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Déjà vu

byJamline©

"I told you I was tired," she said.

"Please don't do this," her husband uttered. He was sitting on the other side of the restaurant table, a persuasive look on his face.

She could already feel her jaw muscles tighten with frustration. Agreeing to attend to the business dinner with him was generous enough from her side. Now he assumed that she would join him and his business associates for a visit to a night club. Even the fact that she was pregnant didn't seem to make a difference to him.

"You promised to take me back to the hotel," she complained. This wasn't the first time the man was unwilling to pay much attention to her needs.

"I guess I did," he said in the most sheepish tone of his, just to irritate her even more. "But you must know that this new client is very important, and if he wishes to celebrate the new business deal in the night club, I have to be there. I can't risk losing this contract."

That was so typical of him. She crossed her arms and tried to keep calm. Just as she thought the frustration would soon make her burst in to tears, she heard a voice behind her back.

"Hey, can I help you?"

She turned around to see the speaker. It was one of her husband's business associates, a tall blonde guy with a slim, athlete figure. They'd been introduced to each other the night before. She and her husband had arrived just in time for a late night snack at the hotel bar. There she had met some of the attendants of the major business meeting that took place during the weekend. She had immediately found the man very likable and attractive. There was also something distantly familiar in him, as if they had met each other somewhere before, although she couldn't remember when and where that might have been.

"I overheard your discussion," the man continued. "I have an early morning flight to catch and I need to get going soon." His tone was very friendly and polite. "So, why don't I escort the lady to the hotel?"

A cute creature he was, she couldn't deny that. Young and helpful like a boy scout. The thought made her blush lightly.

"Well, that would be generous of you, my friend," her husband said to his associate, noticeably relieved to be able to skip an argument with her. He turned to address her now. "I have complete trust in him. He'll take very good care of you and ensure that you'll get back to the hotel safely."

With a wry smile and a handshake between the men, the deal was done. She watched her husband disappear in the crowd of the important people he was supposed to entertain that night. She was now left alone with the guy that had just saved her from a horrible choice -- hours spent in a noisy nightclub or a taxi ride to the hotel with a pissed-off husband.

"Thanks." She smiled gratefully. "Without you this night would have turned out to be a disaster."

"At your service, ma'am." He returned her smile. "Now, let's grab a taxi."

On the back seat of the taxi she was still happy that the man had saved her evening, but now there was also something else in the atmosphere. Being seated near someone that attractive in a small closed space was a little awkward. No, 'awkward' probably wasn't the most accurate description -- it was almost arousing, she noticed to her surprise. Her sexual appetite had reached a whole new level along the pregnancy, and now she was painfully aware how poorly she was having her needs met in her marriage. Trying to push away these somewhat disturbing feelings she decided to rest her eyes for a moment.

He broke the silence. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," she nodded, eyes still closed. "This pregnancy makes me so tired."

"How many months are you pregnant?"

"About halfway."

"You radiate the maternal energy around you very beautifully."

She opened her eyes and looked at him. To hear something like that -- a compliment that felt very deep and genuine -- wasn't what she could have easily expected.

"You know, I've been watching you the whole weekend," he said. "Can't help it."

She met his gaze, and there was something compelling about his eyes, something strangely familiar but inexplicable at the same time. 'I've been looking at you as well', she thought but didn't open her mouth to say it.

"Who are you?" she asked instead. "Have we met each other somewhere before?"

"I don't think so," he replied. "At least not in this lifetime."

She spent the next few minutes gazing outside from the car window. She could sense that the man beside her was aroused as well. Or was she just imagining?

The tension was broken when the taxi pulled up in front of the hotel. Before she could think of stepping out, the man had already walked around the car and opened the door for her.

He offered her his arm. "Here you go, ma'am. The street is slippery."

These gestures of a gentleman made her feel flattered but also a little uneasy. She grabbed his arm anyway. "Thank you."

They walked towards the hotel entrance in silence. The cold winter air between them was charged with something electric, and she became aware that her exhaustion had vanished almost completely.

He was still holding her arm as he escorted her along the corridor. By her hotel room door they stopped.

"I guess this is goodbye then," the guy said. There was something sad about his voice, as if she had been reminded of another farewell so distant that the details of it had been completely lost long ago.

There were certain crossroads in life where a choice had to be made, and this would certainly be one of them.

"It doesn't have to be," she heard herself say.

He stroked her cheek briefly with the back of his hand. He clearly knew what she meant.

The decision was made in an instant. The key card slid in the lock with ease and the hotel room door swung open. They entered the room, and as the door closed behind them, already were they undressing each other.

The warmth of his mouth on her lips and on her neck was soon followed by a familiar feeling of wetness between her legs. He gently unzipped her dress, and she watched it fall on the floor. She realised how badly she had craved for this. His fingers danced smoothly on her skin as he removed her bra. It was as if his fingertips and mouth had been everywhere at once.

"Pregnant women make my knees go weak."

