Traveler: A Woman's Erotic Odyssey

By Roberta Banks

 Nancy White is one classy lady with everything you could ask for. Great kids, great job, great husband. Well, great husband except for the fact that he has about as much interest in sex these days as a Franciscan monk. When an online affair heats up, she takes the bold move of taking some time out to go and meet him, and a long weekend of wild and passionate sex puts truth to the adage that a journey of a thousand orgasms starts with but a single step. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roberta Banks
• Release date: Apr 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507013915

Book preview

Nancy White put the keys in the ignition. Paused. She was actually doing this. Was she actually doing this ? She was actually doing this.

She'd spent some time fabricating a story. There was even a conference she'd registered herself in that *technically* would have been of some use to her and her career, if she had been actually planning to attend it. Perhaps she still would. Perhaps this was all some fantasy that would come to naught.

But without fantasy, without dreams, of whatever size, what was life ?

As she pulled out of the driveway of their well planned and hard earned home, she cast her mind back. Childhood. Teens. College. Work. Marriage. Motherhood. More work.

She turned the wheel left, and the restrained power of the Audi hummed beneath her as her lips pressed together in reflection. She was in her traveling clothes, albeit sexier ones that she usually wore. Sapphire blue lace underthings. She'd packed for a weekend, as she had so many times before. This time was obviously a little different.

The scenery rolled past. Town and country. Out of the leafy suburb. Green. Blue. White of sky. Clouds. Trees endless in their summer leaf.

***

The flight up had been unremarkable, as she sailed over and high above the North American continent. Leaving her home. The great plains, the Rockies.

She only had her carry on. She reclined in her chair and cracked open her iPad, reviewed some of the chats they'd had, that she'd saved.

Rob: Tell me what you're wearing and what you're doing.

Nancy: I'm sitting alone at my desk, hubby is finally in bed. I'm wearing a sheer yellow lace nighty, with matching yellow lace bra and little yellow lace panties. I loved the last story you write me. I actually read it three times back to back. My panties were soaking wet by the time I was done. I'm just letting you know I'm ready to read it again and finger myself until I cum.

Rob:Mmmm. I love the sound of that outfit. I'd so love to be watching you finger yourself right now at your desk. You're making my cock so hard reading that you're playing with yourself right now.

Nancy: I love making your cock hard.

Rob:Do you like that ? Do you like that I'm stroking my cock, thinking of you in your panties playing with yourself while you read my story, and while we chat ?

Nancy:I looooooove it....

Rob: Yeah, you like that I'm thinking about your hot wet married cunt while I stroke my throbbing rod ? While I milk the precum out of it that I'd love you to be lapping up while I make you my sweet little whore ?

Nancy:Mmmm. I'd love to be licking your balls, licking your shaft, lapping all the precum up...

Rob:Yeah, and having me get you on your knees ? So I could fuck your pretty little married mouth ? Taking every inch of my cock while I pulled your hair and fucked your pretty little face ?

Nancy: I would love to be on my knees for you, feeling your cock banging against the back of my throat.

Other times he would be more poetic. He seemed to really care about how hard she worked to keep it all together, how hard she worked at her job, how it had been hard for her to admit that she needed sex beyond the pitiful trickle her husband was giving her.

Rob:I love your intelligence, and your integrity and your sensitivity, and your coming to terms with all these things. I am so turned on by the idea of taking your burden off, if even for a brief passage of time. Of returning you to that primal garden of Eden. Of burying my cock deep in you and making us one. Of spurting my molten joy into you as I make you my bitch, my whore, my friend, my Queen. If only for a weekend.

Nancy: I love the way you write about sex.

Rob:I think of using you in every way a woman can be used. Of using you over and over and over again. Of bringing out in you what brings out in me a gravity, a standing lightning bolt. A solar pillar that rends the sky to ocean and Earth. My piercing cock rending, splitting, taking, opening, searching, finding.

She quivered in her seat, feeling the wetness and tingling between her legs, wishing she could attend to it. She lay back and dozed.

**

After an 8 hour flight, her plane touched down at 9:04 on a sunny Friday morning, Pacific Time. Golden sunlight played among scattered clouds on a horizon of West coast pale diaphanous blue.

Making her way through Canadian customs, ( Did she have anything to declare ?