Staying

The next morning Bryan told me he would be right back, then left. I knew the time had come for me to leave, but I didn't want to.

I had a wife waiting for me back home, and I knew without a doubt that we loved each other, even if our sex life was not exciting. I did not love Bryan, but I did love the way he made me feel, inside and out. He was hot (did I really just think that?), had a nice cock and he had a duffel bag full of money.

I was still laying in bed thinking about the previous days sex when he came back carrying a bag from a department store. He lay it the bag next to me, then bent down and kissed me. I kissed him back, then reached out and rubbed his cock through his jeans.

"Damn girl, we need to get out of here," he said.

"Not yet."

Bryan unzipped his pants but didn't bother to pull them down. He pulled his cock out, then grabbed my hands and pinned them to the mattress as he mounted me in the missionary position. Fuck, he felt good inside me.

"This one really has to be a quickie," he said as he started fucking me, then leaned down to kiss me.

His idea of a "quickie" and mine were apparently two different things. Bryan fucked me hard in that same position for nearly a half hour before he finally blew his load in my pussy.

When he was sent, he lay on top of me, kissing me until his cock finally went soft and slipped out of my pussy. Then he ticked himself back into his jeans.

"I guessed at your sizes, but I picked you up a change of clothes," he told me. "You need to get dressed so we can get back on the road."

I reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of jeans short-shorts and a t-shirt. The shorts fit perfectly on Leighjaye's body. The shirt would have, if I had a bra, instead it showed off my nipples.

"God you're sexy," he said.

I put my old clothes and phone in the bag and we walked out of the room hand in hand.