My First Fan
Copyright© 2022 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Trapped in a sputtering marriage, Devin is retired and now writes erotic stories for fun. While on a “family fun” vacation with his wife, he crosses paths with Rachel, an ex-model now helping her husband with his poor financial decisions. Turns out, Rachel enjoys Devin’s stories…a lot.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Cheating Light Bond Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Public Sex
After retrieving my tablet from the room, I returned to sit in a comfortable high-winged chair in the lobby. With wind-driven rain pelting the windows, at least the bright overhead lights countered the storm’s darkness outside. Just as I was about to read, at the clacking of heels, I glanced towards the elevators. Not noticing me, Rachel, in a conservative gray business suit she somehow made appear sexy, sauntered past several other appreciative glances.
As I raised one eyebrow, I let a tight grin slip onto my face, watching her march across the tile towards the coffee. Shiny and streaked with russet, her auburn tresses bounded around her shoulders. Amazing. After realizing I’d stopped breathing, I sucked in air and, for a brief second; I thought about waving and calling to her. But with a sigh, I lowered my shaking hand and followed her receding back.
With a long gulp, I returned to my book. After this morning. No. I would simply leave her be. That was the best thing. The smart thing. I would be out of here the next day; everything we’d done left far behind us. All this—madness would be over. As I rolled my lips, I reread the same sentence another three times. And I’d be back to my boring life, boring wife, and whatever the Fates chose for boring old me.
Except, those Fates weren’t finished with me yet. Nor apparently was Rachel. As click-clacking heels once again echoed on the lobby, getting closer, I looked up. Of course, it was her. With only a brief, though somehow alluring, flip of hair to clear her made-up face, she glided into the matching chair across from me. Shivers raced along my spine as I tried not to stare while she crossed her long, dark-stockinged legs.
The silence stretched on as she sipped her coffee.
Those gleaming emerald pools gazing over the rim of her cup were—unsettling. In a soul-warming sort of way. Difficult to explain. The room faded away behind her. Although we did nothing but stare at each other, my heart hammered in my chest. And time slowed. Then stopped. My nose wrinkled at the delicate, flowery aroma of her elegant perfume wafting over me amidst the scent of strong coffee.
At last, I couldn’t take it anymore. After a long sigh, I rolled my lips. Though it would probably be stupid, I had to say something.
“About this morning...” With my words dribbling away, I turned from her intense gaze to peer at the rain-spattered windows, before murmuring. “I’m sorry. I should—” Hand raised; Rachel huffed while leaning forward.
“So help me God, Devin!” At her angry tone, I whipped to her. And froze. Tense, she gazed deep into my—soul. Narrowed, her green eyes glinted as she exclaimed. “If you apologize to me one more time, I’m gonna stab you in the eye with this fucking coffee stirrer.”
“But...” Chest tight, I returned my gaze to the heavy spatters across the parking lot. After—everything. Well, I just couldn’t bear to stare at her too long. Shivers raced through me as my heart restarted.
“Look, you damned fool.” After glancing around, she lowered her voice and continued. “You’ve been wonderful company. And I’ve enjoyed...” When I wandered to the gray world beyond the windows, she snapped her fingers and added. “Damn it! Look at me!”
Once again, at the strident tone of her voice, I whipped from the rain to her and swallowed. Her eyes blazed. Her lips, so full. So shiny. The shivers became tremors. Fear? No. Maybe.
“I’ve enjoyed our time together, Devin. I really have.” Under several swaying loose tresses, her flaring eyes were laser-focused on me. “All our time together. All of it. Every second of it. Do you understand?”
When I gave her a clipped nod and again tried to speak, she held up her hand. “Before you say another word, come to dinner with me and my husband tonight.”
“What?” How could what had happened between us elicit an invitation to dinner? With her husband? My eyebrows shot upwards as I sucked on my lips. Confusion reigned in my narrowed eyes. And whirling brain.
“Trust me.” Rachel’s pools softened, and she leaned back to sip before continuing. “When you come, you’ll understand. Actually, you’ll be amazed. As amazed as I’ve been these past few days. Please, Devin.”
Her eyes glistened on the last words and a slight tremor shook her angular chin. After a slow sigh, I clasped my hands together and rolled my lips. The shivers slid from me and my heart calmed. To this day, I have no clue why. Yet. Something in the lilt of her voice, perhaps? Or the sudden sparkles in those emerald pools?
No matter, when I nodded, to say Rachel’s face lit up would be an understatement. A beaming smile erupted across her before she looked towards the hotel entrance. “Thanks, Devin. I have to go. Another long day of keeping my husband out of bankruptcy.”
