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  Hot Revenge

  By Nicky Sasso

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  Hot Revenge

  Copyright 2019-Nicky Sasso

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  Hot Revenge

  Monotony, chronic fatigue, and the fact that I had never been in Switzerland made me stop doubting and decide to go on a weekend seminar funded by the pharmacological company for which I started working. Anyway, I had nothing better to do. It would probably have been another boring weekend that I spent alone in the flat.

  We started our journey early on a Friday morning. In the afternoon, we were already in front of a small, but luxurious hotel, where we were to be accommodated during the seminar. I woke up about forty minutes before we arrived at the destination. I really enjoyed the view of the beautiful nature that was flourishing around Lake Zurich in this chilly spring.

  I already realized on the plane that I wouldn’t have company in accordance with my taste. Though, as my few friends would say, it seemed that no one was in accordance with my taste. It was probably true. I was reserved and shy. Hardly did anyone draw my attention. Those who tried to make contact with me would hit a thick wall. Even though I denied it in front of my friends who pointed it out to me, when I was alone, I grew aware that they were right. But such was my nature. I wasn’t able to contradict it. There were few people who managed to make contact with me and continue to hang out with me. It was even more complicated with men.

  As soon as I took a shower and unpacked, I went out to see the environment while there was still sunlight. At seven o'clock in the evening, dinner was served, and at nine, a welcoming banquet was scheduled. Those were unimportant events where I had to show up.

  Fresh air and a walk along lonely paths through woods strengthened me and made me feel hungry. It was time for me to get back to my hotel room to get ready for dinner. I carefully chose the clothes in which I would appear at the banquet. No, it was not so that I would turn men’s heads. There were only few men at the banquet. It was for the female colleagues who would see me and comment on my looks. I knew what those meaningless talks were like. That was the reason why I stayed away from them did not want to be a topic of theirs. Since I didn’t spend my money on anything special, shopping became my passion. I would gladly buy good, brand-name clothing, shoes, and even lingerie. Sometimes I wondered why I was wearing Victoria's Secret underwear when there was no one to see them or take them off. For almost a year, I had not been with a man. But I still dolled up. It didn’t take much for me. I was twenty-eight. My genes gave me a youthful, pretty face and a slim body. I always considered my long legs to be my main assets. My breasts could have been bigger, but I liked them just the way they were. Beautiful, firm, my breasts defied gravity and had nipples facing upwards. All I needed was a long-sleeved white shirt, a short skintight black skirt, seamed stockings, and high-heeled shoes, and I was ready to get down to the banquet without excessive grooming.

  The situation was just as I imagined it. Chatting in groups of two or three women/girls. The men fidgeted and tried to make contact. The ladies were not afraid to let them into their groups. These seminars were very convenient places for casual encounters with strange men. I myself was aware that I attracted the attention of the opposite sex. Some men were interesting, but I wasn’t interested in them. With a glass of white wine, I stood aside. It was nice for me. I waited for this formality to be over, so that I could go to sleep. I planned to get up early and enjoy the beauty of this place that made me visit it more than anything else.

  At one point, the live music, which was discrete, paused. One gentleman said that the host would address us. Then the already announced general representative of the company that financed all this went on stage. My peace was lost. I couldn’t believe it. The man who just spoke to us, and I did not have the strength to listen to him because of the pounding in my head, was Richard, the father of my ex-boyfriend and the only love that caused me so much pain that I had not recovered still. I often thought about him and ran away from those thoughts in every way possible. But then, there, far away from London, someone who reminded me of him and my biggest disappointment appeared. My enjoyment was interrupted at that moment. It was another anxious weekend instead of a nice holiday in the nature. I drank wine in one gulp, put the glass down on the table next to me and almost immediately took another glass from the tray that was carried by the first waiter who passed me.

  And again, that feeling that wouldn’t leave me...

