Casey sat down on the sofa in the living area of the suite. It was almost six o'clock. Forty-five minutes had passed since they'd last spoken and she wondered what exactly was keeping Jordan. She thought maybe he had run into a friend downstairs in the lobby, or maybe, after hearing his wife's voice on the phone, his conscience got the upper hand and he went home to his family.
Casey's mind was going 80 miles an hour with all of the possible things that could explain Jordan's delay. However, two minutes later she heard a brief knock on the door.
Her heart was beating so hard that she thought surely everyone on her floor could hear it. She looked in the mirror above the sofa, fussed with her hair, did a boob- lift adjustment of her bra, straightened her blouse, then rubbed her sweaty palms over the back of her pants.
She called out impulsively "Who is it?" then cursed herself silently for being so stupid to think that anyone else but him would be knocking on her door.
She heard a comical reply from him, "Housekeeping" he said, using a foreign accent.
She opened the door giggling-- and there he stood all 6 feet 1 inches of him. His hair had a wind blown look to it, where he had ran his hands nervously through it a few times, but the effect only made him more handsome. The look he wore, Casey would come to know, was his poker face. A cute dimpled grin and pronounced chin that showed the world how tough he was but yet underneath she would find out was just a facade.
She moved away from the door to invite him in and he walked in front of her as she closed the door behind him.
Jordan eyed the sofa and made a step towards it. He sat down and Casey joined him sitting down on the other end. They eased into a conversation about their pasts, where they had grown up, parents and siblings.
Casey suddenly blurted out to him, "Jordan, I'm not really sure I understand just what is going on here, and it would probably help if you could just come right out and tell me what it is you are looking for out of me?"
Jordan looked down and frowned. "Casey, have you ever been tired? Tired of waking up and struggling everyday and getting the same results?"
Casey didn't quite understand what he was trying to get across to her. "Are you saying that the life you have of marriage, kids, house, cars, work, are all routine for you?" she asked.
"Basically, Yes, it's all become so mundane. Have you ever just wanted to escape reality for a while?" Jordan said.
"Well, I'm sure I have, but what does that have to do with us meeting and now here in my room?" Casey replied.
Jordan looked towards the glass doors leading out to the veranda then spoke;
"I'm miserable, there doesn't seem to be anything left of my marriage but a deep respect and responsibility towards raising our sons together."
"I don't think I am ready to just leave the marriage, but I know I'm not happy, I don't think she's happy and yet I don't know what to do to fix it."
"I've managed everything in our family, my wife never had to do anything as far as that regard, I don't think she could manage life if I left."
Casey interrupted him, "Jordan, Do you think if we have an affair it would change life for you at home?" "Are you trying to use me as an escape?"
Jordan leaned further into the sofa cushions then said, "I'm not using anyone, I just need to feel that I'm wanted, I want to feel that I matter."
Casey pondered over what he had said. She had longed for that very same thing herself these last few years. To have someone care about her, to be the most important thing to them and it show in their actions and not just words.
She reached out and took his hand and kissed the inside of his palm. Jordan watched as Casey went to the floor on her hands and knees in front of him on the sofa. She placed her hands on either side of Jordan's lap and looked up at him.
Smiling gently she said, "I am here for you Jordan, in whatever capacity you need me to be. For as long as you want me."
Casey then reached out to Jordan's belt and began to loosen it. Jordan stretched a bit back so that she could have easier access.
Casey's mind was reeling. She didn't have a clue what in the world she was doing, but it felt right and she continued.
After getting the belt undone, she stood up and motioned for Jordan to follow her to her bedroom. Before she disappeared ahead of him into the room, she took off her shoes, and unzipped her slacks off seductively.
Jordan excitedly followed Casey into the bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes and socks. Casey by this time had undressed to just her panties and bra. She walked to where Jordan was sitting on the bed and stood in front of him. Jordan reached up around to the back of Casey and unfastened her bra. Casey let it fall to the floor and he reached out and caressed her breasts with both hands. He leaned in to her and with his tongue reached out to entice a nipple into erectness.
Casey backed away from him smiling, she pushed her panties down her thighs and then stepped out of them. She walked to the right side of the bed, pulled the covers back and slipped in between the sheets beckoning for him to follow suit.
Jordan got completely undressed and Casey couldn't help but notice the effect her seduction scene was having on him. He went to the left side of the bed and crawled in beside her. Once situated comfortably on his back, Casey leaned towards him and put her hand down to his chest. She traced a fingernail down his belly and then grasped his cock in her hand. She held him firmly and felt him stiffen even more as she lowered her mouth to him. She heard him moan as her mouth sucked and tongued every inch of him. She became lost in what she was doing and felt warmness between her legs.
Jordan with his eyes closed, began to thrust a little with urgency for what Casey was doing to him. He resisted the urge to explode in her wet, hot, mouth and tried to think of any devoid thoughts that could delay him from ejaculation.
When he couldn't stand anymore, Jordan pushed her back against the bed. It was his turn, and as he positioned himself above her, he noticed the look in Casey's eyes, a look of pure lust. He eagerly reached his fingers into her sex and found her creamingly wet. He then plunged himself into her and she screamed out in pleasure.
Watching her grip the sheet in her fists, Jordan thrusted harder into Casey. She moved her hips to meet him and looked into his eyes hungrily.
Jordan suddenly grabbed Casey's legs forcefully and turned her over with her face pressed up against the pillow. He grabbed her hips towards him preparing to mount her like a wild animal.
Casey was so excited that Jordan could see her engorged pussy. His cock hardened at the sight of her womanhood up in the air just waiting to be filled with him. He got his knees positioned between her and ground himself into her. He saw her bury her face in the pillow in pleasure and he continued his quest.
As his excitement got stronger and stronger, Jordan knew that he had to have release. One final thrust and he felt himself shudder. Casey felt him shaking and the walls of her pussy tightened as she felt every drop release from his body.
After he regained composure, Jordan leaned and fell to his side of the bed. Casey turned over on her back, gasping for breath and totally wore out.
After a long silent while, Jordan put a hand out and Casey reached for it.
A simple act of such, a symbol of gratitude, respect, and understanding clearly passing from one to the other.
TO BE CONTINUED...8
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