The Fling

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We opted to go to his room since it was closer. The brief walk there was silent, though my inner voice was screaming at me in my head. "How long had we talked outside? Certainly not enough to justify having sex! But does that matter if we are both consenting adults? Is this my mid-life crisis? Wait...I am far too young for that!"

Shawn used his keycard to open the door and then flicked on the lights. I immediately turned them off again. If that bothered him, he didn't make it obvious. It took every ounce of courage I had to wear a bikini in public, and having my body scrutinized by a hot younger man was not an option.

He strode over to the unmade bed, sat down, and gestured to his lap. "C'mere." I sat sideways on it, my heart pounding in my chest. "Relax, baby. No need to be nervous." He slowly stroked my back which I'm sure he thought would help, but it only made me more anxious. Or excited. It was hard to distinguish between the two heady emotions.

"I-I haven't done this kind of thing in a long time." I meant hooking up with a stranger, but I hadn't had sex in ages, either.

"We can talk for awhile if that'll make it easier."

I actually needed him to stop talking because it was making things harder, so I placed my hands on his razor sharp jaw and kissed him softly on his plump lips. My aesthetician recently suggested collagen for mine, and I was now overcome with regret for not listening to her.

He kissed me back, keeping things gentle for now, which I appreciated. After a few minutes he broke away. "Abigail, I need you to promise me you'll be discreet."

I nodded. "Don't worry. I'm not about to advertise that I fucked someone within an hour of meeting him. It's not really my style."

He looked at me curiously. "Do you know who I am?"

"You're Shawn Mendes. I like your music."

It seemed like he was going to say something, perhaps about how I'd used "like" instead of "love" but then he kissed me again. When his lips parted and our tongues collided, I noticed how minty his mouth tasted. This wasn't a bad thing, but Bert required that we both brush our teeth before sex (which he then used as an excuse not to go down on me), so I was triggered for a split second. I focused on how much different (and superior) Shawn's kisses were to push my ex from my brain.

"You're frowning," Shawn said. Our foreheads were touching, which was sweetly intimate.

"Were your eyes open while we kissed?"

"I opened them for a sec, yeah. If you're not into this, we can stop. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry. A negative thought, completely unrelated to you, went through my head, but I don't want to stop," I told him.

He ran a hand up my arm to my shoulder, hooking a finger under the strap of my bikini top. "Can I take this off?"

"Yes," I breathed.

He pulled one strap down, and then the other, exposing my breasts. "You are so sexy." His right hand cupped one of them, the pad of his thumb grazing over my nipple. Shawn lowered his head and suckled the other, which made me gasp involuntarily. Each swirl of his tongue sent jolts of electricity to my core, and I found myself clutching his broad shoulders for support.

After a bit, he placed his hands on my hips and lifted me so that I was straddling him, and I gasped again as his hard length rubbed against me. Knowing that I'd turned him on was empowering and intoxicating, so I started to grind against his erection.

"I want to taste all of you," he said, his voice rough, "but we both have sessions to attend."

"That's okay. I didn't expect oral." To me, this had become a special treat reserved for birthdays and holidays.

"Baby, I definitely plan to do it, but I can't take my time getting there like I normally would. I'm sorry if I'm rushing."

Things felt like they were moving pretty slow, but this was another thing I had a warped perspective on. When your partner of over ten years was into jackhammering you until he came, followed by a half-assed attempt to get you off with his fingers, you forget that it doesn't have to be that way. "You want to?" I gulped.

His brow furrowed. "Yeah. Is that okay?"

"Yes."

He lifted me off his lap, and we stood facing each other in the dimly lit room. Reaching behind me, he untied my strings and my top fell to the floor. Then he slid his hands down my body to my hips. I thought he was going to pull off my bottoms, but instead he maneuvered me to the mattress and eased me back.

Shawn knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, placing a hand on each knee so that he could push them apart. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch, because this was something I wanted to remember. Who knew when I'd get this lucky again? As he kissed his way up one inner thigh and then down the other, I began to let myself fully enjoy the moment. There was nothing wrong with what we were doing and I was allowed this temporary pleasure.

To show him that I was more than okay with what was happening, I removed my skimpy bottom myself. I'd gotten waxed after I bought my swimwear four days ago, but I had no idea at the time that anyone would actually be seeing the results. I wondered if she removed enough by today's standards, since I only asked to be cleaned up so that no stray hairs escaped my bikini line. She'd trimmed me, too, and following years of sporting a lot of bush, it felt odd to be so manicured.

Shawn looked up at me after admiring what I'd revealed and licked his lips. My heart did a flip flop in my chest, and I waited for him to proceed. Instead of diving in, he peppered kisses along the crease of my thighs, avoiding the area I wanted his mouth on. Was he toying with me intentionally? I thought he was going to go further after he hooked my legs over his shoulders, but he only used his fingers to stroke my wet folds. I needed his tongue on me or his fingers inside me. It felt like it was taking him forever, and if this was rushing things, then what was he normally like?

"You're squirming, baby," he said huskily.

"Because you're being a tease."

"Tell me what you want. I'll do whatever you ask."

Jesus Christ. Was this what most men were like? Did they focus on their partner's pleasure? "I want your mouth on me."

He kissed my thigh. "Like this?"

"No."

Lifting my leg, he licked behind my knee. "Is this better?"

"No!" I then grabbed his curls and tugged his face close to my core. "Please?" I whimpered.

His eyes grew dark, then, in an instant, his mouth was buried between my legs, and I cried out from relief as his lips made contact with my inner labia. One of my hands was still holding onto his hair while the other grasped the bedspread. When his tongue flicked over my engorged clit, I began to shake, but he held me steady by grabbing my hips and pressing them into the bed.

Never in my life had I been hoisted onto the edge of an orgasm so quickly, and I almost felt ashamed of how fast I was responding to the tongue-lashing he was giving me. "Shawn," I breathed, "I think I'm going to-"

That's when he changed things up. Mimicking how'd he'd expertly mouthed my nipples, he wrapped his lips around my most sensitive nub and applied suction, which pushed me over the precipice. I literally felt like I was spiraling downward through a tunnel of euphoria as wave after wave of ecstasy filled me.