I’d always frowned upon people who did this sort of thing, y’know? Thought that they just had so self control, no self-respect. But now? Well, what’s the saying, judge not lest ye be judged? Something like that.

I know what you’re thinking. That the circle of gold on my ring finger should have been warning enough not to go there.  But I was away from home, celebrating that the event I’d organised had gone so well and already a couple of glasses of wine down back at the hotel bar. And to be honest, my husband never even entered my head.

So, when this guy started paying me a bit of attention, I liked it.  I don’t get much at home, yeah? I’ve been with my husband for years and we barely spend time in the same room together, let alone whisper sweet nothings and have a kiss and a cuddle. And as for sex, nothing of any consequence for a long time.

I admit I was enjoying being chatted up. It’s nice to know you’ve still got it, isn’t it? And gosh, this guy was gorgeous. All twinkly eyes and sun-kissed tan. He was leaning in to me, being really flirty. I was flirting back. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and I knew, just knew, that he wanted more. At that stage though, I had no intentions of being that naughty, I was just enjoying being told how lovely I was for a change. But soon, most of my colleagues had gone to bed and it was just us and a couple of the sales guys still up, keeping the barman busy.

We were still talking, about silly stuff, I can’t even remember what, when he leaned in and kissed me. He nearly knocked me off my feet to be honest, his tongue was so urgent inside my mouth, flicking over my teeth, his hand resting in the curve of my neck. His other hand was flickering over my body, over my tight little dress that accentuated my curves. And then he cupped my breast – right there in the bar – his thumb running back and forth over my nipple, erect through my clothes. I remember gasping, hearing the sales guys gee us on, when he leaned in again, nuzzling my throat. I could feel this ache I hadn’t felt in years rise through me, this longing, somehow primeval.

I rose to get us another drink from the bar, mainly so I could catch my breath and run my fingers through my hair. As I stood there, he came behind me and rested his hands on my hips. One slowly moved to my bottom, gently squeezing it, the other moved to my breast again, his hand somehow finding its way into my bra.

I didn’t care that our colleagues were looking at us, enjoying the show. He bent down and whispered in my ear, electrifying me. He asked me to lean back, so I did, I leant back into him and felt his hardness against me. I could feel myself getting wetter, my clit was aching for him and we kissed again, hungrily this time. I wanted to feel his tongue move across my nipples, I wanted to feel him in between my legs, so I took his hand and led him back to my room.

I kicked off my heels, removing his jacket at the same time. Soon, he was astride me on the hotel bed, kissing me, stroking me. I arched my back towards him, wanting him inside me, but he was teasing me, enjoying seeing me like this. I reached for him, his cock, strong and firm in my hands and he moaned slightly before moving down between my legs. He kissed my tummy gently, making me shudder, gently rubbing my throbbing clit with his thumb. I thought I could stand no more when I felt his tongue there, licking me, gently sucking me, moving inside me. I was writhing against his face, making him glisten with my wetness and I felt wave and waves of ecstasy shoot through my body as I came, his tongue still working so hungrily on me.

But he hadn’t finished with me. I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips, on his tongue as I ran my hands over him, throbbing, stiff. I wanted more. I wanted him inside me and he knew I was ready. He lay back and I sat across him, lowering my smooth, wet hole onto him, letting him fill me until I groaned with the feeling of him within. I moved rhythmically, circling my pelvis again and again as his hands sought my still erect nipples, clutched my hips, pressing them down even further. I moved myself, over and over, rubbing my wet, swollen clit against his swollen cock and then I felt myself tighten as I went over the edge and he bucked inside me as I felt him come, filling me.

And now? I have no regrets. I think back and feel myself tingle at the memory of that night. I’m turned on as I think of my awakening that evening and reach for myself to quell the longing ache between my thighs as I count the days to the next event.