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PART 2: This is the continuation of my series about Lisa Henderson, curvy redhead married former nurse turned tech sales woman with a fondness for anal and cheating on her husband.
The interior of the Hotel Cullen was a chilled and welcome refuge from the sticky Houston air. Houston in June is always sticky, and Lisa Henderson found herself as close to her element as she could be in the oppressive humidity: a dimly lit hotel bar sipping on a vodka soda with lime.
It was a Wednesday and so the crowd was sparse; which she preferred. She was 36; soon to be 37. Her wild party days from college were long behind her. It had been ages since she had gone to a rager; she preferred now a much more intimate scene. Not that she didn’t know how to party when the occasion called for it, of course.
She brushed her fiery red hair out of her face and lifted the straw to her lips, her freckled hands stirring the ice cube as she finished her sip.
Her husband, Dr. Carl Henderson, had remained back in their posh suburban Austin home in Round Rock. Tyler, her son, being looked after by her younger sister Mary Ann.
Lisa was in a celebratory mood. She wasn’t in Houston for pleasure (few people find themselves in Houston for pleasure) but rather business. The sales meeting had gone well and she was able to secure a contract with a prominent refinery in the area. Not the biggest score ever, but with alphaData looking to expand into new markets, it was still an impressive win.
Now, in a tight pencil skirt that hugged her wide hips and ample ass, paired with a white blouse strategically unbuttoned to reveal her plunging deep cleavage between her large breasts, she was in the mood for a little fun. Her night with Tom, a younger sales rep from the company, was in the rearview mirror, and away on a business trip was the perfect time for some extra-curricular activities.
Lisa’s emerald eyes sparkled as she sipped her vodka soda, savoring the cool burn down her throat. She was halfway through contemplating whether the bartender was worth the effort when a deep, confident voice broke through her thoughts.
“Has anyone ever told you that you look like Christina Hendricks?”
She turned toward the source–a sharply dressed man in a tailored charcoal suit that fit him a little too perfectly. He must have been around 40 or so, his dark hair was slicked back just shy of sleazy, and his cocky grin practically dripped with practiced charm.
Lisa smirked, already entertained. “All the time. Also Bryce Dallas Howard and the chick from Outlander. I should be president of the Big Tits Big Ass Ginger Club.”
He let out a low chuckle, eyes unabashedly taking in her curves. “I can see why.”
Lisa swirled the ice in her glass thoughtfully. “Though,” she added, leaning forward just enough to give him a more generous view of her cleavage, “I’ve got a better ass than all of them.”
His brow lifted with intrigue, eyes gleaming with a challenge. “Can’t say I can confirm that…you’re still sitting down.”
Lisa tilted her head, her lips curling into a wicked grin. “Buy me a drink, and maybe I’ll stand up for you.”
Without missing a beat, he signaled the bartender. “Another vodka soda for the lady–and a bourbon neat for me.”
As the drinks arrived, Lisa rose slowly, letting the tight confines of her pencil skirt hug every delicious curve of her hips and ass. She adjusted her posture with an exaggerated arch, pretending to smooth her skirt while offering him an unrepentant view.
Derek’s breath hitched just a fraction–enough for Lisa to notice. “Damn,” he murmured appreciatively. “You weren’t lying.”
Lisa sat back down with practiced grace, crossing her legs deliberately, her heel lightly grazing his shin beneath the bar. “I never lie, Mr…?”
“Derek Evans. Criminal defense.” He extended a hand.
She accepted, her grip firm but lingering just long enough to make an impression. “Mrs. Lisa Henderson. Technology sales.” she said in a mock-serious tone, her eyes narrowing and her voice a few octaves deeper than normal.
Derek smiled his toothy grin. Lisa liked his smile. Her fingers toyed with the rim of her glass as she settled deeper into the barstool, watching Derek with playful intensity.
“Mrs. Huh? Married?”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t talk.”
He smiled again. The warm, low light of the bar softened the edges of his sharp, angular features, giving him a roguish appeal. His tailored suit jacket stretched across broad shoulders, and she caught herself admiring how the crisp fabric seemed almost sculpted to his chest. He exuded practiced confidence–too polished to be accidental.
“Okay. Let’s talk.”
“So, criminal defense,” Lisa mused, tracing the condensation on her glass. “Must be a wild ride.”
Derek smirked, swirling the amber liquid in his bourbon glass. “Some days it’s courtroom theatrics. Other days it’s long nights. Like tonight. Working on a case, so I’m staying here.” His gaze lingered just a moment too long on her exposed collarbone where her blouse dipped provocatively. bağcılar escort The freckles across her tits looked like constellations. “You know how it is–late hours, impossible schedules.”
