The Pilot... part two of my 7th confession

background: DH and I are usually in frequent contact on my nights out via text messages. For some reason, I had no cell service in the bar for most of the night. I did manage to tell him that I was flirting with eye contact early in the night, and later that I had was talking to The Pilot as the night went on. Poor guy must have gone crazy not hearing from me much!

And speaking of The Pilot…
We walked arm in arm to his truck. He apologized that his truck wasn’t too fancy, and that the bench seat might not be too comfortable. I commented that there was no center console/arm rest to get in the way. He grinned and winked, then said “I like the way you think!” I suggested moving to a corner parking spot away from the main isle (a lesson I learned while with The Italian Kisser). Once in our new location, The Pilot thought it might be a good idea to put the sunshade up in the back window. Smart guy! I knew I was in for some fun now!

We sat very close to each other with his right arm around my waist and my left arm over his shoulder and around his neck. The Pilot pulled me in for a kiss. As our lips and tongues touched I realized how much I had been yearning to kiss him and be kissed. I could feel my heart beating in my chest and a flutter of excitement in my stomach. Our free hands lightly explored each other over our clothes while our lips were locked and our tongues implored one another.

And then he kicked things up a notch. So far, our physical contact consisted only of a handshake, walking arm in arm to the truck, kissing, and minimal petting . All very nice – which is why this next move seemed so bold. The Pilot skillfully used a single hand to unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans and pull his cock out.

I pulled away from the kiss to see it. His cock was very hard, thick, and standing tall, begging for attention. I used the tip of my finger to trace around his bulbed head and then I kissed him again. Next I began to stoke his shaft. His lips parted from mine to let out a groan. A deep, guttural, open-mouthed groan that communicated so much: pleasure, wanton desire, and the fact that it had probably been a while since a woman had touched him there. I liked that I could evoke this reaction from a simple touch. I was enjoying his reaction. I was also enjoying feeling powerful as I thought about how I was the cause of his erection. His groans encouraged me to continue.

We kissed more while my hand continued to slide up and down his cock for a while. When we stopped kissing to catch our breath, I looked down at my hand around his shaft. I noticed that I could barely touch the tips of my fingers around his thickness. His head looked so smooth and large. I wanted it.
“You have a very nice cock,” I told him.
“I want your lips to touch it.”
That was all I needed to hear. I repositioned myself so that I could lower my head to his lap and lick the tip of his cock.
*groan*
I looked up to see his face. His eyes were half closed and his head was tilled back against the seat. He was clearly enjoying what I was doing, which was a compliment to me considering I have just recently worked to refine my blowjob skills.
*more groans*
I opened wider and took his head into my warm mouth. He bucked his hips slightly. I took as much of him in as I could, which wasn’t too much because of his thickness. I knew that I was not ready to let him cum in my mouth, so I alternated between using my mouth and my hand.
“Does this feel good?” I whispered.
“Uh-hu.”
*louder groans*
“How long has it been since a woman touched you like this?” I boldly asked.
“Three months, I think.”
I went back to licking and sucking his dick, but finished him off by hand. His cum pooled on his hip and inside of his jeans.
“Sorry for making a mess,” I said.
He laughed and said, “That’s quite alright.” Then he tucked his cock back into his jeans and pulled himself together.
“I wish I could have put my penis inside of you,” he said.
“I’d like to feel your thick cock fill me up and stretch my pussy sometime,” I whispered. I sat up and straddled one of his thighs. “You’ve made me very wet,” I told him. “Do you want to see?” I asked, but did not wait for his answer as I unzipped my jeans and lowered them along with my panties down to my hips. We kissed as he slid his hands into my black panties, and softly touched me. I ached to feel his finger deeper inside of me, so I wiggled and rubbed myself on his hand until I felt him slip a finger in to feel my juices. I gently bounced up and down, feeling his finger slide in and out. I could tell he was feeling for my clit, but our positions were just not right.
I pulled his hand up to my mouth and licked my wetness off from his finger. He looked at me with a wicked grin and said, “That was hot! Lie back,” he instructed.
I complied.
“Take these off,” he said, tugging at my jeans. I tried to slip my right leg out of the pants, but they got stuck on the heal of my shoe.
“Sexy shoes are not always easy to work with,” I commented as I wiggled my foot out of the strappy sandal and the out of the leg of the pants. I didn’t even have a chance to take the other leg off before The Pilot was spreading my legs open wider as he went down in me.
Now let me just say that this is no easy task in the small cab of a pickup truck. We shifted and repositioned ourselves until we found the right angle, which included my pretty painted toenails pressed against the windshield.
The Pilot ran his tongue up and down my pink folds, and made circles around my clit.
*ahhh*
“You are so wet,” he said. I felt him slide one, then two fingers into my pussy. I think he was earnestly trying to find my G-spot while his face was buried in my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair with one hand, and pushed against the dashboard to brace myself with the other.
*mmm*
I felt a small orgasmic wave shudder through my body.
“I so wish I could do this again, so I could slowly ravage your entire body,” he said.
Without making any promise, I left him know that I’d definitely be interested in meeting him again. I sat up and put my jeans and sexy shoe back on. Then I leaned over and used my thumb to wipe away some of my wetness from his chin, and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. Again he told me how hot I was, and told me how good I smelled. I raised his hand to my mouth again and sucked his damp fingers that had been inside of me. This brought a sexy grin to his lips. I asked him if he thought his friend would be jealous that his date did not end as well. The Pilot laughed. “Tell him he went to the wrong bar,” I said, and that made him laugh more. Then we noticed my toe prints speckled all over his windshield, which made us both smile.

