Mr. Cashmere

Linda informed me that she had already called the coroner for body pickup, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over me, knowing that it was one less task to handle. All I wanted was to escape the chaotic ER and leave that horrible shift behind as quickly as possible. My hands trembled with anxiety, and I struggled to breathe enough air to properly fill my lungs. I hoped nobody noticed as I tried to focus on making a swift getaway. I needed to immerse myself in an abundance of alcohol or drugs or both, really anything to numb my fear.

Jake and I made our way to the nearest bar just a few blocks from the hospital, where it had a couple of early morning stragglers. Just what I needed: some daytime debauchery to help me forget the last twelve hours, even if only for a little while.

My eyes were instantly captivated by a striking man around my age, dressed in an elegant suit, seated at the bar. His rugged five o'clock shadow only added to his allure, while his engrossment in his phone presented a thrilling opportunity to steal his attention. Effortlessly sliding onto a bar stool with a couple of seats between us, I casually ordered a Grey Goose on the rocks from the attentive bartender. Meanwhile, my best friend, Jake, had strategically positioned himself at the video poker machines, gripping a frosty beer as he navigated through the game with remarkable speed.

As I took the initial refreshing sip, I instinctively grabbed my phone, scanning emails while aware of the suited man's stare. Eager not to miss any crucial messages from the agency regarding additional documents for California, our next assignment, I had ensured that I looked presentable before sitting down - applying lipstick and giving my hair an extra fluff to enhance my appearance despite wearing scrubs. After enduring a taxing shift, all I desired was a thrilling escape to lose myself in entirely.

"Hey there, beautiful," he initiated. "Oh God, I sincerely hope he's not a complete douchebag," I thought. Lifting my eyes, I was pleasantly surprised to find him strikingly attractive - dark hair, light eyes, and a powerful jawline that exuded masculinity. Clad in an evidently costly steel-gray suit that appeared to be made of cashmere, he was absolutely my kind of guy.

"Hey there," I casually replied. He looked to be quite the health-conscious type, likely eating well, and working out, and didn't seem to be under the influence of any mood-altering substances at the moment. He slid onto the barstool beside me, leaning in to inquire about my name. "Shell," I answered, feigning disinterest as I glanced away, though I doubt I was very convincing. Oddly enough, I was drawn to share my given name with the charming stranger, a rarity when I do the dirty things I wanted to do with him. "Shell. I like it. I'm Trey. So nice to meet you." Extending his hand to me, I reciprocated, and he held onto it longer than any other handshake I've ever encountered to this day.

Eventually releasing his grip, Trey questioned what brought me to a bar so early in the morning. In return, I quipped that I could ask him the same thing. Then, to avoid coming across as bitchy, I laughed and responded to his query. Unexpectedly, I found myself wanting this mysterious man's approval. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, I chose not to hold back. Really, what would have been the point?

"I'm a travel nurse, just wrapped up my shift in the ER at the hospital." I must confess that I was immediately incredibly fascinated by this stranger. He radiated undeniable confidence and, much to my delight, no wedding ring adorned Mr. Cashmere's finger-point for him.

"Just stepped off a flight from Denver myself, been chatting with Al," he gestured toward the bartender, casually sipping what seemed to be a dark, hard liquor straight up. "You really are an enchanting beauty," he whispered gently, gazing deep into my eyes as if peering into my very soul. A sudden warmth enveloped me, causing my nipples to stand erect and heat to pool between my thighs.

Attempting to hide my blush, I prayed he remained oblivious while he began inching even closer till he was nearly seated in my lap. His melodious voice was a captivating lullaby that ensnared me indefinitely. "I know you probably get this all the time but believe me when I say I'm not just another asshole hanging out in a bar. I genuinely want to get to know you, Shell. You are truly everything," he passionately whispered, his eyes appreciating every detail of my body.

"Can I share a secret?" I inquired, taking a lengthy swig of my amnesia elixir. "Think of me as your private confidant. I swear I won't tell a soul," he confidently declared, placing his hand on his chest. "Alright," I grinned at his endearing action and leaned close to whisper into his ear. "I'm not interested in being just friends," I disclosed, then reclined back onto the stool, indulging in another sip while focusing my eyes straight ahead as if I'd merely complimented his tie.

