Stevie fell back into the bedcovers when she heard the door of her hotel suite shutting behind him. A deep breath escaped her lips when she dramatically covered her face with her hands.
It had happened. It had actually happened. She and Lindsey had fucked. And not only once. No, they had spent a whole night together and it had been fucking fantastic! But most importantly, it could never happen again!
She closed her eyes, thoughts racing through her head. What had they done?! They had given in. After 18 years of fighting it, after 18 years of doing her best to not run into his suite and literally rip his clothes off his body, it had just happened. Here, in her suite, with both of them in their mid-sixties. It was unbelievable! All the sexual tension that had built up between them during the years, whether it been on stage, in the studio or even on those rare occasions when they had seen each other privately, it had finally exploded and left them with nothing but pure lust and insatiable hunger for each other.
Stevie just couldn't believe how hungry he had been for her, that she was still (after all these years) capable of turning him on like that. His kisses had been fiery and passionate, his hands strong and soft at the same time, their rhythm so familiar and sensual... The thought itself, made her quiver in excitement.
She knew there was no way that this could ever happen again but knowing that this had been the very last time they'd ever share a bed as lovers was killing her. Now, that she had once again tasted the forbidden fruit of their passionate love affair, she had no idea how to go on without it. Lindsey had only been gone for about two minutes and she was already craving him again. If he hadn't put a hold on it, hadn't left her bed this morning, no way she would have made him stop! How on earth was this going to work?! Just friends?! She swallowed hard – this was going to be a tough job!
Another thought that was occupying her was the fear that she was going to end up all alone. Even though, she always said she wasn't feeling lonely, loved being independent and doing whatever she liked without considering another person, she secretly hated going to bed all by herself every night, being the one that was always without a date on a party and went on vacations only with her girlfriends...
She shook eagerly her head. Don't start thinking about it, she reminded herself, when she felt tears flooding her eyes. Tears of loneliness, tears that she only seldom let come up when she was all alone at night and her bed seemed far too big for her and the nights too long and cold.
Somehow, she managed to get out of bed and went to take a shower. She could smell him everywhere. His perfume was all over her body, her hair, her clothes, the bedhseets - and although it drove her insane, she loved it. She loved having the evidence that this night had really happened literally hanging in the air for everybody to smell.
The hot water ran down her bare skin and she closed her eyes and lifted her head up so the warm liquid was directly splashing in her face. If she kept her eyes closed, if she only shut out reality for a moment, the hot water dripping down her skin felt like him, like his fingertips, his warm tongue licking her body..
Automatically, a shiver ran down her spine. She had not brushed her teeth yet and she could even still taste him in her mouth. Gosh, this was pure torture! He was only down the hall, not even gone for half an hour, and she was already going crazy!
She knew it had something to do with her not regularly having sex for the past fifteen years and now that she finally had had some, she couldn't imagine going without it anymore! There had been some guys along the way, a few one-night stands, some affairs even – but nothing serious, nothing that had made her heart beat in excitement or had left a tingling sensation in her body. But with Lindsey it had always been different. He could read her like a book. He knew her body inside and out, her desires, her fantasies, what she liked, what she didn't like, whether it was in bed or food or music or art or anything! He knew her.
But what did those thoughts even mean? Did she still loved him? Of course, she did. She knew him since they had been teenagers, he had always been a big part of her life but did she really love him, like being in love with him?! She couldn't answer this question! And more importantly, she couldn't fall in love with Lindsey again! They had made it clear that this had been an one time thing! Nothing more.
Get him out of your head, she said to herself and watched her wet reflection in the steamy bathroom mirror, her hair hanging down her head in long, damp, curly strands. But that was easier said than done.
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When Lindsey came back into his hotel suite he saw his phone on his nightstand eagerly flashing. Ten missed calls and seven unread messages from Kristen. He felt his stomach turning. Was this really happening right now?!
He braced himself and went through her messages which were full of where-are-you's and call-me-back's. He took a deep breath and dialed her number, secretly fearing that his wife might have already found out what he and Stevie had been doing last night.
"Lindsey?"
"Y-yes?", Lindsey stuttered.
Pull yourself together, damn it, if she doesn't know already, your pathetic voice will definitely do it, he thought to himself.
"Finally! Where have you been?! I've been trying to call you for hours!"
"I'm sorry, honey. I left my phone on the nightstand, had it on vibrate, and went out with the guys. Perhaps had a few drinks too much..", he chuckled and tried hard to sound as normally as possible.
"Oh, well, anyway. Umm, why I've been calling, Leelee's final class trip is in one week, I haven't found the papers yet, have you signed them and paid the remaining sum? I think there were about 200$ missing."
"Ummm... I.. Let me think about it.."
"Lindsey please, get your shit together! This is important! You're away most of the time, I do everything on my own here, could you at least remember one single thing, please?!", Kristen's voice sounded stressed out, "NO STELLA, YOU CANNOT TALK TO DADDY RIGHT NOW!"
"Shhhh Kristen, please, calm down. Don't scream at her, she doesn't-"
"Don't tell me what to do! I'm always alone with everything here! Now, please, would you tell me about Leelee's class trip?!"
"I'm pretty sure Lee gave me the papers last week before I left again. I paid it."
I pay everything anyway, he thought then and rolled his eyes, ignoring her snappy comment from before.
"Fine. Thanks.", Kristen said.
"Can I talk to the kids, though?"
"Sure. But they're all out except for Stella."
"Umm, okay. Well, could you get her on the phone, please?"
"Dad? Daddy?"
"Hey sweet girl!", he laughed when he heard Stella's voice babbling on the other end, "How are you?"
Another twenty minutes of talking about school, friends and horses later, Stella hung up and left him alone with his thoughts and for the first time he could actually think about what had happened last night. With Stevie.
We fucked, he let that thought sink in, and sat down on his bed. Holy shit, and it was amazing! Oh God, don't think like that, you're not supposed to even think that! You're married, you have three kids! It was amazing, though.
He fell down onto the bed and covered his face with his hands. And his fingers smelled like her. Stevie's forbidden, sensual scent of her most private parts was still all over his hands from touching her down there the whole night. At first, he quickly descended his hands to get them out of his face but then he slowly returned his right hand and sniffed carefully. His eyes closed as her infatuating scent fulfilled his nose. She was intoxicating, her odor absolutely incredible. And soon, pictures of her flashed before his eyes. Pictures of Stevie. Of her standing naked in front of the full-length mirror with him standing behind her and touching her soft skin, of her lying underneath him panting in excitement, of her spread legs and the warm, wet pulsating center between them waiting for him to get pleasured, of her touching him, of him entering her for the first time, of her crying out his name in ecstasy when she came for him again and again and again...
Oh God! A quick look down his body showed him that he was already reacting to those flashbacks. A painful errection twitching in his sweatpants.
He knew, if he now got up and released himself, the only woman he could jerk off to was Stevie. And there was no way, he'd do this now. It would make him feel like cheating on his wife once again. So instead, he went for an icecold shower, clenching his teeth to not cry out in horror.