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He was six feet tall, sunset red hair, and eyes that, to this day, remind her of oxodized steel. Watching him walk across the room to sign in, she instantly felt self-conscious about her faded blue jeans, tight white t-shirt, and casual bandana holding back her long, dark hair.
He was twelve years her senior, and married. She was supposed to get married in a couple months...but as she watched him sit down and cast a glance her way, for some reason she knew she wasn't going to. It was more than lust; it was a feeling of knowledge and assurance.
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He'd left his wife. Not for her, but for himself. She merely gave him the courage. With their long talks, she'd left her fiancé and found herself living in her truck and at her cousin's.
One night, he asked her if they could get a motel room for the afternoon. It would only be their second time of doing it on a bed. She, excited of course, agreed immediately. Instead of sex, however, she had a different plan for him.
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Once inside the room, she laid down on the bed with him and smiled, kissing his own smiling lips. Their eyes locked and within moments, she found herself giving away the one thing she'd held on to for so long.
He got up just long enough to shut off the main lights and turn on the bathroom light, so that the room was lesbian video chat with the dimness of lowly-humming halogen. |