His excitement was palpable, but he played it cool. "If you're not busy, maybe we can find something fun to do together. How does that sound?". Washing down a few painkillers with Grey Goose vodka, I braced myself to let go of all restraint. My goal? To erase the past twelve hours and any chance of being a murderer from my mind. I wanted to pretend I was not a wife and mother with responsibilities five hundred miles away and vows to another man. I wanted to forget that I might have accidentally killed a patient. My only desire was to become someone else for a little while.

I thought the captivating stranger and the concoction of vodka and painkillers might just be the answer. Spotting my empty glass, he signaled Al to refill it, gesturing toward the premium vodka perched on the shimmering shelf. Drawing attention to my vacant glass, his left index finger playfully traced its rim. As he placed his right hand high upon my left thigh, he exerted a gentle squeeze yet never broke eye contact with Al, engrossed in their conversation.

My attention was drawn to his hands, observing their neither rugged nor manicured appearance. It was evident that he took care of himself. Men's hands have always intrigued me ever since I first noticed boys and manly hands never fail to captivate me. Sausage fingers repel me, and I've consistently steered clear of dating anyone with unappealing hands. His fingers were lengthy and robust, and his fingernails were immaculate.

As I pondered the sensation of his perfect digits parting my soaking wet labia to gain entrance, then grazing my clitoris and sliding within me, the anticipation was electric, and I couldn't resist guiding his hand further up my thigh as he cast his intense light green eyes upon me. A tinge of embarrassment washed over me, and I looked down.

With a gentle touch to my chin, guiding my face towards him, he whispered enticingly into my ear, "I really like that. You're already making my cock rock hard. Let's get out of here." As my breath quickened, my stiffened nipples pushed against the fabric of my snug scrub top. My arousal was quite obvious. With ample breasts, now surgically lifted and perky after breastfeeding the children, perfectly complement my petite frame as they rest in a teardrop shape.

Sporting a thin bra and a delicate shirt, I sensed his stare settling on my chest, and my eyes drifted downward again. "Those are phenomenal." Moving even closer, blocking my body from Al's view, now the only other person in the bar besides Jake, he began caressing my nipples and then cradled my breasts with his enticing hands. Our eyes met and I coyly nibbled on my lip - an action men have always found irresistible. Al returned with my drink and the check, as he reached down to adjust his obvious erection then turned to pay the bill. As the warmth of the liquor coursed through me, I embraced the heat while Mr. Cashmere intently turned back to me and drank me in with animalistic desire. I was ready to escape.

After bestowing Al a generous tip, he took my hand to help me off the bar stool, ushering me toward his chauffeured vehicle that awaited us outside. A towering young man clad in black - stood as our driver. "Thanks, Jimmy," he told him. He appeared no older than twenty. Seated in the car's rear, the door closed with a hushed thud. The mysterious stranger's name remained unknown, and I had no desire to learn it - ignorance protects me from guilt whenever I betray Caleb. Meanwhile, he leaned in as the car gained momentum, his left hand venturing dangerously high along my thigh's interior, teasingly brushing past my labia.

The unmistakable wetness gathering within my dainty lace panties prompted me to instinctively part my legs ever so slightly as my breathing quickened. His aroma was unlike any I'd encountered, and it was captivating. A blend of a hint of luxurious cologne and alluring aftershave created an intoxicating scent. Reaching for my increasingly erect nipples, he commenced gently caressing them over my shirt before skillfully pinching them with the back of his hands between his index and middle finger, rubbing the tips with his thumbs, his eyes wild with desire.

Our gazes locked intensely as he teasingly pinched and played, drawing closer to whisper intimately into my ear. "I am dying to savor every part of you," he breathlessly admitted, with a tantalizing lick of his lips and a delicate kiss on my earlobe. The heat rose in my cheeks, and I struggled to recall ever feeling this aroused before in my life as our lips melded together. His taste was simply irresistible, and the fantasy of endless kisses with him pirouetted through my mind.

Our tongues tentatively began to explore each other's mouths, gradually growing bolder and more passionate as the spark between us ignited into a blazing fire. His hands embarked on a journey over my curves, first leisurely, then gaining momentum as they ventured beneath my delicate shirt, becoming increasingly eager. Casting a discreet glance at the rear-view mirror to ensure the chauffeur remained unaware, I granted Mr. Cashmere the freedom to roam wherever he desired.