  I enrolled into a college to study pharmacy when I was eighteen. I was such a nerd. I had two friends from high school. I used to hang out only with them. I passed all exams with high marks. The most important thing for me was to finish my studies as soon as possible and to be independent. I didn’t think about boys. I had no experience. There were some suitors, but it all quickly ended. I was aware of the fact that I looked good. My friends were teasing me that I was vain and expected too much, but I knew they were wrong. I was patient. I waited for the right one to show up.

  During the second year of my studies, a guy who was repeating the grade joined my class. He was two years older than me. His name was James. We were in a lab. I was aware of the fact that I stopped listening to the teacher’s assistant and stared at this handsome guy. James had short black hair, regular features, brown eyes and a nice body. He was slightly over six feet tall. I liked his beautiful hands and long fingers.

  He approached me first. We were on a break. He had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. We were alone in the hallway, because everyone except us went to smoke. He told me he loved football and played for a local club.

  - Nothing special. It’s more like a hobby. - He told me this, smiling. He was not pushy, but he asked like a million questions to which I responded with a smile. Smile, smiles... That's what was etched in my memory. We entertained each other. Time passed, and we were becoming increasingly closer. I was aware that I was in love and that he was the one. I was still too shy, but I let him kiss me. He was patient and persistent. We walked and cuddled late in the evening for a long time. Kisses became longer and more passionate. I was more relaxed, allowing his tongue to penetrate deeper into my mouth and intertwine with my tongue. We walked next to Hyde Park when he paused in a shade, drew me close to his body strongly, as always, and touched me with his lips through which he protruded his wet tongue. My heart was pounding. I hugged him. He hugged me strongly, pushing his body against mine. For the first time I felt the firmness of a penis against my body. I was a little scared and embarrassed. I stepped back and looked down at him. The bulge changed the shape of his jeans. He was a little uncomfortable, too. He blushed and smiled. We waited a little bit and then we continued to walk. That night, I kept thinking about his bulge. That firm thing against my stomach. I couldn’t sleep. Days passed, and we were seeing each other at classes and went for walks every evening. We kissed. Every time I felt the firmness in his jeans, I stepped back.

  I was spending less and less time with my friends. But I heard from them that I was the one who had to do something to make things different. I had to make the next move, because James clearly understood that he shouldn’t be hasty with me.

  We walked that evening for a long time, cuddling and talking. We reached the edge of the park. Hidden by darkness, we began to kiss. I loved the touch of those lips and the tongue that darted. Our bodies were against each other. I felt again the hardness through his jeans. I slowly lowered my hands from his shoulders and came to that place, stroking him. He stopped kissing. I continued. I passed my hand across the bulge, which seemed to move for a moment. He sighed and continued kissing me. I continued caressing and squeezing him over the jeans. His different breathing felt good. Slower, quieter... more beautiful. The bulge was getting
bigger and bigger. I began to unzip his jeans. I felt it through the thin fabric of his underwear. James’s breathing accelerated. He grabbed my hand with his left hand and placed it in his underwear. I caught it with my fingers. I felt the delicate skin of that firm dick and began to move my hand up and down. His moans became increasingly intense. I started to move my hand faster. After his long moan through the teeth, my hand was sticky with sperm.

  I couldn’t wait for us to see each other again and hide somewhere in the dark. I liked it that I was able to do something that he enjoyed. It was nicer and nicer for me, too. I was giving him handjobs every night in various secluded places for months. He tried to put his fingers into the interior of my trousers, but I didn’t let him. I was not ready. I was not relaxed. I didn’t imagine it in that way.

  One Saturday, he invited me to watch his game and go to his place afterwards, because his parents were away. He was too handsome in his jersey and too beautiful as he ran on the field. I could see every muscle of his. His beautiful, muscular legs came to the fore. I imagined that his cock would soon get erect between those thighs and I would play with it. I kept thinking about it constantly. The match passed quickly. His team won. He happily ran to the fence where I was sitting, kissed me and said:

  - I’m just going to change. I’ll be back soon!

  - Don’t. Stay in the jersey. - I just smiled.

