Desert Heat, Hidden Desires

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Jennifer begged her husband, “Take me with you,” she pleaded, “I won’t be in the way, I promise!!!” James Cavette, her husband of six months, gently kissed her cheek and whispered softly into her ear, “This trip is strictly business, honey. I’m only going to be gone for five days. And besides, I’ll call you every evening!!!” As tears welled up in her eyes, she watched her husband drive down the street on his way to the airport for his trip to Mexico City. Turning tail and running into the bedroom, she flopped herself down on the bed for a good cry until she was finally overcome with blessed sleep.

Hours later, she opened her eyes to a darkened bedroom. Struggling to get her bearings, she glanced at the clock on the nightstand, which read 3:30 AM. “My goodness, I’ve been out for eight hours!!!” she mumbled groggily. Half-walking and stumbling into the bathroom, she turned on the light and looked at herself in the mirror, remembering that James was gone for the next five days. “You look terrible,” she muttered, stripping off her things to take a shower. “Now get a hold of yourself, he’s only going to be gone for five days!!!” After setting the water temperature to medium hot, she climbed in under the stinging jets and stood motionless as they soothed her aching muscles along with her aching heart. As the water gushed down over her chest and onto her full breasts, her mind drifted back to her wedding night, the first time that James had taken them into his strong hands and gently pinched her nipples. How a man so big and strong could be so gentle with her, caressing and touching her, it was like a fairy tale dream come true! Just thinking of James coming up behind her and cupping them in his hands caused her to gasp softly and automatically take them into her own hands and gently knead her now very erect nipples.

“Oh, James,” she sighed as one hand slid down over her flat belly to her puffy vagina, “oh, James, I love you…………………” The power of her orgasm was such that she had to grab onto the water faucet to keep from falling backwards onto the shower stall floor. After taking several minutes to recuperate on very wobbly legs, Jennifer managed to dry herself off and return to the bedroom where she soon was curled up with a pillow between her thighs and slipping off into a deep restful sleep dreaming about James.

Opening her eyes to a bright shaft of sunlight bursting through her bedroom window, Jennifer rolled over flat on her back as her hands cupped and played with her heavy breasts. Even though she had been a virgin on their wedding night, and they had only been married for six months, Jennifer’s body was now so attuned to the daily orgasms provided by her husband’s large love shaft that the ache she felt inside of her was making her feel close to desperate. As the tension in her vagina built, Jennifer took one of her nipples into her mouth, and while sucking on it greedily, buried three fingers into her overheated love spot resulting in a climax that left her trembling in a post-orgasmic glow, but that still left her feeling that something was missing.

She wandered around the house for the rest of the morning, with little to occupy her mind except that of her missing husband. After eating lunch while standing at the kitchen counter, Jennifer finally gave in to her passion and after grabbing the phone and dialing 411, said to the operator, “Please give me the number for Mex-Air reservations, and please hurry, this is and emergency!!!”

The flight from Chicago to Mexico City was uneventful except for the fact that Jennifer was just about going out of her mind with anticipation of seeing James for the first time in over thirty-six hours. After two glasses of wine followed by a Tom Collins, Jennifer slowly began relaxing, until finally slipping off into a deep, if not restful, sleep. She roused to her senses when a speaker directly over her seat broke out with the message, “This your captain, we will be landing in Mexico City in ten minutes, so everyone please fasten your seat belts!!!” “The temperature in Mexico City is eighty-two degrees and the estimated time of landing is 8:15 central standard time, and thank you again for flying Mex-Air!!!” While shaking the cobwebs out of her head, Jennifer buckled her belt, closed her eyes, and pictured James taking her into his arms and kissing her hello. Thirty minutes later she found herself in front of the terminal hailing a cab for the trip down town, “El Condor,” she told the cabbie while leaning back in her seat and enjoying the ride to the hotel, “Boy is he going to be surprised!!!”

Jennifer waited impatiently at the front desk of the El Condor hotel as the lone clerk checked in a young American couple from Baltimore. When he was finally ready to take care of her, the phone rang and he spent another five minutes speaking in Spanish as if he hadn’t a care in the world. At last he hung up the phone and asked, “Now, how may I help you?” “My husband is staying in your hotel and I need to find out his room number, his name is James Cavette, he’s with the Med-Sure company!!!” The clerk punched a few buttons on the computer and in a few seconds announced, “He is in room 1154, take those elevators to the eleventh floor and turn right!!!”

Jennifer thanked the man and almost in a sprint headed for the elevator. Now standing in front of room 1154, Jennifer barely could control her emotions as she knocked softly on the door. After what seemed to be an eternity, the door swung open, only it wasn’t her husband who was standing before her, it was James’s secretary, Hanna. “W-what are you doing here?” Jennifer stammered to the stunned girl Friday? “Uh, we were just going over tomorrow’s itinerary,” the blonde mumbled while looking over her shoulder to the other side of the room.

Now a fury grew in Jennifer’s gut as she barged in past Anna to confront her two-timing husband, but much to her chagrin, there was James and several Mexican gentlemen seated at a table going over some paperwork. James turned his head, and with his mouth hanging open, shouted, “Jennie, what are you doing here?” Now totally embarrassed by her outburst, she hung her head and replied softly, “I-I just wanted to surprise you, but I see I shouldn’t have come, I’m sorry!!!” James leaped to his feet and put his arms around his shaken spouse and while turning to his Spanish guests offered, “Can we take this up tomorrow?”

After everyone had left and Hanna had returned to her own room, all at once the tears poured from Jennifer’s eyes while she buried her face in her husband’s shoulder. “There, there,” he whispered into her ear, “I shouldn’t have left you at home, I’m sorry, honey, it’s all my fault!!!” “No, it’s my fault,” she replied while wiping the tears from her cheeks, “it’s just that I missed you so much and it’s the first time we’ve ever been apart, and I just couldn’t take being alone…………………..”

After kissing her softly on the mouth, James pulled away and asked, “Would you like something to drink, maybe a glass of wine?” Shaking her head from side to side, she replied softly, “I already had too much to drink on the plane, what I want is you!!!” Seconds later she was totally naked before him, offering her ripe breasts as sort of a peace offering. “Oh, Jennie,” he moaned while burying his face in her huge cleavage, “you know how I can’t resist these, you’ve got me hooked and you know it!!!” “I-I hope so,” she gasped while savoring the feeling of hot tongue on stiff nipple, “just promise me that you’ll always want them!!!” With the tension in her vagina building, Jennifer took one of her nipples into her mouth, and while sucking on it greedily, buried three fingers into her overheated love spot resulting in a climax that left her trembling in a post-orgasmic glow, but that still left her feeling that something was missing.

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