Lisa chuckled. “Tell me about it. Carl–my husband–works nights at the hospital. Keeps us comfortable but leaves me…unsupervised.” Her lips curled into a knowing smirk as she held his gaze. “You?”
“My wife’s an ER doc,” Derek said, loosening his tie with a practiced flick. “Crazy hours. Our kid’s in private school, and tuition doesn’t pay itself.” His eyes sparkled. “Staying late tonight…figured I’d make the best of it.”
Their glasses clinked in a silent toast to mutual understanding.
“Sales, huh?” Derek leaned closer, resting his forearm on the bar. “How’d you end up in that after nursing?”
Lisa shrugged, her fingers idly twisting her wedding ring before letting it rest. “Turns out convincing people to sign million-dollar contracts isn’t that different from convincing stubborn patients to take their meds.”
Derek laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made his sharp features soften. “I can see that. You’ve got that…persuasive vibe.”
Lisa arched her brow. “Careful, counselor. Compliments might be admissible evidence.”
He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “I only state facts.”
They lapsed into an easy rhythm, trading stories about chaotic workplaces, stubborn clients, and impossible bosses. They found a booth away from the bar where they were afforded a bit more privacy. Lisa relaxed in his company, letting herself enjoy the banter. It felt easy.
“So, Texas State?” Lisa asked, her curiosity piqued. “What year?”
“Class of ’07,” Derek answered. “You?”
“’06,” she said, eyes widening with recognition. “Small world.”
Derek’s grin widened. “Did you ever hit that old theater downtown for dollar-movie night?”
Lisa gasped dramatically. “Of course! That’s where I saw Dodgeball for the first time!”
He laughed. “If you can dodge a wrench…”
“You can dodge a ball!” they said in unison, dissolving into shared laughter.
Lisa leaned closer, her hand brushing his as she reached for her drink. “I bet you thought you were Vince Vaughn.”
“And you thought you were Christine Taylor.”
Lisa smirked, tilting her head. “Maybe. I always liked a man who could handle himself in a fight.”
Derek’s gaze darkened just a fraction. “I’m good at…negotiating.”
Their fingers lingered where they touched. Her breath hitched–just enough for Derek to notice.
“I bet you were one of those pre-law kids walking around in those cheap suits from JC Penny’s and their briefcases, acting like you were so much better than the rest of us.”
Derek smiled, staring into her glistening emerald eyes.
“You got my number, ma’am. Mock trial champ, thank you very much. Bet you were one of those pre nursing majors walking around in those pink scrubs.”
“You’re right about pre-nursing but not the scrubs. The sorority I was in would never let me be caught dead in those scrubs.”
“Oh? A sorority girl. Can’t say I’m all that surprised.”
“Hah. Yeah. Perhaps you’re familiar with our work.”
Derek shot her a look of confusion.
“Ever see Snow White and the Seven Dwarves?” Lisa asked, leaning her head in forward and raising an eyebrow.
A look of realization came across Derek’s face.
“Oh my god you’re one of the girls that streaked across the field that game!”
She laughed. “I was Grumpy.”
Derek’s eyes managed to widen even more as he placed his palm against his forehead.
“”Holy shit… I remember that! Half the student section lost their minds.” He shakes his head, smirking. “Filed that away in the spank bank for years”
Lisa crossed her arms in pride. “Glad I could help. Public service and all.”
“You ladies had a reputation.”
Lisa knew, but wanted to hear him say it.
“Oh? What was that?”
“You guys were the slutty house.”
Lisa laughed, tossing her fiery hair over her shoulder, unbothered by Derek’s bold assessment. She met his gaze with playful defiance, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smirk.
“Slutty? I prefer uninhibited. We believed in school spirit. We boosted morale.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I’m talking to Grumpy. That’s legendary.” His eyes glinted with something darker, more intent. “You were wild back then… what happened?”
Lisa traced the rim of her glass thoughtfully. “Life happened,” she admitted softly. “Nursing school, a kid… marriage. Wild only works when no one’s counting on you to hold everything together.”
“What else did you all get up to?” He leaned in, his voice dropping into something more intimate. “So how uninhibited are we talking?”
Lisa smiled coyly. She was enjoying this. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she took a long, deliberate sip of her drink, letting the pause stretch just enough to tease. “I got around; a lot.”
Derek groaned softly, his voice rougher now. “And bahçelievler escort somehow… I missed all of this?”