Feeling the effects of the liquor, my thoughts raced - could two strangers really have this much chemistry? Were these feelings just in my head, or did he sense them too? However, none of that truly mattered since I was a married woman. Although Mr. Cashmere didn't wear a ring, it didn't mean he wasn't married either. I chose not to ask, preferring to believe he was unattached due to the absence of a band. His lips felt incredibly soft, and our passionate embrace seemed like we'd shared it countless times. There was something undeniably familiar about him.

He returned to teasing my nipples, tenderly pinching at first, then applying more pressure and pinching with force, and fondling my breasts. "These are absolutely amazing. I'm eager to see what's next," he murmured between our thrilling kisses, then whispered softly in my ear, "My cock is about to burst through my pants. You are so fucking beautiful,". Even as time has passed, I still enjoy compliments from a man who finds me attractive and continue to cherish affirming words, however shallow they may be.

With a smile, I paused our make-out session to look at his face. I took in his features once again, admiring his impressive good looks. The faintest hint of his five o'clock shadow graced his masculine countenance, igniting my desires even more. I have always found this characteristic especially sexy. His captivating eyes playfully danced between hues of green and blue, while the enticing scent of his freshly washed, honey-brown hair captivated me further. He seemed to be around my range age-wise, perhaps a touch younger; regardless, I was smitten.

Gently placing small kisses behind my ear, he gradually extended the duration of each caress as he traveled down my neck. His tender pecks evolved into soft touches of his tongue, and he began untying my scrub pants. I swiftly halted this advance, covering his hand with mine, shook my head, and murmured, "Not here, not yet." Recoiling, he offered an apology and sat back. "I'm sorry. I got carried away. We should be arriving at my hotel soon." Though I may lose myself while traveling, I still refuse to be fingered in a car like a teenager.

As he subtly adjusted his noticeable arousal, I couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised by its impressive size. Lacking patience for a smaller endowment, it would have been such a letdown if he'd been lacking in that department. Regrettably, I've experienced quite a few instances where my interest in someone was dampened upon discovering that the time spent getting to know him or engaging in tantalizing foreplay had been squandered by the revelation of a small dick.

Within moments, he announced, "This is us," as we came to a halt in front of the luxurious Four Seasons. Eagerly jumping out before Jimmy had a chance to open the car door for us, then leaning back in, he extended his hand to assist me. "Quite the gentleman," I remarked with a smile. Perhaps I'm a bit old-fashioned, but I value chivalrous acts. I believe a man should hold the door for a lady, pull out her chair at a restaurant, and never walk ahead of her - such gestures genuinely make all the difference.

Pulling me toward the elevator, the anticipation was now killing me, and I suspected he felt the same. Grabbing me by the waist and guiding me to the nearest one, we stepped in and were alone. Mr. Cashmere reached to press "Stop" on the panel, and I couldn't help but chuckle. As we continued kissing passionately, the elevator halted. Fervently exploring each other's tongues with increasing desire, I allowed him to lift me with ease by the back of my thighs and gathered my legs around his waist. Holding me too high for his liking, he lowered me down a bit to permit our excited sex organs to align and pressed me against the wall.

Immediately sensing his rock-hard cock through his pants, a surge of dampness between my thighs emerged. As he pressed it on my now-soaking wet entrance I began squeezing him tightly with my legs, moving to press it into my clitoris, and let out a small moan. Alternating between nibbling and sucking on my neck, he reached to pull my top up until my breasts were exposed. "Wow, those are everything I imagined them to be and more. Fantastic, Shell. Absolutely gorgeous," he admired before reaching to pull them gently out of the cups of my bra and using his groin to keep me up and against the wall. With my legs still encircling his enticing body, I began grinding myself into his erection.

Leaning in to spread my legs wider, he adjusted them so he could reach my hidden spot with the tips of his fingers from behind while cradling my ass. As he gently sucked my nipples, I let out another moan, the feeling incredibly intense and pleasurable. Finding my labia with his fingertips, and rubbing them softly for a moment, he then set me down slowly. Exploring me with his unbelievably talented tongue, he began to untie my scrub pants. This time, I couldn't help myself but allow it. I wanted nothing more than for him to touch me, as I'd been aware of his desire since we were at the bar.

