5

Stacey 

“What else do you know?” Now that my words have caught his attention, he leans forward, his piercing blue eyes remaining on me. I take a moment before I finally reveal everything to him. However, he doesn't feel convinced, and he remarks, pointing out my married life. 

“It's not nice to complain about your husband, Mrs Williams. I can understand your frustration with him -” Realising that this man might be of no use and he is accusing me of being a bad wife, I get back on my feet and exclaim, “I am not here to listen to your free advice, Mr…” I pause, not knowing his name. 

Then he speaks calmly, introducing himself, “Juan…” he continues with the same calmness. “Juan Martinez,” I say nothing in return but tilt my head once before I turn, intending to leave at once. 

“Stacey!” His voice calls me and I am paused in my tracks. My eyes are wide with astonishment, and my heart swells in my chest. No one has ever called my name like this. Something is happening to me, perhaps I feel horny…which I shouldn't have. 

A moment later, I feel a presence behind me, and his scent reaches my nose. My breath hitches when his hand comes to brush against my shoulder, caressing my arm. The hair on my body seems to rise, and his touch sends shivers down my spine. 

It has been a while since I got into intimacy with Tyler, and avoiding has been the only option for me. However, I am only human,n and my emotions heighten when his hot breath reaches the nape of my neck. I close my eyes, trying not to feel all of it. 

“Do you really want to get rid of your husband?” His whisper makes me gulp and I can't help but resist these unholy feelings that I am having for this guy. “Yes,” I breathe and feel his fingers wrapping around my waist and he pulls me closer.

My back is touching his front and there is no gap between us. His other hand reaches to move upwards towards my chest. He touches the fabric and softly asks, “How shameful would it be if I ripped this dress off your body?”

My sassy mouth can't keep quiet and I exclaim, “It's Chanel 2025 Spring Collection!” My tone carries impatience and curiosity until I hear his tongue clicking in a taunting manner. “Is it?” 

While he keeps me occupied, his hand which is wrapped around my waist, slowly slides down towards the hem of my dress and once his cold fingers meet the warmth of my inner thighs, I feel a current passing through my veins. 

He flips me over and within a moment, I am pinned against the wall. Our eyes are locked and I am unable to proceed around him. I know I should not let him touch me like this. This is harassment, however, I enjoy every second of it. The way he is showing his dominant side and this is just the first time I am meeting him. 

His knee comes between my legs to part them and his hand slides inside my dress, searching for my panties. Once his fingers meet the lace of my panties, darkness surges through his blue eyes. He pushes the fabric to a side and touches my clit, sending shivers down my spine. 

My lips are parted and unintentionally a gasp escapes my lips when he starts to swipe two of his fingers on my pussy, feeling the warmness on his skin. “Fuck, Stacey. You are so wet for me already.” I feel ashamed, of course, I shouldn't be wet for a stranger. A man I had never met before. 

Yet I shamelessly nod my head, letting him swipe his fingers back and forth until he creates a pace and my hips rocking along his rhythm. Closing my eyes, I sink my head back on the wall behind me and he buries his face in my neck, giving me slow kisses. 

“Open your eyes, sweet Stacey. Look at the man who is going to make you cum just by his fingers…" Right this moment, he slides his two wet fingers into my pussy, hearing me moan. “Mmm…just like that kitten.” Gradually his pace is increased and I am starting to feel the urge to come in his hand. 

“Don't hold back your sweet little moans, yeah?” His voice is what drives me crazy. It is deep and sensual, filled with desire for me. “Tell me do you want me to go slow or fast?” His pace becomes slow and I feel that he should just carry on faster until I reach my climax. 

In the middle of our immoral act, the door of his cabin knocks twice, and I am taken aback, my heart thumps hard into my chest. He calmly responds, “Yes?” We remain in the same position, his hand just comes to cover my mouth, refraining me from moaning while he continues to circle his fingers around my clit. 

“Mr Martinez, it's me…Tyler!” a voice comes through and I almost lose my balance, my eyes are wide with anticipation. Juan pulls me closer and softly utters, “Shhh…do not make a sound.” 

While I struggle to hold my moans back, Juan answers to my husband, asking him to come back later. “I am busy at the moment.” Once Tyler is gone, his attention is turned back to me and he grins at me, “Slow or fast, kitten?” 

“Fast…please…” I breathe, waiting for him to continue until he stares in my eyes and then he pulls back, withdrawing his fingers completely out of my pussy. “I guess you have to earn the pleasure, kitten.” 

I watch him walking back to his seat and once he is seated, he sucks his fingers, his eyes fixed on me as a grin escapes his lips. “Mm…sweet.” After a pause, he continues with a nonchalant attitude, “It's not the last time we are seeing each other.” 

My switch flips and anger simmers within me. He may think that I am a toy but I am a well mannered and sexy woman who is not manipulated by men. “Who do you think you are?” I exclaim, my tone is loud and I am offended to the core.