval, she intensified the kisses and gestures.

Suddenly, he turned the tables and laid her on the bed. He took off her skirt and the knickers she had chosen for the occasion and pressed his mouth to her pussy. She closed her eyes and let herself go. He licked her carefully and sucked her precisely, while exploring her clitoris. Wonderful sensations that made her moan, producing very distinctive sounds. Unexpectedly, she reached orgasm in a short time. She had always found it difficult to come when she was with someone, so she was surprised it had happened so quickly.

After she had recovered, it was her turn.

With him lying down, she pretended to take off his trousers, but let him complete the task more effectively. Once he was undressed, she approached his cock and caught a scent that captivated her.

She liked giving oral, but especially to organs that attracted her. She began to run her tongue over him slowly, teasing him. She liked to linger over the exploration. Pretending she was going for the main spots, but first massaging his thighs with her hands and tongue, feeling his chest, breathing against his neck, kissing his Adam’s apple, the mark of sin. Slowly approaching the head of his cock, running her tongue over his groin. Thoroughly moistening that virile member with saliva. Running her tongue around the crown of the glans, making a ring with her fingers and lightly moving them, as though it were a gentle orange squeezer. Lingering on his balls, giving them the often-forgotten attention they deserved, licking and sucking them tenderly, massaging them with her hands. And, after much circling around, finally focusing on the main member. Sucking gently with her mouth, at first only the tip. Then going deeper. Slowly. Moving her mouth down, swallowing his cock, with one hand following the movement from top to bottom. Intensifying, increasing the speed.

Feeling his reaction, hearing his moans, understanding what excited him most.

With emotions already boiling over, he interrupted, put on the condom and, on top of her, penetrated her in one thrust. She liked the murmurs and the sounds, and the way he thrust into her. She loved their intertwined bodies, their gazes and his cock moving in and out of her. Then he put her on all fours. She pressed her chest into the mattress and raised her arse. He made a few teasing approaches with his cock to her pussy before sinking into her. He moved in and out gently, until there was no escaping the intensity and urgency of the moment. Fast, accelerated and powerful movements, until he came inside her. She loved his orgasm. His sounds and expression, and feeling that she had caused it.

Having recovered from the ecstasy, he looked at her with his mouth open and an astonished expression, and said:

— Wow.

With an expression that suggested:

— What the hell was that I’ve just experienced? What train has just run me over?

She did not know how to reply.

Then they both sat propped against the pillows at the head of the bed and began to talk, trying to get to know each other a little better.

She was always curious about what these intervals between rounds would be like and what mood the people involved would be in.

For her, these moments were important too. They could mean strengthening bonds. She did not like to fuck just for the sake of it. She liked to feel empathy for that person and, preferably, a connection.

The conversation was lively and, while he spoke, he naturally ran his hand over her leg a few times, continuing their dialogue.

Trying to hide the effect it had on her, she looked at him, making an effort to concentrate on the conversation between them.

At one point, he pulled her towards him and kissed her with intent. Surrendered, her pussy already wet, she gave herself to him passionately. He ran his fingers over her pussy, felt the excitement pulsing between her legs and smiled:

— You’re such a turn-on.

He pulled her closer, sat up and seated her on top of him. Face to face, with their legs entwined and heated kisses, he helped her rise and fall as she swallowed his cock. She tightened her pussy on the way up and relaxed it on the way down, intensifying the sensations. Without warning, he laid her on the bed, lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders, and fucked her lustfully.

Wanting the pleasure to last, he lay on his back and she climbed on top of him, riding him fervently.

Sweaty, he went for her again, penetrating her mercilessly until he reached the final climax.

Three hours had passed and they still did not know each other’s names, but that did not prevent understanding from growing between them.

He said:

— It’s been a long time since I set aside three hours to fuck.

When they said goodbye, she left without expectations. She had already had a few encounters that had not gone much further.

Not even she knew that this was only the beginning of a story with many episodes.
 

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