She beamed and we hugged one another, as my mind worked overtime, ‘Now what do I do? Irma, while not a classic beauty, was surprisingly attractive, much more so than I had imagined. Her flattery made me feel desirable, sexy even. How am I going to resist my primal urges to fuck her silly? It’s obviously what she wants.’ My cock had sprung to attention and my heartbeat quickened, I was the male of the species reacting to the bitch in heat, and I quickly surmised that there was no way that I could resist this lovely creature in my arms.
Given that I had made up my mind to fuck her silly, I felt the need to find a way to rationalize cheating on my wife. ‘Tomorrow’s problem,’ I thought to myself. The procrastinator’s motto seemed appropriate, ‘Why decide today what I can put off until tomorrow?’
I paid for my beer, and as we turned to walk out of the lounge, the drunk who had been groping her when I arrived had gotten up and approached, unnoticed by either of us. He grabbed Irma’s arm and tried to swing her around.
“Eeeeeeeeeek,” she screamed as he yanked her toward him.
“Wheresh do you thinksh you’re goin, honey. I ain’t done withsh you yetsh,” he slurred, obviously having imbibed a couple of martini’s too many.
I acted quickly and instinctively, stepped up to him, and hit him in the Adam’s apple with a short, quick backhand chop. He let go of Irma and dropped to his knees, holding his throat and gasping for air. I took Irma by the hand, and we exited the lounge before anyone could react to what had happened. I didn’t hit him hard enough to cause any permanent damage, but the blow was effective, nonetheless.
We hopped on the elevator and headed up to my room. “You need to be careful whom you lead on,” I told her, half jokingly.
She had recovered from her initial shock and responded, “I see that, I guess I have a lot to learn about picking up men, don’t I?”
“Were you trying to pick him up?”
“No, not really, I was just practicing my flirting. You know, just in case you didn’t show up,” she chuckled, then turned serious, “You didn’t kill him, did you?”
I chuckled myself, “No, just stunned him a little, he’ll be all right.”
We reached the room, entered and I locked the door behind us. I gently pulled Irma to me and began kissing her passionately, I just couldn’t hold back; I had to have her. She responded with an urgency of her own, opening her mouth and feverishly probing mine with her tongue.
I broke the kiss, and half whispered into her ear, “You know, beautiful, for the next few hours you belong to me, and only me. I’m going to take you and possess you like you’ve never been taken or possessed before.” I took her head between my hands, lifted it and kissed her passionately once again.
After a few minutes, she broke the kiss and whispered, “God, Charley, I need you, I want you so bad, do me now please, fuck me silly.”
‘What a wonderful choice of words, ‘fuck me silly’,’ I thought as I quickly and clumsily pulled her sweater over her head and removed it, and unclipped her bra and tossed it aside. She followed suit and removed my shirt, leaving her bare, b-cup sized, breasts with hardened nipples pressing into my lower chest, turning me on even more.