Lisa’s gaze sparkled with amusement. “You were probably too busy playing lawyer boy in mock trial.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “God, if I’d known I would have left the library.”
Lisa shook her head and grinned. “Tsk tsk tsk; such a try-hard… walking around campus in those wrinkled button-downs, acting like you were already running for office.”
Derek’s eyes darkened, his voice rougher now. “If I’d known you were that girl we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
Lisa bit her lower lip, her pulse quickening. “You sure? I was… a lot.”
His fingers tightened around his glass, knuckles whitening. “I think I’d have managed.”
She tilted her head, letting the tension stretch. “I don’t know… I was very demanding back then.”
Derek lowered his voice and deliberately said “I can handle demanding.”
Lisa felt a familiar ache coil low in her loins, fanned by the intensity in his voice. She leaned in, her lips just brushing the rim of her glass. “Good to know… shame you missed out.”
His jaw clenched, dark eyes smoldering. “Who says I missed anything…?”
The air between them snapped taut, every glance, every flick of her tongue over her lip sharpening the edge of temptation. For a moment, the years seemed to peel away, leaving nothing but a shared electricity.
Derek leaned in and grabbed her hand. A direct and deliberate move. Lisa was shocked, but she didn’t pull away. She instead looked at him knowingly. Derek’s thumb traced slow circles over Lisa’s wrist, the touch deceptively innocent but charged with intent. Her breath hitched, mind spinning with possibilities she shouldn’t even be considering. The faint buzz of alcohol dulled her better judgment, leaving only heat and curiosity in its wake.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Lisa said softly and her eyes drifted lazily toward her wedding ring. “We’re both married.”
His jaw tightened, but he didn’t pull away. “I know.” His voice was steady, almost resigned.
She studied him for a long moment, searching for any sign of deceit or recklessness. What she saw instead was understanding.
Lisa gave a half smile. “I like hanging out with you though. I was going to head up and watch Superbad. Classic comfort movie.”
Derek’s lips curled into a smirk. “Great film… Jonah Hill at his peak.” His fingers lingered on hers just a moment longer before reluctantly letting go. “Mind some company?”
The offer hung between them, balanced precariously on the line between innocent and inevitable. Lisa hesitated–just drinks, just a movie.
“No expectations?”
“Just a movie.”
Her pulse thrummed as she rose from the booth, smoothing her skirt with deliberate ease. He followed her toward the elevator, their fingers brushing briefly–a quiet, mutual understanding.
The ride up was silent but far from still. His presence filled the small space, their shoulders brushing as the soft chime signaled her floor.
When the doors slid open, Lisa glanced at him, her expression carefully unreadable. “You coming?”
Derek didn’t hesitate. “Yeah… I’m coming.”
They walked side by side down the quiet hallway, their footsteps muted against the thick carpet. At her door, Lisa fumbled briefly with the keycard before the lock clicked open. She paused in the doorway, looking back at him one last time–offering a final, silent out.
He didn’t take it.
***
They didn’t even make it out of the elevator before all pretenses of Netflix and Chill were thrown out the window. The chime of the elevator went off as they stopped on Lisa’s floor and the doors opened revealing both of them locked in a passionate kiss, tongues deep in each other’s mouths, Derek’s hand squeezing Lisa’s ample buttcheek over her dress as the other ran up and down her back.
The elevator doors slid open, releasing them into the dimly lit hotel hallway. Lisa’s breath came in shallow gasps, her lipstick smudged from Derek’s urgent kisses. Her green eyes glittered with a heady mix of lust and reckless defiance as she backed toward her room, dragging him by his loosened tie.
Derek’s fingers traced the curve of her wide hips, gripping her possessively as he pressed her against the wall just outside her door. Their mouths collided again, hungrier this time, her hands sliding beneath his tailored suit jacket to claw at the fabric of his shirt. He growled low in his throat, his need barely restrained.
“Open the door,” he rasped, his breath hot against her neck.
Lisa fumbled with the keycard, cursing softly when her fingers trembled. The lock finally clicked, and they stumbled inside, the heavy door slamming shut behind them. The stillness of the room was shattered by their frantic movements–his mouth claiming hers, her fingers tangling in his dark hair as he backed her toward the bed.
Her blouse was yanked open, buttons scattering across the carpet, şirinevler escort revealing her lacy black bra that struggled to contain her full, freckled breasts. Derek’s mouth descended, tracing kisses along the slope of her cleavage, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin until she gasped, arching into him.
