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You know the standard disclaimer.  If you don't belong here, go away or we'll
tell your mother you read erotic stories on the internet.  Comments are always
welcome:  Caterinka@aol.com   


"Hey, Doll," Frankie heard when she answered her mobile phone.  She hadn't
expected to hear from Adam so soon, and she felt her heart race like a
teenager.  Geeeez!

"Well, hi there!" she said softly. 

"Whatcha doin'?" he asked her in that sexy voice that made her tingle. 

"Working, silly," Frankie replied, trying to keep her breathlessness under
control.  It had only been four days since she'd seen Adam, and she couldn't
stop thinking about him.  Her husband and kids had noticed that she was in a
very good mood, and that she was walking around grinning like an idiot.  They
had assumed it was because business was going well, and she didn't bother to
correct them.  

"Oh?" he responded, dragging that one syllable into both a suggestion and a
question at the same time, making Frankie giggle.  He liked the way her voice
traveled a full octave's range when she giggled, going from low to high.
"Well, maybe we could play a little pool this afternoon, if you're not too
busy." 

Frankie quickly looked into her Palm Pilot to see if she had any critical
appointments.  What woman needed to have her teeth cleaned when she could meet
her lover?  "That sounds like a lot of fun, Adam," she said, her voice growing
husky. "Unless we could just dispense with the pool and fuck like greased,
crazed weasels in a hotel somewhere." 

Adam burst out laughing.  "I think we could arrange that," he replied.  He
named a hotel in a town between the two they lived in.  It seemed like neutral
territory, where they wouldn't be likely to run into anyone either of them
knew.  Frankie agreed that she'd be there in 45 minutes.  "And Frankie?," he
said before hanging up.

"Mmmmhmmm," she said.

"I really want to slide my cock into that tight, virgin ass of yours, OK?"  he
suggested in his raspy, sexy tone that made the prospect sound delightful.

"Well........," she said hesitantly, "I still don't know, but maybe."  

"Fair enough, Frankie," he said easily.  "We'll just have to see, then."  

As she was getting into her car to leave, Frankie started thinking about the
prospect of anal sex with her newfound love.  Hmmmmm.  She'd been thinking a
lot about it since they'd seen one another a couple of weeks ago.  Honestly,
she'd always heard that it could hurt pretty badly, and she'd had a pretty
serious case of hemorroids since her since was born a couple of years ago.
But in their phone conversations, Adam had talked about it in his sexy, sweet
voice, making it sound very attractive indeed, especially since he wasn't
being too pushy about it.  Then again, it was a tremendous amount of fun to
tease him with the prospect, too.  Perhaps she'd just tease for a while
longer, to see how much he could endure.   

The late summer air was hot inside the car, so Frankie pulled up her flowing
skirt to let the airconditioning reach her crotch.  Actually, her pussy was
already hot, weather notwithstanding.  The moisture and heat began to
accumulate quickly whenever she thought of Adam's thick cock.  Thoughts of him
made her nipples stiffen, her cunt quiver, her clit throb, and even made her
mouth water.  Those same thoughts, however, did absolutley nothing for her
asshole, which made Frankie consider the anal sex prospect once again.  She
was positive that it had to have been a male's idea to begin with.  She
imagined some neanderthal fucking his female from behind and thinking to
himself, "Hmmmm, I'll bet it would fit in THERE, too!" whereupon he promptly
jammed it into the unsuspecting female's ass, thereby forever giving anal sex
its reputation for pain.  Frankie giggled to herself, contemplating pre-
historic sex as she pulled into the hotel parking lot. 

She had hoped that Adam would be waiting in his truck for her, lending her the
opportunity to flash him as she got out of the car.  Unfortunately, he
appeared to have already gone into the hotel.  

Frankie wondered to herself if it was obvious to the hotel staff that this
pudgy woman (she preferred to think of herself as built for comfort rather
than speed) in the sapphire blue business suit was meeting her lover.  Let's
face it, how many people checked into nice hotels without a suitcase on a
Wednesday afternoon?  Because of her ruminations, she was loath to ask the
desk clerk if Adam had checked in when she failed to see him in the lobby.
She feared he might have checked in under another name, and she didn't want to
mortify herself by a discussion with the clerk.  She wandered over toward the
hotel bar, feeling that all this clandestine nonsense certainly livened up her
days.  

