A Little Getaway: A Sherri Polo Adventure

Ch. 11 Undeniable

Sherri's POV:

I sit on the bed in a robe and dry my hair with a towel. She is in a t shirt and just her underwear as she stands in front of bedroom mirror and towel dries her own hair. I can't stop staring at her legs. They are so muscular and sexy. They are one of her most beautiful attributes next to her face and her abs. And her breasts. She has really incredible breasts. And her ass. Good Lord did that woman have a nice ass. I lick my lips and go stand behind her.

"I thought that was going to solve our problem. But, while it did take the edge off, I'm afraid it's not going to be enough," I almost whisper into her ear as my hands go around her waist.

She places her hands over mine, and chuckles. "Masturbation has always taken the edge off, but it doesn't quite... put out the fires. But I will say... watching you do it? Was pretty fucking sexy."

She nuzzles into my neck and lets out a small moan. "Same here," she agrees as she kisses the side of my face and jawline. "I'm not sure I can do this. How many more days do we have here?"

"Three," I say as I lean my head back onto her shoulder as she kisses and licks the sensitive skin of my neck. "But we do have the option of an addition two more days which would take us to Sunday for about 250 dollars more. If we wanted."

"Let me call Kamar," she says letting me go and going to the table to grab her phone.

She sits down and dials the number and waits as it begins ringing.

Sherri's POV:

I dial his number and listen as it begins to ring. After about the third ring it picks up.

"Hello?"

No answer.

"Hello?"

No answer.

"Mama... hola mama."

"Juanito? Hola bebe. ¿donde esta papa?" (John? Hi baby! Where is dad?)

"Mama!"

"Juanito, pon a papa en el telefono. ¿Okay?   ¿donde esta papa?" (John, put dad on the phone. Ok? Where is dad?)

Then I hear her. She is talking to my husband. It sounds like a fairly normal conversation, but then I hear her call him "baby". "Baby, John has your phone...."

"Juanito, dame el teléfono bien? (John, give me the phone okay?) It's probably no one. He's been pretending to call people lately. Hello?"

I can't speak. Who is this bitch? It sure wasn't his hall pass.

"Hello? Sherri? I see it's your number. Do we have a bad connection? Hello?"

Fuck him. I hang up the phone and shove it away from me after I put it on the table.

"Everything okay?" she asks.

"Yeah. Everything is great. I'm staying until Sunday. Fuck him."

"That doesn't sound like everything is great. What happened?"

"I told you: fuck him. And now, fuck me."

Teri's POV:

She stands up and rushes towards me. There is no time to think. Before I can even respond her mouth is on mine. Her hands are in my hair. Down my back. Grabbing my shirt and pulling it up and off. I want to stop her and force her to think about what she's doing but with all the stops and starts this weekend I just can't. I have to have her. Was it fair? I didn't care about fair right now. All I cared about was being with her.

My hands go to her robe and untie it before pulling it off. She is completely naked which makes this so much easier. If I had to actually strip all of her clothes off it would have given me time to think and if I had started to think we would have stopped again. And that is not what either of us wanted. No thinking. Just feeling.

I bring my hands up and take her breasts in my hands. They feel so good as I roll and squeeze and rub them. She brings her hands up and takes my breasts in her hands as well. I gasp out loud as this is the first time she has touched them. We slow down and take our time exploring each other. There's handling and weighing and caressing and pulling and tugging of each other's nipples and gasping and moaning. She begins pushing me back and we stop when the back of my knees touch the bed.

I stare deep into her brown eyes, and I desperately want to ask her if she's sure. But I selfishly can't form the words. I know that if I ask her there is a chance that it will cause her to back down. And I can't have that. Not now. Not when we are this close.

She pushes me down onto the bed so that I am on my back and she stands, with my leg between hers, as she reaches down and tugs my panties off.

"Fuck," I whimper.

She lowers herself down on my thigh and I feel the slick heat of her pussy slide against my skin. She pushes her thigh against me, and I know that she is having the same experience. She grinds against me making sure that her thigh slides against me at the same time.

"Sherri," I moan. This feels so good. She grabs my hands and brings them up over my head and holds them down as she continues to create friction. She arches her back up, adjusting the angle, and it doesn't take long before I can feel my orgasm start to build. Finally, she lets my hands go and reaches for my center.

I cry out as she enters me with two fingers a little roughly, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't love it. She curls her fingers, finding that spot inside that makes me start to tingle. I move and take her with me as I roll us onto our sides. This way I can move my hand down and enter her as well. She gasps as I push two fingers inside her and begin moving them in and out slowly. We both begin to moan and our breathing begins to hitch as we continue to pleasure each other faster and faster and within minutes both of us are cumming together. Her pussy contracts hard and soaks my fingers as I'm pretty sure that she has squirted and it takes me but a few seconds to realize that I have too.

"Fuck," I whisper against her mouth. We press our foreheads together as we try to catch our breath as we come down from our orgasms. Finally she rolls away from me and we lay side by side trying to regulate our breathing. She turns her head to look at me, and I look at her too before looking back up at the ceiling. And finally she simply says: "He was with another woman."