  He ran to the bench, took his backpack, waved to his friends, jumped over the fence, hugged me and we left. He lived nearby. I couldn’t wait to get to his house. We walked through the courtyard of a big house, at which I didn’t even glance. I wanted only one thing. Right at the door, I began to kiss and hug him.

  - Wait for me to take a shower.

  I didn’t let him go. I helped him undress. I saw him naked for the first time. For the first time, I saw his dick in the daylight. It was almost completely erect. I got butterflies in the stomach. He was in front of me totally naked. All toned, beautiful. He had a nice firm bum. He was not hairy. He just had a few black hairs above the cock. He smiled like a brat.

  - Let’s take a shower together.

  We kissed. He was slowly taking off my clothes. I was embarrassed, but I knew I had to get over it. I wanted to be his completely. I never forgot the way he looked at and touched my breasts. I was embarrassed when they began to stiffen. I couldn’t help but sigh when he touched them with his wet tongue. I touched him, too. I stroked his back and bum. I felt his completely hard cock against my naked body. I couldn’t help it. I grabbed him by the hard cock that I loved so much. He groaned. It was what I wanted to hear. His fingertip touched my pussy, of whose wetness I wasn’t aware. I jerked the hard cock and let it spill its sticky liquid all over me. We slowly showered for a long time. He bathed me like a child. He kept touching my body with a bar of soap. Then he said we should go to bed. To his parents’ double bed, because it was large, not like his kids’ bed.

  We went naked to the room, which was almost entirely occupied by the large double bed. We rolled on the bed for the first time. Totally naked. His cock was fully hard again.

  - Lucy, you want to try it now?

  I just blinked. I knew we both wanted the same thing. I wanted him to be the one who would take my virginity and the one who would be mine forever.

  At first, it wasn’t easy, but the whole weekend was upon us. He came several times that day, trying to satisfy me. Only later in the evening, I was able to have an orgasm. I got relaxed. I spread my legs seductively, allowing him to put them on his shoulders. He was deep inside me. He took it out slowly. I sighed. I felt craziness in my body. He sped up. I was louder, pinching him on the back, bum, whatever body part was under my hands. I experienced my first orgasm with James in his parents’ bedroom. Only when I came to my senses did I see a picture of his parents - Richard and Helen, on the bedside table.

  And then I was there in Zurich, looking at Richard, in person. Memories of the most beautiful but also the saddest days of my life, were flooding back. I didn’t listen to Richard's speech. I wasn’t able to. As in hypermnesia, everything I experienced with James was coming back to me.We were a real couple. Every day we were together in college. We went out for drinks. We studied together. We had lots and lots of sex. We were both discovering it. He was my first, but he hadn’t had a lot of experience before me. I was getting more and more relaxed. Orgasms were not absent. On the contrary, they were getting more intense and more frequent. Mostly we had sex at his home, because his parents were often away. We preferred to do it in their bed, because it was the most comfortable. There we tried out all kinds of positions. There James licked my pussy for the first time. I enjoyed him and his cock. He liked to shag rough, which was becoming better and better for me.

  When his parents were home, we would pretend that we were studying. In fact, I slowly sucked his cock for a long time. We would leave the door ajar, so that we could hear steps along the wooden staircase and stop in time. I swallowed so much sperm, so that we wouldn’t leave any traces, whenever we thought someone was climbing the stairs. Basically I spent most of the time in a skirt, without panties, so that James would be able to play with my pussy whenever he wanted. He would shag me with a finger of one hand, while his other hand was on my mouth, so that he would muffle my moans.

  I can’t forget the day when his parents had guests for lunch, and we went to his room, pretending to be studying for an exam. Their business partners and their fat daughter, who was of our age, were visiting them. We were so horny that I bent over and leaned against the door, which was ajar, so that I could keep an eye on them in case somebody was coming upstairs, while he was shagging me from behind. In our room, we heard only the slapping of his body against mine, while a loud murmur was coming from downstairs. The circumstances made me so aroused that I climaxed twice while James was thrusting from behind. When I finished the second time, I thought our guests’ fat daughter passed by the door, going from the bathroom. When I said that to James, we started rolling with laughter. Afterwards, we joined them downstairs for dessert, and I was still without panties. The fat girl stared at us from time to time. I was aroused by the thought everyone knew we had just shagged. Richard was very amicable. He was smiling the whole time, so I was convinced that he was sure his son had just shagged the girl who was sitting at the table with them and eating cake.