There was Adam, nursing a Guiness in a booth in the corner of the bar.  It
appeared that he'd ordered a Glenlivet for her, thoughtful man.  "Did I keep
you waiting long?" she asked as she slipped into the booth next to him,
deliberately mashing her breast against his arm and sliding her palm up his
thigh as she kissed him. 

"Well, it seemed like forever, but my watch says about 10 minutes," Adam
replied.  Good answer!, thought Frankie.  He was really great at saying what
would please her most without being insincere in the least.  "I've already
checked in." 

Frankie picked up her scotch and drank it down smoothly in one gulp.  "Then
let's go upstairs!" she said as she set her glass on the table. 

Adam laughed uproariously.  "Mind if I finish my beer first, amorous one?"
This woman never ceased to amaze and amuse him.  Her directness was a bit
unsettling at times, but very refreshing. 

Frankie heaved a mock sigh of resignation, "Oh, if you must!"  

Adam chuckled and pulled her close, kissing her lingeringly.  Frankie was
quite certain that at least the bartender and the few other patrons in the bar
knew they were lovers by now.  

"So how's business been?," Adam asked Frankie innocently as his hand slid up
her stockinged leg to her soft, smooth thigh. 

Frankie cleared her throat in an effort to control her breathing.  "Oh, it's
great.  We've .....ummm.......got some great....mmm.....projects
working.....right now."  His fingers had found the soft folds of her shaven
cunt and were lightly, playfully stroking them.  "Adam?"

"Yes, Frankie?" he asked as he slipped a finger into her drenched pussy
beneath the rose colored tablecloth and nibbled discreetly on her neck. 

"Can we go upstairs now?" she whimpered.  The forbidden thrill of Adam's digit
sliding in and out of her cunt where no one else could see was getting to
Frankie very quickly.  

"Nooooo," he replied.  "I'm still not done with my beer."  He leaned toward
her for better positioning, slipped another finger into her cunt and began to
massage her throbbing clit with his thumb.  

Frankie looked around frantically, hoping no one else could see what he was up
to.  No one seemed to be taking any notice of them, and from all outward
appearances, they looked like an affectionate couple having a drink.  Except
for the rapidly rising flush to Frankie's cheeks, that is.  Adam continued
trying to get her to make conversation as his fingers continued their expert
manipulation of her pussy.  Frankie was biting her lip and giving monosyllabic
answers, trying to maintain a modicum of composure.  

"Cum for me, baby," Adam whispered in her ear, "and I'll take you upstairs to
the room."  

Frankie struggled not to moan or thrust her hips against his hand, but it was
taking all her concentration.  This was the most exquisite torture she'd ever
been subject too, and she could tell that Adam was nearly as excited by it as
she was.  His fingers continued their assault on her poor, aching, sodden
puss, stroking slowly in and out with two fingers while his thumb worked her
swollen clit.  Frankie was trying desperately to preserve composure as Adam
felt her cunt clasping desperately at his fingers. 

"That's it, baby," he whispered to her, "Cum hard and I'll reward you with the
fucking you deserve."  That did it!  Frankie's head rolled back as her eyes
closed and she whimpered, desperately trying to keep quiet as her orgasm shook
her entire body.  

She was in grave danger of screaming out Adam's name and begging him to fuck
her here and now, but she managed to only whisper, "Oh, shit, Adam.  Yes.  Oh,
yes, yes, yes."  

As Frankie's spasms subsided, Adam slowly withdrew his hand and made a great
show of licking his fingers clean somewhat surreptitiously.  Frankie looked
around the bar, but no one seemed to be paying any attention.  She found it
difficult to believe that she could have had a tremendous orgasm right here in
public, and no one in the room was any wiser.  

"Can I get you two anything else?," the bartender asked as he approached their
table. 

Frankie blushed furiously as Adam said, "No, I think we have everything we
need for now."  

"Adam," she whispered after the bartender retreated, "I'll get you for this!"

"Oh, God, I hope you do!," was his fervent reply.  


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