Her Dirty Little Secret Ch. 03

The affair continued for a few months. Kelly kept seeing her boyfriend, or LD, as Heath called him (short for "Limp Dick"). She just couldn't make herself break it off with either man. Although LD had his short comings, he had some good qualities as well; he really did seem to care about her, maybe even love her -- Kelly was never really sure -- and he was certainly the stable type of man who would be a good provider for a family. But was she really ready to think about that? She was still a few years away from her 30th birthday. She knew she had time to plan for that life, eventually. And Heath was, well, Heath. There was really very little else to say. He was sexy and attentive and fun. And it always seemed like his first priority was to make her feel incredible and sexy and just plain satisfied.

And while at times it seemed like the answer was right in front of her, Kelly hesitated for larger, more concerning reasons. She and Heath never actually discussed being a "couple", and while Kelly was certainly not the type of woman who needed to have a man at all times, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she broke it off with LD and then she and Heath didn't work out at all. She could imagine an extremely tense working environment; assuming she wouldn't be fired first. After all, LD was the manager in her department, sotechnically they shouldn't be dating in the first place, but a break up would definitely cause some issues. Whenever Kelly got to thinking about the whole David Bowie and Queen song would pop into her head -- the real one, not Vanilla Ice's lame rip off.

There was one thing that she was certain about though: she was finding it harder to hide the truth. A few nights earlier Kelly had almost said Heath's name when she was with LD. What ended up coming out was "HEA-LL YES!" LD thought she was playing some sort of Southern Belle role and tried to play into it with a terrible southern accent, talking about the Confederacy and "the troops advancing". Everything just became really awkward and Kelly couldn't wait to get out of there.

And things with Heath were awkward as well at times. But that awkwardness revolved more around the meetings themselves: backseats of cars; dirty, no-tell motels; sneaking around in general. Kelly was starting to hate herself each time she set out to meet him somewhere off the beaten path, but as soon as she was with him, the world seemed to disappear into a fog of ecstasy.

It was toward the end of the fifth month of deception. Kelly was leaving the office for the evening. After saying good night to her friends and a nonchalant good night to LD (as always, keeping things professional), she walked toward the elevator, thinking about what she would do with the rest of her evening. She wasn't going over to LD's and she hadn't spoken with Heath for a couple days, so she didn't expect to see him. As the elevator doors slid open, Kelly stepped forward, practically running into Heath's hard, broad chest. Their eyes met; his twinkled.

"Excuse me," Kelly said, with a small smile.

"My fault entirely," Heath responded. "I shouldn't have been blocking the door."

He stepped aside and Kelly slipped in just before the doors shut.

As soon as the doors were closed Heath grabbed Kelly, pulling her close and pressing his mouth to hers. Her arms went around his neck and she opened her mouth to allow his tongue in before she knew what she was doing. The small ding of the elevator as it passed the floors quickly snapped her out of her shock.

"Stop it!" she exclaimed as she pushed him away. "There are cameras!"

"Hunny," Heath said in his smooth voice, "I know the security guards. The cameras in the elevators haven't worked in months."

"Oh" was all Kelly had time to say before Heath had her pressed against the wall, his hands stroking her sides while his mouth slanted over hers again and again.

When his lips moved to her neck, Kelly tilted her head to give him better access. Her eyes, already blurry with arousal, slid to the lights by the door. She vaguely realized that the ground floor was coming up.

"Heath..." she gasped, "ground floor..."

He sighed in frustration, but pulled himself away from her, slowly. He adjusted his tie and smoothed his hair as she pulled her skirt back down over her hips, not knowing when he'd pushed it up, and not really caring. As their breathing slowed, so did the elevator.

"Will I see you tonight?" Kelly heard herself ask before she could stop it.

"I hope so," Heath replied.

She looked at him, surprised at the way his voice shook when he spoke. It was an action that almost did her in. The fire in his eyes nearly consumed her. She saw that he wanted her as much as she did him. But what does that mean? Kelly asked herself.Is he just horny or is there something more? Which do I want it to be? she thought after a mental pause.

"8 o'clock? The motel off of Rt. 32?" Heath said.

