The bulk of their winter coats preventing their bodies from coming completely together, Regina knew she had only an opportunity or two to put a stop to this before it was too late. By the time the handsome stranger began stripping her of her Winter layers while at the same time nibbling his lips and teeth softly along the left side of her neck, Regina’s will power had been flattened by a runaway freight train.
And speaking of freight trains, that was also an apt way to describe the way it felt as Anton plowed her from behind. Regina could feel yet another orgasm building in her loins, the number of which she’d long lost count. The first one however, she’d never forget.
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Anton had nudged her backwards against the wall just inside the door to the room. His kisses had only intensified, and now his right hand was roaming down the front of her palpitating body. Feeling Anton’s hand drift down over the voluptuous mound of her bosom, Regina felt him shamelessly cup both her breasts through the front of her blouse, tweaking each of the erect nipples through the fabric as he sighed his appreciation for her endowment.
With no choice but to rest her shoulder blades against the wall, the last vestige of her conscience attempted to string together two words between the young stranger’s fervent and mesmerizing kisses.
“…I’m…married…..,” she tried to gasp several times.
Anton didn’t dignify her plea with a response, her body was telling him everything he needed to know. When he lowered his exploring hand down to the front snap of her black business slacks and undid it in one neat twist of his fingers, Regina’s feeble resistance went mute.
Still in his heavy coat with his backpack slung to the floor beside Regina, Anton tucked his right hand into the unzipped opening he’d created. Looking deep into the slits of the married woman’s disbelieving eyes, Anton caught a glimpse into Regina’s long suffering soul as he folded his fingers inside the front of her dampened panties.
“UUUHH…..UUHHHAAAHHH,” a gasp filtered from her lips the instant his probing fingertips crept over her swollen vulva.
Seeing Regina’s eyes immediately snap shut only to re-open a few seconds later with new found, heavenly focus, Anton massaged his digits through those tender pink folds until she was trembling with every move he made. Teasing her relentlessly as he placed several lurid kisses on Regina’s chest and throat, Anton felt the vibration ripple through her body when she collapsed her full weight backwards against the wall, as if in a final show of surrender.
Wasting no time, Anton angled his wrist and buried his entire hand inside Regina’s pants, forcing three of his fingers into the welcoming grip of the older woman’s womb. Seeing the heavy swells of her breasts rise and fall with each labored breath she took, Anton anchored his left arm behind Regina’s back for support, then began swirling those three extended fingers inside her vagina until the slippery slurping sounds of her shameful lust were bristling through the shadowy room.