Silently looking to me for permission, he stopped momentarily and peered at my face. When I nodded, he eagerly finished untying the waist of my pants, and slid his hand into the front of them, tracing the top of my delicate panties while kissing and sucking my neck. As his hand made its way down inside them, gliding over the wetness, I was even more aware of how turned-on Mr. Cashmere had made me. "Oh, Shell," he whispered in my ear and began gently stroking my throbbing clitoris. I couldn't hold back and instinctively moved my hips in rhythm with his fingers, extreme pleasure coursing through my body. He continued showering attention on my breasts, sucking my nipples harder now, and biting a tad, becoming a smidge painful. I was in heaven. Sliding his fingers inside me and then back out, rubbing my clit as he moved, the sensations sent me into ecstasy.

Propping my leg onto the handlebar in the elevator after removing my pants and panties entirely, Mr. Cashmere bent down and admired my pussy for a moment, gently caressing it, then pressed his thumb onto my clit and stroked it very gently before kissing it. Taken by surprise, I gasped, and he chuckled, then commenced licking it with unmistakable talent. When he took it into his beautiful mouth and began sucking, then bestowing small kisses on my sensitive area, I told him I was going to explode, and he stopped. A bit confused, I immediately understood as he unbuckled his belt, placing it around my neck, after asking if I trusted him. For some reason, I did and allowed it.

With the exception of Caleb occasionally putting a hand on my throat during sex, I had never experienced anything beyond that in the world of kink. Honestly, I had never even thought about it. I surprised myself when I allowed this stranger, this pillar of strength and masculinity, to put a belt around my neck and pull it tightly. Snug, but not enough to cut off my breathing, I found myself more aroused than ever before and haven't been since. As he breathed heavier, kissing me and then biting my lips softly, I thought I might climax right there, without him even touching my pussy.

Unbuttoning his pants and dropping them, along with his boxers, I admired his form, then placed a finger inside myself to gather some lubrication and began stroking his erection with one hand while cradling his sac with the other, and toying with his balls gently.

He held onto the belt and pulled a smidge tighter. My clitoris throbbed harder in anticipation. Perching my leg back onto the handlebar, I spread my lips and guided him in with the other while pushing him by his ass so that he was completely inside me. I wanted to feel every inch of his massive endowment. He grabbed my stable leg with force and lifted it onto his hip, keeping eye contact.

He began slowly fucking me while looking at my face intently. Then he pulled a tad tighter on the belt and gradually picked up momentum with his hips. I responded by matching his rhythm with mine and squeezing his member tightly to show him how much I wanted him inside me. When he dropped hold of the belt and reached down to rub my clitoris simultaneously while grinding, it wasn't long before I felt the blood surging to my center, and then course through my body. I came on his cock with an intensity I never had before (not that I could recall, anyway) and he, too, reached orgasm soon after. We dressed and he pushed the button for the elevator to run. When it finally dinged, signaling our arrival on his floor, I became aware that I was really feeling the effects of my amnesia concoction.

Undoubtedly, it was a fantastic experience once we reached the room, but as usual, my memory failed me due to excessive drinking and blacking out; Mr. Cashmere was fortunately out of sight when I awoke. In his absence, he had left a note. I couldn't help but smile at the old-fashioned gesture before diving into reading it.

Shell, I had a fantastic time last night. Feel free to stay as long as you'd like. You can order room service if you're hungry. My apologies for leaving without saying goodbye. I had an early meeting. Here's my number if you're up to seeing me again, though I'm sure that isn't what you're looking for. I'm in town for the next week, and I'm a frequent visitor to New Orleans, or maybe we can catch up in another city. Either way, hit me up anytime, and take care. 555-404-2136

Yours,

Mr. Cashmere

Chuckling to myself, my cheeks were surely flushed with mortification, even in solitude. In my inebriated state, I must have addressed him by that moniker. Kudos to him for correctly employing "you're" and discerning that a reunion isn't part of my plan. Nevertheless, his enigma remains captivating to this day.