Kelly nodded just as the doors glided open. They both stepped off the elevator, their hands brushing for the barest of seconds, and then went out the doors and their separate ways.

At 8 o'clock that night, after spending an hour and a half making herself look as sexy as she could, but also looking like it only took her half that amount of time, Kelly pulled off Rt. 32 and into the gravely parking lot of the rundown motel that didn't even have a name. It didn't need one. Everyone knew which motel it was, although no one admitted to knowing anything about it at all.

She sat in her car for a few minutes, mentally berating herself for, once again, agreeing to meet at this sleazy dive. She felt dirty just looking at it. The thought of going in and getting a room made her feel...well, like a whore. At that moment, Kelly thought she might burst into tears. It hit her that, while she cared about Heath more than she would ever admit to herself, she couldn't keep doing this -- meeting in these places, just to take a roll in the hay. She knew she had to tell him. Tonight. And before they did anything, otherwise she knew her resolve would be replaced by lust and she wouldn't have the chance to say what she needed to say: she wouldn't meet him in any more places like this. She was a lady and wanted to be treated as such. And if he didn't think he could do that, fine. That would solve her dilemma for her.I just hope it doesn't end like that , Kelly thought.

As Kelly was giving herself the pep talk, Heath pulled in next to her. He sat for a moment, staring at her. He was momentarily taken back, as he always was, by her classic beauty. In the time that they'd been, well, whatever they were, Heath had come to feel about Kelly in ways that he'd never felt for any woman. He hadn't yet decided what it meant, but he knew that he didn't like meeting her in these crummy places. He'd been trying to protect her privacy at first, but then it just became a habit.

Kelly looked up and was startled to see Heath staring at her. They both got out of their cars and smiled. Heath started to walk towards her when Kelly put up her hand to stop him.

"We need to talk about something first," Kelly started.

"Ok. Did you have a particular topic in mind?" he asked with a grin.

"Do you respect me?" Kelly blurted out.

Heath was surprised. That wasn't the question he'd been expecting. "Of course I do."

"Then why do we meet at these shit holes? If you respect me like you say you do you wouldn't choose these motels, or dark turn offs from roads, or any of the other places you would take someone you don't care about for a quick fuck."

As she was saying, well yelling since her voice continued to rise as she went on, all these things, Heath couldn't help but notice the way the color crept up in her cheeks, making them look beautifully flushed; or the way her eyes flashed, showing the fiery character that rested just below her surface; or the way she crossed her arms in front of her round, full breasts, hiding them, but at the same time accenting their perfection. He knew he shouldn't be aroused by her anger, but he couldn't help it. She was too damned sexy!

He knew she was waiting for a response. He took a step toward her. She took a step back, bumping into the edge of her car door, which she'd left open so that she could leave quickly if things didn't go the way she planned. Heath saw her wince as her hip hit the door. He held up his hands and asked, "Can I just come one step closer?"

Kelly nodded, and then instantly regretted it. That one step brought him right up to her. She could smell his cologne and feel his warmth even though they weren't touching yet. She stared at his chest, knowing that if she looked up she was done. He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head. He lowered his to her and laid the softest kiss on her slightly parted lips. Kelly sighed a little and leaned into him. When Heath pulled back, he looked at her and said, "You're right."

She wasn't sure how to respond at first. She had at least expected some sort of debate, but his outright agreement threw her off.

"What?" she asked.

"I said you're right. I don't like meeting in these places either. I thought you would prefer it so that no one would see you cheating on LD, so I went along, but I always feel terrible about bringing you to these places. You're right. They're shit holes."

And at that moment the tension bubble popped and both of them started to laugh. Heath pulled her into his arms and gave her a warm kiss that, if she didn't know any better, almost felt like there was something more behind it. But Kelly refused to let herself think that far, at least not yet.

When they pulled apart, Heath, with a smile still on his face, softly touched Kelly's cheek, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"So what do you want to do?" he asked.

"Um, actually I hadn't even thought about it. I wasn't sure how the conversation was going to go." She paused for a moment, then asked, without looking up, "Do you want to come back to my place?"