With that, Rachel gulped her coffee and stood before once more, giving me that strange expression. Eyes sparkling, a tremor slid through her lower lip. For a split second, I thought she would bend to kiss me. Again, I didn’t know why, but ... With a sigh, she straightened her suit, flashed me a quick, but warm, grin and turned away.
Along with several others who looked up at her click-clacking heels, Rachel’s shapely form mesmerized me as she headed from the hotel to slip into her husband’s car. As it drove off, a huge blast of thunder sent shudders through the building; the lights flickered. Heavier now, the rain continued to bombard the darkened windows as only a Florida storm can.
After settling into the chair, I sipped my coffee while glancing at my phone, debating whether to tell Sandy about dinner. After a long sigh, I put it away. It was only a meal. And Rachel’s husband would be there. Just friends? At least she received benefits. As I stared at the hand that had ... That she’d shoved into her shorts, I let a chuckle slide from my lips. At first, I gazed at that same sentence in the book on my tablet for the millionth time. But, with another sigh, I closed it, opened my story, and typed.
At the sound of clacking heels, Mark looked up from reading the news on his tablet to spy the pasty man; his loud, obnoxious voice already echoing across the lobby as he yelled into his phone. Behind him, his trophy wife loomed into view atop black high-heeled sandals. Brushed out and curled at the ends, her long, dark brown hair bounced along her shoulders as she strutted. She wore a tiny navy blue skirt that swished as she moved, and a short-sleeved, wide-collared ivory blouse taut across her wobbling chest, with, of course, a daring neckline.
As they paused to gape at the pelting raindrops sheering across the windows, a peal of thunder shook the hotel. The lights flickered as the husband covered the phone and said something to his wife. Mark smiled and gulped the rest of the coffee while the pale man pulled up his collar, shoved his phone in his pocket and stomped into the rain.
Just as she clacked into the glass-enclosed entry area, Mark took out his phone. For the briefest of seconds, his fingers hovered. His gaze returned to the trophy wife, swaying on her heels as she rolled her shiny lips and looked around the empty lobby. Since he sat in a high, wing-backed chair in an alcove off the little breakfast space, she missed him.
While scanning her lithe frame, the memories of it sliding beneath him and clenching him sent a wondrous shudder through his core. However, with a shake of his head, Mark admitted two things. One, this was wrong. Flashes of his ex-wife sent pain stumbling across him. That ache had pulled the glare from him as he’d dumped the poor woman off his slick hand into her room. That was unfair to her. She wasn’t his ex.
And two, Mark’s smile returned as his chest swelled ... Two...
“I don’t give a fuck if it’s wrong,” he mumbled as his eyes narrowed.
This was the most fun he’d had in years. After all that time wasted being loyal to a deceiving woman. Payback? No, she was different, this one. She had a story. Maybe several. And, who knows, if she really was a trophy wife...? Well, Mark had money. Plenty of cold hard cash she could bathe in if she wanted.
With a chuckle, he bent and typed.
You look ravishing this morning.
When her eyes flicked to her brown purse, Mark chuckled once more under his breath. Fun. So much fun. After setting the purse on a luggage cart, she retrieved her phone. Eyes widening, in a swirl of auburn tresses, her head flew upwards to scan the lobby before discovering him. With a smile, he nodded. She rolled her glossy lips.
Take off your bra.
As he typed, he swallowed, air caught in his throat. Probably too much. Her husband was just outside. This was just a bit of fun before she departed. She wouldn’t actually...
After glancing around, still facing him, she dropped her phone atop her purse and lifted her hands to the center of her back.
Oh, damn! She would.
Even from the other side of the lobby, Mark could see her chin trembling as her hands came away and the front of her blouse shifted downwards. After another scan of the area, one hand slipped into a sleeve before pulling a tan, lace-trimmed strap out in her fingers. After a lengthy exhale, she repeated the maneuver with the other sleeve and tugged her tawny lace bra free. With her unrestrained chest wobbling beneath the thin blouse, he could make out her dark areolas and darker, protruding nipples.
Absolutely Beautiful.
With her cheeks reddening, a smile slipped onto her face as she read his message while folding and placing the bra on her purse. After only a quick glance down at her blouse, she returned to Mark. How much fun could she handle? Swallowing a chuckle, Mark looked from her to his screen and typed another message.
Now the panties.
As she glanced at her phone, her jaw slid downwards and her gaze flashed around the lobby. Yeh, that had been a bit too much. Oh well...