  Richard, as the host of the seminar, also smiled. He was supposed to convince everyone that it was profitable to work with his company. I still didn’t have the strength to listen to him. I took another glass of wine. The other women didn’t take their eyes off him, as always. Richard was a shagger and James didn’t like him because of that. I knew they didn’t get along. James always said that he would never be like him, that he would not cheat on his wife and that he always took the side of his mother, who loved the role of the sufferer. But the sufferer who would never get a divorce and leave the comfort she had with Richard. Everything had to be top-class with her, even her bad marriage. Helen didn’t like me either. I didn’t come from a notable family that would fit her family. It was so obvious at first, but as time passed by, I was more and more aware of it. She didn’t like the fact that her only son was in love with a girl from an ordinary family, but she liked the fact that the girl studied with him, so that he could pass his exams in college. I realized too late that Helen was much more powerful than me.

  We graduated and already talked about getting married. At that point, the economic crisis began, and Richard's work was endangered. All this happened so quickly that I didn’t realize it. James distanced himself from me. I felt that something was wrong, even though he denied it. One night I followed him and saw him leaving a restaurant with the fat daughter of their friends. I knew that, at the time, he didn’t have the money for such a restaurant. The fat girl happily smiled as he opened the door for her and walked with her to the car, with his arms around her shoulders. I understood what was going on. Soon after, James married her. My world collapsed.


  Again I was watching that world. This time I was part of it in a fancy hotel in Switzerland surrounded by crooks and Bridget Joneses. Almost five years passed and I still did not recover. I was angry and crazy. Sometimes I was eager to try to forget everything, and sometimes to take revenge against everyone involved. I didn’t let men come near me. I rejected them. I was still looking for a James. There were attempts to force me to go out with someone. I tried to have sex, but I could not.

  - Lucy, is that you? - Richard, whom I didn’t notice approaching, addressed me. He wanted to shake hands with me.

  - Good evening. - I responded automatically.

  - You haven’t changed a bit. You look just like you looked earlier... We haven’t seen each other for a long time. - I felt slight discomfort in his voice. Surely he himself was aware of what I had been through. To break the tension, he stopped a waiter and took two glasses of wine for us. I accepted a glass because I didn’t know how to react.

  - Who are you with here?

  - I’m alone.

  - You look just like when we first met. - He couldn’t help himself. He had to flirt even with his son’s ex-fiancée.

  - Thank you. - I siad with a smile. I wasn’t tipsy, but I found this situation to be crazy and funny. Surely he glanced around the room and saw that I was one of the youngest and the most attractive women. He didn’t mind the fact that he was twice my age. He must have been at least 55 or 56. He questioned me about everything, and I responded. He claimed that he always knew I was going to succeed at my job. We talked about everything but James. At one point, I tried to compare them, although they didn’t really look alike. Richard was taller and slimmer. He was fit for his age. I could see he took care of himself. He was well dressed. He was wearing a light pink shirt that fit well his nice, broad shoulders. The grey hair on the side of his head gave him a special charm. His eyes were sparkling as always. It was the only thing James inherited from him. I drank my fourth glass of wine, feeling its effect slightly. I couldn’t blame the alcohol, but surely I wouldn’t have decided to start flirting with Richard so quickly if it hadn’t been for it. Already we sat in a booth. People were dispersing. I crossed my long legs like a whore. I even asked for a cigarette from him, only to see him leaning towards me while lighting it. I saw his look that went to my tits when I leaned. I had spent so much time thinking about what kind of guy I should appear with before James, so that he would go crazy with jealousy when he saw me, and what I could do to drive him crazy... Suddenly it seemed to me that the ideal solution for revenge was right there before me.