"I'd love to."

Kelly turned her key in the lock and opened the door. Heath followed her in and stood for a moment looking around. The furniture was all older, classic pieces covered in rich, warm colors -- wine reds and chocolate browns, offset by bright, but deep, oranges and yellows. Heath felt as though he'd just stepped into a sunset. And there was a sweet scent in the air that he couldn't place. It was exactly the type of place he imagined for her. She took his coat and hung it with hers in the closet. When she turned back to him she asked if he'd like something to drink. Heath shook his head and just looked at her.

He was soaking in her exquisiteness. Everything about her aroused him. He couldn't wait any longer. He pulled her to him, one hand behind her head, the other around her waist, his hand splayed across the small of her back. He brought her lips to his and kissed her with a possessiveness that he didn't even know he felt. She parted her lips and his tongue swept in, tasting her. Her tongue rubbed against his as her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers in his hair.

Heath lifted her into the air and she hooked her legs around his waist. He carried her to the couch and they fell down onto the soft cushions. He had one arm under her head and the other hand was caressing her hip and thigh. Heath began to kiss a path down her neck to her collar bone to her chest.

"Wait," Kelly said breathlessly.

"What?" Heath asked. He looked at her as she pushed his chest a little to make him sit up. Kelly pulled herself out from under him and stood up.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Heath asked, confused.

"Nothing," she answered with a small, teasing smile. She pulled her soft, fitted t-shirt over her head and let it drop on the chair nearby. She then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and slid them down her deliciously curvy hips and long legs. She stepped out of them when they hit the floor and stood before him in a matching black lace bra and panties. Heath sat silently watching her, his breathing becoming shorter as his desire for her increased. He reached out to bring her back to him, but she gave her head a small shake, still smiling like the cat that got the cream. She then reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting that slide down her arms and tossed it to the chair as well. As she placed her fingers in the band for her panties Heath spoke.

"Baby, you're driving me crazy. You look so damn good. I want you so much."

"That's the goal," Kelly teased. "But not yet."

By this time Kelly stood before him, completely naked; her chest rising and falling slightly with each breath. She took a step toward him and reached out to pull him up from the couch. Once he stood, she pulled his shirt over his head and ran her hands across his broad shoulders and down his hard stomach. Heath sucked in his breath at her touch.

Kelly started to place light kisses down his neck and across his shoulders. As she continued to kiss his upper chest, she opened his pants and slowly pushed them down, having a little difficulty getting them over the bulge that was straining against the material. She continued to kiss down his chest, lowering herself to her knees. When she reached the top of his boxers, she slipped her fingers between his hot skin and the material and pulled them down.

By now Heath knew what she was planning and the thought of her sweet mouth made him even harder. Once his boxers were off, he was fully erect, standing straight out from his body, as if straining to get to her all on its own. Kelly slowly ran her tongue up and down the length of him, taking her time at both the bottom and the top. She flicked the tip of her tongue across his tip, making him moan a little. She continued to lick him, like a popsicle on a hot day, until finally she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around him. She moved her head back and forth, gently sucking as she went, and at the same time she used one hand to knead his balls and the other she placed around the bottom of his shaft to take care of that part; she couldn't fit all of him in her mouth without hitting the back of her throat, and gagging was not a particularly sexy sound.

She started off slowly, but picked up the pace when Heath gently placed his hand on the back of her head and urged her on. His moaning was becoming louder and he was beginning to thrust into her mouth slightly. She knew she was driving him crazy, and the thought pleased her immensely.

Heath wasn't sure how much of the sweet torture he could take. He was using every ounce of control to hold on for as long as he could, but he knew that with the way she was going, he didn't have much longer. Finally, when he couldn't stand it any longer, Heath took hold of Kelly's arms and pulled her up. Together they fell back onto the couch.

"Kelly, I need you now. No more playing," Heath growled.

She straddled him, positioned her hot tunnel over him and slid down in one smooth, quick motion.

"My god, yes," he groaned.

Kelly rose up high, so that only the tip was still inside and then began to slowly and gently bounce up and down, teasing him with her wet heat.

