A weekend affair episode 1 & 2

🙈A WEEKEND AFFAIR🙈🙈
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EPISODE 01😜😜😜😜
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After receiving a call from her grandmother,
Francesca nicknamed Frankie sat drumming
her f!ngerson the bar. Her gl@ss of white wine
nearly empty. So de-ep in thought, she hadn’t
noticed when a man sat next to her until he
spoke. And not realizing she was crying until
the stranger handed her a handkerchief.
“Why is such a beautiful woman sitting by
herself and crying?” he asked her in a thick
Italian accent.
She looked at him. He was tall, dressed in an
expensive suit, a Rolex on his wrist. He was
staring at her with the S-xiest blue eyes she
had ever seen. With his dark hair and
complexion, he looked like a Greek god,
though it was obvious he was Italian.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not in the habit of telling
strangers my problems.” She turned her head
away, planning on ignoring him, but he was
very persistent.
“My name is Ricco Santoro, and you are?” He
held out his hand to shake hers.
She takes it and reluctantly told him her name.
“I’m Francesca Spencer, but everyone calls me
Frankie.”
“Nice to meet you, Frankie. Now we are no
longer strangers. So tell me, why are you so
upset?” he asks as he waves the bartender
over and orders them both a drink.
When Ricco entered the bar and had seen her
sitting all alone he was instantly drawn to her.
She wore a little black dress that showed off
every curve of her slender b©dy. Her blond hair
was in a ponytail, he couldn’t help thinking how
much better it would look down. She was
indeed a knockout and knew he had to meet
her.
Well, why not tell him she thought, it wasn’t
like she was ever going to see him again. After
telling him the story he bec@m£ very quiet. She
could see he was thinking about what she had
just told him, then he gave her a smile that lit
up his face.
“Perhaps I could help you.”
She laughed, “Unless you can give me twenty-
five thousand dollars, then you can’t help me.”
“No. I will not give you the money, but I have a
deal for you,” he said, looking at herl-ips.
Frankie knew she should get up and leave, but
she was curious. “What kind of deal?”
“Have an affair with me.”
She looked at him to see if he was joking. Not
sure that she heard him right she looks at him,
frowning. “What did you say?”
“Have an affair with me, just for the weekend,”
he said, smiling.
“You’ll pay me twenty-five thousand dollars to
have a weekend affair with you?” She stood up,
her eyes flashing with anger, wanting to sl@p
his smug face. “I’m not a pr-stitute. If that’s
what you’re looking for I’m sure you can find
one for a lot cheaper.”
She went to walk away but he gr@bb£d her
arm, s£nding tingles up her spine. “I know
you’re not a pr-stitute, I don’t want one of
those.”
“Get your hand off me,” she snapped.
“ma-king love to me will be worth it, I can
make you feel things you could only dream of.
You need the money, and I want a weekend of
S-x, no strings attached.” He handed her a
card and whispered in her ear. “Think about it,
call me. I leave for Veg@s in two days and I
would love to have you join me.”
He turned and walked out leaving Frankie
standing there with her mouth open. His breath
on her n£¢k and the way he ran his hand
slowly up and down her arm left her
breathless.
She went home that night, the feel of him
stayed with her. The mere t©uçh of his hand on
her b©dy set it on fire, ma-king her w€t.
Embarr@ssed she tossed the card on the
kitchen table, str!pped and stepped into the
shower. But she kept thinking of the stranger
and what he was suggesting, could she really
do something like that. There was no doubt in
her mind that S-x with him would be amazing,
it was just a feeling she had.
The next morning she called her grandmother
to see how she was doing. She tried putting up
a br@ve front, but Frankie knew from her voice
that she was worried. If the money for the
back taxes, that her grandfather neglected to
pay for years wasn’t paid in the next few days
the house would be taken.
Frankie could not let that happen, not after
everything her grandmother had done for her.
So she made the decision to call Mr. Santoro.
“Mr. Santoro. I’ve made up my mind, I’ll do it.
But before we go I must have the money in my
grandmother’s account right away.”
“Consider it taken care of. I will pick you up
Friday morning, say 8 o’clock.”
Her hand shook as she gave him her address.