“You’ve been driving me insane all night,” he growled against her skin, his hands sliding down to grasp her ass through her tight skirt. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the bar.”
Lisa smirked wickedly, wrapping a leg around his waist to pull him closer. “Good. Now do something about it.”
He spun her around and pressed her into the bed, his hands sliding up her thighs, lifting her skirt inch by agonizing inch until he revealed her sheer thong. He groaned, palming her ass, squeezing hard as she let out a low, throaty moan.
“Such a tease,” he murmured, fingers tracing the thin band of her underwear before slipping beneath it.
Lisa bit her lip, pushing back against him, her voice a sultry whisper. “I told you… better ass than Christina Hendricks.”
Derek’s dark laugh reverberated through the room as his hand connected with her cheek in a sharp, resounding smack. She gasped, pleasure and shock mingling deliciously.
“Prove it,” he commanded, voice thick with desire.
Lisa let out a low, throaty laugh, twisting her head to look back at Derek. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief, lips curling into a wicked grin. “Prove it, huh?” she teased, her voice dripping with defiance. “Hope you’re ready for what you’ve asked for.”
She pushed back against him, her round, freckled ass pressing firmly into his crotch, eliciting a deep groan from Derek. His hands gripped her hips tightly, steadying her as she slowly slid her thong down, revealing the full, creamy expanse of her backside. The black lace fell to the floor, forgotten as Lisa bent forward, arching her back provocatively, her ample curves on full display.
Lisa writhed beneath Derek’s heavy gaze, her breath hitching as he trailed his hands down her hips, fingers grazing the curve of her ass. The electricity between them crackled with dangerous intensity, a mutual hunger too potent to resist. Her freckled breasts heaved against the confines of her open blouse, her nipples stiff with arousal.
She rolled onto her stomach deliberately, arching her back, her full, round ass perfectly presented. Turning her head just enough to meet his eyes, she bit her lower lip, her voice sultry and commanding.
Lisa arched her back, her ample, freckled ass practically begging for attention as she threw Derek a smoldering look over her shoulder. Her lips curled into a mischievous grin, eyes gleaming with wicked intent.
“Alright, counselor,” she teased, wiggling her hips suggestively, “how about you file a motion to enter… but, uh… through the back door?”
Derek’s breath hitched, his hands tightening on her soft, curvy hips. “Haha what? Are you asking what I think you’re asking for?”
“I’m serious,” she added with mock indignation, her hands reaching behind spreading her cheeks just enough to make him curse under his breath. “My ass is basically… diplomatic territory. Doesn’t count. International waters.”
He barked a low, incredulous laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re insane.”
“And desperate,” she shot back, voice dripping with mock-tragedy. “Come on. Humor me. This way I can feel like it’s not that bad you know? Poophole loophole and whatnot.”
He froze for a split second, pupils dilating with raw lust. “Wow.” he breathed, his hands tightening on her hips as if grounding himself. “Are you sure?”
Lisa smirked wickedly, pushing her ass higher, shamelessly spreading her cheeks with her fingers. Her pink rosebud peeked out at Derek, beckoning him “I’m more than sure. It’s less bad this way,” she added with a devilish glint, playing on her own twisted justification.
Derek let out a ragged groan, already stripping off his belt with shaking hands. “You’re fucking unreal,” he muttered, his cock throbbing painfully as he knelt behind her, lining himself up with agonized patience.
Lisa pushed back against him, emboldened by his reaction. “Don’t be gentle,” she whispered, her voice seeping desire. “I love getting my ass fucked. Ever since college. Make me feel every inch.”
He thanked his lucky stars, knowing he’d hit the jackpot of forbidden pleasures. This night had turned into a dark, carnal dream he never expected–but couldn’t resist.
“You’re a masterpiece.” he said as his hand roamed over her ass, his palm caressing the soft skin before delivering another sharp slap that echoed through the room. Lisa gasped, her hands gripping the bedspread as her body trembled.
“Damn, you’ve got a heavy hand,” she said, her voice tinged with amusement and desire.
“You like it,” Derek retorted, his voice rough as he leaned down, his teeth grazing the nape of her neck. “Tell me you don’t.”
Lisa smirked, pushing back against him once more. “Shut up and fuck me in the ass already”
He growled low in his throat, unbuttoning his shirt with hurried, clumsy movements, his need for her overwhelming any pretense of composure. He unbuckled his belt, the sound of leather slipping through metal loops sending a shiver down Lisa’s spine. When he finally freed himself, his cock thick and hard, he paused, his hands returning to knead her ass.
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