Passion desire Lust

The next morning when I woke up I had the guilt trip of my life. I couldn’t blame it on booze since I hadn’t drunk that much. I couldn’t blame it on anything really, apart from suddenly becoming very horny. I lay there thinking about what I would say to Damon when I saw him. Should I play it casually or should I tell him what I felt? And what did I feel? Love? Not likely. Attraction? Yes, defiantly I did feel an attraction, on the simplest level, sexual attraction. As I lay there thinking I realized I never touched his cock the previous night or his body. He had kept his jacket on and when it was over I had left. I eventually got up and readied myself for the day. The alarm clock on the nightstand said it was only seven-thirty in the morning. When I left the room, I was dressed in a pair of Lycra shorts, and a big T-shirt. My blonde hair was in a ponytail. The seminar began at eight-thirty so I had time for a good breakfast.

To my surprise I didn’t see Damon when I walked into the restaurant. I ordered some coffee and then filled a plate at the buffet. By the time I had finished, he still hadn’t shown up. Maybe he had gone somewhere else for breakfast? Maybe he had gone with his friends.

There were about fifty of us at the seminar, mostly Americans with a sprinkle of Europeans and South Americans. I sat between a German guy and an English woman my age. The instructors taught us about posture, breathing, and everything in between. I got up on stage and was part of an exercise. At twelve we left for lunch and a break and were due back at two. I ate lunch by myself and didn’t see Damon.

He did show up in the afternoon and waved me over to where he was sitting.

“Where were you this morning?” I asked.

“I had to see a client.”

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“He pays me five hundred an hour.”

“Oh, OK.”

We sat in silence and listened to what was being said, and I took some notes. When a new instructor arrived there was a bit of a break and I turned to Damon.

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing special, why?”

I couldn’t help myself, but I grinned like a crazy woman. “I thought, maybe, you know, we could get together.”

“Oh, of course. We can meet in the bar at the same time as yesterday. I’m going out to dinner with some friends, but should be back around ten.”

“Cool, don’t stand me up, OK.”

He took my hand in his and then looked around. When he was sure no one was watching he placed it in his crotch and I felt his cock through the fabric. He let go of me and I held him in my hand. As I did, he began to grow, and grow. My eyes must have opened wide because he said. “Do you like it?”

“Mmm, I do. It’s amazing,” I whispered.

“Well, he is all yours tonight.”

I let go of him before the urge to unzip him and take it out became too strong. The rest of the afternoon was a nightmare. I couldn’t concentrate and every once in a while I tried to sneak my hand across my legs in between his. I wanted to touch him again, but each time he pushed me back, it was infuriating. Eventually, I gave up and he must have noticed me pouting because he leaned in closer. “Sorry, but it is very uncomfortable when I get hard, so I prefer to wait until we can go all the way.”

I gave him a wink and concentrated on the speaker on stage. He was the last of the day and when he had finished some of Damon’s friends came over and he had to leave. I watched him go, and then picked up my notebook and purse. I clutched them close to my chest like a school girl and hurried back to my room.

On my way through the lobby, the German guy who had been sitting next to me in the morning came up and asked if I would have a coffee with him. I thought it would be a good idea to take my mind of Damon and his fat cock for a while.

It turned out that the German, his name was Otto, had been in Reykjavik a few times when he was younger. He had picked up my accent as Icelandic and all he wanted was to get the latest news from back home. We had a wonderful time, talking about Iceland and its history. When it became dark outside I told him I had to leave.

“Ah, yes, you are meeting the black fellow.”

“How did you know?”

“I was sitting two rows behind you in the afternoon and at my age, you can see things others can’t.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, that you like him, and he likes you.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Just a bit of advice.”

“Sure.”

“Remember, once you have tried black, you never go back.”

“How would you know?”

“My wife left me for a black man some ten years ago, I’m over it now, but it hurt a lot back then.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, what could I do against ten inches of cock?”

My mouth dropped and I just stared at him. He grinned at me and said. “It’s OK, you go and have fun.”

I left him at the table and walked across the lobby to the elevators. I felt sorry for him and ashamed at the same time. I was single, but still, was I so easily seduced by a big cock? Yes, I was.