He stroked her round belly with the palm of his hand. Then he moved his hand slowly towards her breasts and teased them just enough to have her nipples come to life. That made her moan of pleasure. Due to the pregnancy hormones her breasts were very sensitive to touch.

She unbuttoned his shirt and battled with his belt for a moment. "I'm not good with belt buckles," she apologised.

He reassured her with a smile. "It's alright."

He took off his pants, and his boxers couldn't hide the fact that he was already hard for her. Soon he was completely naked, standing before her with nothing to hide. He was very well equipped, she noticed to her delight.

'Should I be feeling guilty now', she asked herself vaguely as she leaned on the bed. When the man removed her underwear and began to explore her most delicate part with his mouth and tongue, the last remaining bits of rational thought disappeared from her brain. Her initial resistance was flushed over by powerful waves of pleasure. From now on she was nothing but sex -- a hot and needy female body with no formal control. Making love to a man she barely knew was the only thing in the world that she cared about right now.

She drew his face close to hers and kissed him, able to taste her own fluids from his lips. "I need you inside me."

He nodded and kissed her once more. He took a kneeling position between her thighs, one that would be comfortable for her belly.

"Need guidance?" she asked.

His voice was raspy. "Please."

She wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock, which made him utter a low moan. She guided him to the soft opening that glistened between her legs. As his impressive length sunk in her, they made eye contact. At that moment she felt a shiver and a strange sense of recognition.

'I've done this before', was the thought that hit her. She wasn't able to process it further, however, since the increased blood flow in her lower body combined with the pleasurable rhythm of his thrusts made her unable to think clearly.

It soon became evident that he knew exactly how to use his equipment for a lady's greatest satisfaction. After all the poor lovers that she'd had she could finally enjoy the real thing. She wanted nothing more than to receive all the gifts that he was able to offer her with his wonderful cock. To be fucked by this mysterious man became her sole purpose, her religion.

Then, suddenly, he drew back and the object that had filled her so intensely slid out of her.

"Please don't take it away," she complained.

He laughed. "I'd like to watch as I sink deep in you from behind," he said and rolled her over on her knees. "You have such a beautiful bottom."

"Please," she cried again and lifted her hips in mad lust. "I want you back inside me."

To be in a position like that, so clearly exposed, would have made her feel humiliated in other circumstances. But with this man it was different. It was safe to surrender completely.

He caressed her labia softly with his thumb, and she could hear a smile in his voice. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite get you. What was it that you wanted?"

"Ooh," she sighed, as frustration kept building up her desire. "My pussy is aching to have you inside right now!"

"Oh, you want this?" He was still playing innocent. She felt his erection against her inner thigh while he cupped her buttocks in his hands.

"Yes, yes, yes," she begged, unable to keep her voice down. "Please fuck me!"

"Yes ma'am," he said, "I will."

She felt the erect member press against her throbbing labia and finally slide inside her. The intense sensation of being penetrated from behind left her gasping for air. Every thrust massaged her sensitive g-spot at exactly the right angle.

She had been having problems reaching orgasm with all her partners. Now, however, she felt a surprising sensation of an approaching climax. "I'm coming," she whispered almost inaudibly. He heard it though, and drew her bottom tightly against his hips. A vibration of pure ecstatic pleasure flew through her body.

The rhythmic squeezing of her muscles around his manhood seemed to ignite him also. He was now breathing heavily.

"Almost there?" she asked as soon as she got back her ability to speak.

"Almost."

"Please," she said. "I want to see your face."

He slid out of her, and after she had climbed in his lap, back in. Their swinging made her consciousness shift to almost a trance-like state. She felt his every movement, so aware of every inch of him inside her.

"Come for me baby," she murmured and bit his lip gently. "Please come for me."

It didn't take long for him to follow her request. When he reached his climax, she placed her palm on his face and lifted his chin just a bit to meet his gaze. For a fraction of a second she thought she was able to see through him, up to the bottom of his soul. And she was almost certain that what she saw in his eyes at that moment was a flash of recognition, similar to the one that she had felt earlier.

They collapsed on the bed, mingled together, still breathing heavily. Lying in his lap in the sweet afterglow was all she wanted to do, but little by little she became uncomfortably aware that he should get going soon, before it was too late.

She felt a compelling urge to be sure about something before he was gone.

"Did you feel it too?" she asked.

"Feel what exactly?" He caressed her belly lazily as he spoke.

"I got this strange feeling... you know, as if it wasn't the first time we did this."

"Like a déjà vu?" His finger travelled along her side.

She nodded. "Something like that."

"Hmm. Intriguing." He cupped her breast in his hand.

It couldn't have been just her imagination, could it?

"You think we've done this before?" She shivered a little as he drew a circle around her nipple.

"Not sure." He was stroking the base of her neck now. "Although I am certain about one thing."

"What's that?" She was suddenly aware of a new round of arousal sneaking in.

He had a tantalising smirk on his face. "I would definitely do it again."

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