POINT OF VIEW Paige:
Since I saw that email, I have never been the same, Mason let me know that he had a complication with work and would be staying for two days. Needless to say, I didn't believe anything he said. He's staying with Peyton, while I stay home alone working out. I'm getting tired of this being so good, I need to release stress too, so she made the decision to go out tonight, but alone.
I call Emily and ask her to stay with Simba, she doesn't even ask because she just says yes, so I love her. She agrees to come for him in half an hour and I thank her.
When she takes him away, she tells me to enjoy my time without baby, I laugh at her words and see her off at the door. When I'm alone I go straight to take a bath, but one of those relaxing bathtubs that last a long time. Well not so much, I'm terrible at taking showers or baths in cold water, the hotter the better for me.
After the beloved bath I get ready to leave. I haven't heard from Mason since the morning when he told me that he just had a flight tomorrow, that he would arrive at noon.
The first thing I do is go to the movies, yes, the movies. I know, they didn't imagine I would come to this place, but the truth is that I love coming to the movies alone, plus the darkness of the theater is perfect for flirting without them knowing it's you, especially when you tend to be in some tabloid magazine.
I ask for a movie that I don't even know what it's about, I just tell him to give me a ticket for the most popular one, the guy at the box office looks at me like I'm crazy for asking for a ticket like that, without knowing what the movie is about. The truth is that the movie is the least important thing, I'm not interested in watching it, I just want to sit alone and see what happens, there will be a guy who will try to start a conversation with me and that's just what I'm looking for.
I go straight to buy French fries and a drink. Ready with that I enter the room and look for my seat. I check my cell phone in case I have any messages and nothing, I turn it off and put it away.
I look at the screen as if I'm interested in what they are showing, when it's just commercials. It doesn't take five minutes for a guy to sit next to me, and no, it's not like he's making movies for me, because I bought three seats, so he can't say it's his seat. I know, cautious. Anybody who sits next to me, it's not because it's his seat, it's out of interest in me.
He clears his throat and that gives me to understand that he's looking for a way to strike up a conversation, you don't have to be a genius to figure that out, plus he's coming alone. Since no one is sitting next to him.
I wait patiently while I take a drink, in less than two minutes the guy tells me in my ear something direct just the way I want it.
"Do you want to do something more exciting than watching a movie?" I smile mischievously and stand up, taking her hand.
On the outside, I appear to be a cold and strong woman who knows what she wants, but on the inside, I feel like this isn't right. However, my body needs to feel something other than a vibrator. I admit I have one that has given me some of my most pleasurable moments.
But back to the topic. Before leaving the theater, while in the darkest corner, I turn to face him and whisper in his ear, "After today, you don't know me, and I don't know you." The poor guy nods desperately.
I let go of his hand and we make our way to what I believe is his car. If he thinks he's going to impress me, he's mistaken. I have a better and more expensive car. However, I pretend to be surprised and smile. He must be wondering why I'm so calm, knowing that he could recognize me. It's quite simple” I bought contact lenses from an optical store. Now I have black eyes, and my hair is tied up in a bun, concealing its full length.
Who said men are better? Please, we always catch them in their schemes, whereas they never catch us in something like this. We know how to handle things. We think before we act. That's what sets us apart from them. And if we do something like this, it's usually because they did it to us first. Not that it justifies it, although my case is different because this isn't a real marriage, and my husband is with his lover right now.
He parks at a hotel, not the best one, but it doesn't matter. He goes straight to the parking lot. It's clear that he does this often, but I couldn't care less. It's better because he knows how to hide the girls he sleeps with, and for me, that's perfect.
As we exit the car, we head straight to the elevator. I don't question anything; it's not my concern. Before we reach our floor, he corners me against the wall of the elevator and kisses me passionately and with desire. I place my hands on his neck, and he lifts my legs, holding me while he walks, trying to see where he's going.
We enter the hotel room, but we don't even make it past the sofa. We devour each other in the living area of the room.
I feel his lips on my body and the heat rises in me, I begin to lose my shame and ask him for what I need. Not with words, as he kisses my legs at the same time as he moves his hands up looking for my panties, he pulls them off me with a jerk that leaves my skin burning a little. Before he moves, I push his head to my mons Venus, so he does what I want and I don't have to ask him twice, he does it and boy does he do it well. Very well.
When she gets me to climax with just her mouth, she doesn't stop, she continues licking, biting, and blowing. I close my eyes and enjoy this, and boy do I enjoy it.
His hands go up to my breasts and touch them, he plays with my nipples, making me moan and lift my hips seeking more friction from his mouth. I hear him moan as he notices how wet I am, he slips a finger in and pulls it out to bring it to his lips.
"Exquisite," he says.
I don't respond. I didn't come here to talk. I approach him and start removing his clothes while I finish undressing myself. I show confidence in who I am, and it leaves him astonished. He grabs my waist and presses me against the wall, attempting to penetrate me, but I pull away.
"Hold on, cowboy. No hat, no party," I say, reaching into my purse.
I take out a strip of condoms and point to them. He takes one and quickly puts it on. He's just as eager as I am to enter me.
He puts me back against the wall, taking my legs and wrapping them around his waist. With a strong thrust, he enters me fully, causing both of us to release a moan that is a mixture of pain and pleasure. I'm very tight, and luckily this guy is well-endowed.
He kisses my neck while moving, and I use my hands to grab my breasts, offering them to him. He licks and bites them while increasing the pace of his thrusts, becoming faster, more accurate, stronger, and more pleasurable.
It was definitely an excellent idea to go to the movies... To be continued...