While he drove me to my car he mentioned wanting to see me again. I asked if he was available on a specific night. To my dismay he said that he’d be flying internationally during that time. I jotted down my email address for him and handed it to him as he opened my door for me and walked me the few steps to my car.
“I have a no strings attached attitude about all of this," I casually said.
"I sensed that about you," he replied.
"So here is my email address. You can save it and contact me whenever is good for you, or you can throw it away. It is up to you,” I said.
He kissed me once again and smiled as he said, “Good night, and drive carefully.”

I closed my car door and checked my cell phone. A-ha! I had service again! It was 3:20 a.m. I dialed DH’s number.

“Honey, I am on my way home and I have a story to tell you,” …

The Seducer. . . my 3rd confession

Many months had passed since my last failed mission, and we had moved to a new town. One night, after a busy evening of last minute holiday shopping, I decided to stop for a glass of wine before heading home. DH had found a great bar inside of a hotel not too far from our neighborhood, so I figured I'd go there to unwind. I had no hidden agenda or plan that night - I just wanted to relax before going home.
When I arrived, it was clear that this place was uncommonly quiet. I am sure it was due to the fact that it was mid-week right before Christmas. I sat down, ordered a glass of wine, and lit up a cigarette (yes at this point in my life I kept a hidden stash handy in case the mood struck me). I was one of only a handful of patrons for quite a while before a man sat down a few stools away from me at the bar. We sat parallel and rather unaware of each other for a long time before he initiated a conversation with me. I am not even sure I can remember what small talk we exchanged at first. Then it dawned on me... he was flirting with me! Opportunity was sitting right beside me, I had had been totally clueless! DH texted me to see if I was OK. After all, this had been a chance encounter when all I had planned to do was have a drink, and it was getting late. I returned his message, telling him what was happening while my drinking mate was in the restroom. DH's response?... Have fun, but to come home to tell him all about it.

I began to take note of the stranger's appearance and features. He was older, and kind of reminded me of an actor I had always thought was attractive. At some point I felt the wine go to my head, as I allowed him to move closer and talk seductively to me. I returned his flirtatious advances with coy, breathy responses as I batted my eyelashes at The Seducer. He bought more drinks; I began acting bolder. I learned that he was staying at the hotel while in town for business. We shared that we were both married. He asked what DH would think if he knew that I was spending time with another man. Instead of replying, I showed him the text from DH, to which The Seducer just smiled like the Cheshire Cat. I learned that this would not be The Seducer's first extramarital encounter. In fact, he had been with two women at once in a previous escapade. I was intrigued by his history, and leaned in closer to hear every sexy detail. We exchanged light kisses during breaks in our conversation. He whispered compliments into my ear as he guided my hand to his lap, where I discovered that my charm had aroused The Seducer. WOW! What power I suddenly felt! I could not believe that I could evoke this response just by flirting and exchanging double entendres with The Seducer. Of course, he had made the first move, and done most of the wooing while I willingly joined in. I was also feeling aroused, drunk with power and wine! I am sure that I blushed when I realized that I was being seduced and that he wanted to do more than just talk. It was so late, that the bartender had to ask us to leave so he could close up. We walked out toward the hotel lobby, when The Seducer invited me up to his room. I told him that I was not ready to join him upstairs, but I'd be willing to take a walk around for a little while. He agreed, and we walked for a bit. We found ourselves investigating an area undergoing remodeling. It was to be a swanky ultra lounge, and it was equipped with posh booths and chairs. Once inside, The Seducer backed me against a wall, and proceeded to kiss me with strength and passion. I was taken aback, but enjoyed the kiss and kissed back with eagerness. I could not believe what was happening! I was caught up in a whirlwind of seduction, as his hands moved under my sweater to feel my breasts. I let go of what little inhibition I had left and allowed my hands to explore his body. The Seducer moved me to a chair and knelt before me. We kissed and groped like teenagers. Before I knew it, The Seducer had undone my pants to gain access to my wet and sensitive region. He was kissing my neck and breasts while he stimulated me below the belt. I, in turn, reached down to feel his hardness, which was ready to burst out of his jeans. He unzipped his jeans so that I could pleasure him better. We briefly discussed that fact that neither of us had a condom, so mutual masturbation would have to suffice. I was so caught up in the moment that I was startled when I realized that I was cheating on DH. I allowed myself to get swept back into the heat of passion as The Seducer and I continued to kiss and pleasure each other. When it was all over, and The Seducer had walked me to my car, I felt surprisingly good, yet suddenly guilty, for fooling around with another man.

Feeling dazed and shaky, I drove home. It was very early in the morning, but DH was awake and waiting for me. I was afraid to get too close to DH, for fear that he would regret having given me the idea and permission to explore fantasies with another man. DH later told me that I had a look of fire and fear in my eyes when I got home. He asked me to tell him what happened at the bar. As we had agreed upon, I told him every detail. We had hot, passionate, amazing sex for many nights after my night of extramarital fun. In the days that followed that encounter, I found it hard to concentrate on mundane daily life. My mind often wondered back to the dark room at the hotel where I had allowed another man, a complete stranger, to touch me and bring me to climax.

The Seducer will forever live in my mind, and DH and I talk about him, and that night, when we want to heat things up between the sheets. So much for my average marriage and being a goody-two-shoes... I am an adulteress (with permission) now...

Post Script: Diane Lane portrayed my feelings after that night quite well in the train scene from Unfaithful ...