Just Another Day Off

I had been working long hours as an ER doctor for years before my divorce was finalized. The paperwork is just a formality now, but the emotional weight remains heavy. A few weeks ago, I decided to take a day off from the hospital and invited an old college friend over whom I knew would understand my need for release. His name is Alex, and he's in his late thirties too, a stable guy who never pressured me into anything. We met at this cozy cafe near our university days, catching up on how life had changed us both. After lunch, we walked to a nearby hotel that's always quiet on weekdays. The room was small but comfortable; there wasn't much time for pleasantries before I pulled him by the hand towards the bed. I laid back, undressing quickly with my hands steady and precise, leaving no part of me hidden from his gaze. Alex followed suit, our eyes meeting as we both knew what this day was about. Once unclothed, he leaned over to kiss me deeply, but I stopped him gently, wanting the focus on physical release first. I straddled him then, guiding his cock into my wetness, moving in slow thrusts at first. My muscles clenched tightly around him as we built up intensity, each moan and sigh echoing off the walls of the room. Soon enough, I couldn't hold back anymore; I began riding him harder, our bodies colliding with a force that felt both primal and liberating. He reached up to massage my breasts while pressing kisses along my neck and collarbone, the sensation building pleasure into a sharp peak inside me. When I came, it was sudden and powerful, muscles clenching around him uncontrollably as waves of release washed over me. Alex followed soon after with his own release deep within me. We lay there for a moment afterwards, catching our breaths before dressing again quickly and leaving the hotel, each going our separate ways to return to reality outside.