"Kelly, don't toy with me," Heath said, his voice strained.

"Tell me how much you want it," she answered.

"I need it, baby," he practically begged. That was the sound Kelly wanted. She dropped herself onto him so fast he let out a small grunt and lurched forward. "God, baby," he growled. "You're so fucking hot, and tight."

He grasped her hips and began to guide her, but Kelly took his hands and moved them up to her breasts. He wrapped his hands around them and caressed and kneaded the soft skin, rubbing the pad of his thumb across her hard nipples. The sensation made her gasp in pleasure. She continued to move up and down, rocking back and forth. The pace quickened and became wilder. Heath pulled her forward and wrapped his mouth around one of her breasts and began to suck. Kelly arched into his mouth as she continued to move. The feel of his lips around her breast and his hard dick pulsing inside her worked quickly and soon she could feel herself getting close. She leaned back and began to bounce and rock faster, gripping his arms as he gripped her hips, both of them panting.

"Oh my god, Heath! I'm gonna cum!"

"Go, baby! I'm with you!"

And together, they each found their release. Kelly collapsed on his chest and tried to catch her breath, while listening to Heath try to do the same.

"You know what I think we need?" Heath asked after a long, satisfying silence.

"Hmm?" Kelly responded without looking up. She had closed her eyes and had been absentmindedly running her fingers across his chest.

"A shower."

Upstairs, in the bathroom, the hot water steamed up the mirrors and continued to hang in the air making it heavy. Inside the shower Heath and Kelly's slick bodies pressed against each other, the water cascading around them. His mouth claimed hers over and over, each kiss even deeper than the last, the passion building feverishly with each exchange. Heath's tongue delved into Kelly's mouth as his fingers penetrated her core. She gasped and dropped her head back, the water running down her face. He kissed a path down her throat to her chest and continued to move his fingers expertly within her. He kissed back up the other side of her neck, and when he reached her ear, he gave it a small nibble and whispered, "Turn around, sweetness."

Kelly turned and bent over, leaning her head on her hands, braced on the wall; she spread her legs apart in anticipation. Heath firmly ran his hands up and down her back, and, when he reached her hips, he grasped them, positioned himself, and entered in a swift movement. Kelly made a small noise when he was fully imbedded.

"Are you okay?" Heath asked. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"God, no," Kelly sighed. "Feels good."

At that, Heath slowly began to move in and out, his hands holding onto her hips. With each thrust Kelly moaned a little. Heath reached around and, with one hand, began to fondle her breasts, and with the other, he started to toy with her clit. He knew he was driving her crazy, and he loved returning her favor from earlier. He could tell she was reaching her peak; her moans were becoming louder and she was bucking from his hand and his thrusts. He picked up the pace. Kelly began to gasp his name with every breath. His breath became ragged as he felt himself nearing his peak as well. He moved his hand on her clit faster causing her to scream in pleasure.

"OH GOD, HEATH! GOD! YES, BABY! RIGHT THERE!" Kelly cried out.

Heath plunged into her again and again, gathering speed. He could feel her pulsing around him; he knew she was about to cum. As soon as he felt her tighten and squeeze his shaft he allowed himself to join her. He let out a moan as he let go and filled her. It was the closest thing to paradise that Heath could imagine; the way she felt, her skin, her warmth, her taste, everything. Shewas his heaven.

He pulled out and guided Kelly to stand and turn toward him. Her eyes were still glazed from passion. Heath softly stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. He lowered his head and kissed her softly, almost sighing himself. The water had long since turned cold. He turned it off and they got out and dried off.

By now it was nearly 10 o'clock. They were getting ready to cross from the bathroom to the bedroom when Kelly heard the lock on the front door turn. As it opened she heard a voice call out, "Kelly? Sweetheart? It's me."

"Oh my god," Kelly whispered to Heath. "It's him.LD ."

"Hun?" he called from downstairs.

"Are you gonna answer him?" Heath quietly asked. He softly ran his hand up and down her arm and kissed the back of her neck.

"Uh... yeah," Kelly called down, trying to block out the sweet caresses Heath was inflicting upon her.