Her hands slid under her skirt, raising the hem on her wrists as her fingers pushed towards her waist. Every muscle in Mark tightened; no air moved into his frozen lungs. Her eyes locked on his; her hands shifted downward. The skirt once more dropped into place as she tugged the rolled buff lace down her trembling thighs. With a shimmy, they dropped down her shapely legs to pool at her quivering heels.
She was fucking amazing. Absolutely fucking amazing.
Even as the headlights of her husband’s car approached in the distance, Mark surged from the chair and marched towards her while buttoning his jacket. After halting before her, she swayed under his gaze, lips parted, eyes wide and pleading. Seeping through her expensive delicate perfume, the syrupy scent of—her tickled his flaring nostrils. Every muscle in her was tense.
Mark held out his palm. After hooking her panties with the toe of a stiletto, she lifted it to draw away the rolled lace. With a gulp, she placed the soaked material in his hand. Mark smiled and glanced at her bra. Without a word, the woman retrieved it and placed that atop her panties. While he tucked them into his pocket, a breeze fluttered her skirt. Though a tremor raced through her, she didn’t move a muscle. Even her white-rimmed eyes remained unblinking as he again broadened his smile.
Those eyes—gleaming with hunger. They said everything her trembling lips wanted to say. They pleaded. One touch. Just a nudge. Was all she craved. Mark leaned in and swayed his jacket across her satin-covered stems. That got her to blink as her teeth dug deep into her trembling lower lip to muffle her soft whimper.
Just as her husband’s car pulled to a stop, Mark nodded and turned from her. As he headed for his chair, the erratic click clack of her first few steps echoed before the doors slid open and the rapid footfalls disappeared amidst the pattering of large raindrops. By the time he again sat and picked up his tablet, he was laughing aloud.
Now, that. That had been fun. Pure delight. So, wrong or not, what was the harm?
With a smile on my face, I raised my eyebrows. Mark had a clearer conscience than me, that was for sure. Of course, that was why I wrote fiction. Enough, but not nearly as much, morality as the real world. Because the real world was fucking complicated.
Hmm, complicated. With a lengthy exhale, I pasted the words into my text app. Should I? I mean, Rachel had just told me in no uncertain terms how she’d enjoyed her time with me. Which included my crappy scribblings.
As I stood, I tapped “Send,” before heading to my room to finish reading.
Since the rain had continued to pummel the area all day, I chewed through another pulpy sci-fi book and sketched an outline for my next story. That evening, though I’d arrived on time at the restaurant’s lobby entrance, Rachel and her husband were running late. As such, I sat on a bench along the dark-wooden wall to wait.
The good news was, just as I walked from the elevators, the last drops spattered against the windows. So now, as I waited, russet, purple and yellow-streaked clouds departed to reveal the setting sun. The deep purples and myriad shades of orange were magnificent, lighting the surrounding lobby while I leaned against the wooden bench. With a sigh, I spared a quick glance at my phone. Text Sandy about meeting Rachel and Greg for dinner, or not?
With a swift shake of my head, I slipped the phone into my coat pocket, just as the telltale click clack of heels resounded across the lobby. When I looked up, my heart froze. My everything froze. The universe froze. Rachel, clad in a form-fitting, shiny red dress, strode towards the restaurant entrance. Both the dress’s plunging neckline and mid-thigh length stole my breath away. After managing a loud gulp, I ran my finger along my collar as I stumbled to my feet.
As soon as she spotted me, Rachel flashed that brilliant smile, and my heart unfroze. The whirling room blurred as blood rushed into my ears. And other places. Before sashaying past the hostess towards me, Rachel turned to call over her shoulder.
Once he was closer, I scanned the man appearing beyond her.
My jaw dropped as my eyebrows leaped upwards. Now, my heart really hammered; heat flared up my cheeks. At my stunned expression, Rachel, green eyes sparkling, hid a chuckle with her hand and followed the hostess, trailed by me, into the dimly lit dining room. Draped in gold-trimmed crimson tablecloths and lit by hanging stained glass chandeliers, small tables dotted the room. Along the large room’s dark-paneled walls, deep-red cushioned booths were similarly appointed.
Behind her, the man, I presumed her husband, Greg, was the spitting image of Al, Jenna’s husband. Somehow? I’d never met the guy. Nor seen him. Not once. My eyes flicked to Rachel, then back to him as he yelled into a phone glued to his ear. Distracted, he swayed around at the last minute to miss tables, chairs, and patrons.
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