Now all she had to do was come up with a lie
to tell her grandmother as to where the money
c@m£ from. No way could she tell her the
truth, it would break the old woman’s heart.

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EPISODE 02😜😜😜😜
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Her palms were sweaty, heart pounding in her
che-st. It was almost 8’oclock and he would be
here any minute to pick her up. She couldn’t
help wondering if she had made the biggest
mistake of her life. What was she thinking,
going away with a perfect stranger for a
weekend of S-x, my God, she didn’t even know
the man? What if he were a murderer, or
married, or some kind of S-x per-vert. She
jumped when there was a knock at the door.
Walking slowly toward the door, hesitating
before opening it, then he knocked again,
h@rder this time.
Opening the door all she could do was stand
frozen to the sp©t. When she said nothing he
walked right in as if he owned the place.
“Are you re-ady to go Frankie?” He turned
slowly, checking out what she was wearing. He
must have been plea-sed, judging from the
smile on his face.
Frankie was wearing a short black Sk-irt, a pink
silk blouse and heels.
Still standing at the door in silence he walked
back over to her, shutting the door. “You look
frightened, are you?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Yes. How do I know
you’re not going to kill me?”
He laughed. “Do I look like a killer to you.”
She swallowed h@rd, staring into his eyes. “I
don’t know. I’ve never met a killer before.”
Again he laughed. “No. I am not going to kill
you. All I want is S-x, a weekend of S-x with a
beautiful woman.”
“What if it’s no good? What if we don’t cli-ck
S-xually?” She was hoping he would agree and
change his mind. She could always find
another way to pay him back.
Instead of answering he gr@bb£d her so swiftly
she hadn’t time to react. Putting her up against
the wall he pinned her hands above her head,
hisl-ips c@m£ down h@rd on hers. His ton-gue
went in,side her mouth, exploring, teasing. His
one hand went up in,side the short Sk-irt she
wore and in,side the silk P@nties. ru-bbing
gently, she felt when he sli-pped a f!nger in,side,
going in de-ep and moving it around, then in
and out.
She tried not to make a sound, but the way he
was k!ss!ngher, and the way his f!nger played
in,side her she couldn’t st©p the m0@n that
escaped from de-ep down in her throat. Oh
God, she felt herself getting w€t and close to
coming.
When he st©pped, pu-lling his f!nger out she
gro-an ed from frustration, not wanting him to
st©p. It felt amazing, ma-king her forget all
about not wanting to go with him.
pu-lling away he watched how her eyes were
closed,l-ips p@rted, her brea-sts heaving ra-pidly
up and down. “Do you still wonder if we cli-ck
S-xually?”
She opened her eyes, her breathing finally
getting back to normal. “No,” she said
breathlessly.
Ricco almost lost control, one taste of herl-ips,
and the feel of her ar-used him, feeling his
er-ction growing, pressing against the Zi-pper.
If it weren’t for the fact that a plane was
waiting to fly them to Veg@s he would have
taken her right away.
Picking up her case held the door open. “Let’s
go shall we?”
Once they boarded the small plane he hired, he
offered her a drink. “No, It’s too early to drink,”
she answered.
“He chuckled. “Yes, I know. I was thinking
more along the line of coffee, or tea perhaps.”
Frankie was still trying to settle her nerves
from earlier, and now she really felt foolish.
“Tea plea-se, one sugar, no milk.”
“Do not be nervous Frankie, I will not hurt you,
but I will use your b©dy all weekend. I will give
you great plea-sure, and I expect you to do the
same for me.”
“I won’t do anything per-verted, I’m not into
sp@ñking or any kind of physical beatings,” she
told him with a stern look plastered on her
face.
“That’s fine. Just give me good S-x and lots of
it and we’ll get along,” he said, letting his eyes
take in her b©dy.
Getting up he went and sat next to Frankie,
taking her face in his hand started k!ss!ngher.
Putting a hand on her firm br£@st his k!ss
de-epened, she started responding, de-epening
his excitement.
Seeing they were alone he laid her down,
moving down to her n£¢k, hisl-ips moved
down to the t©p of her brea-sts. She felt so
warm and soft. He could hear her heavy
breathing, and when she m0@n ed it sounded
like a cat purring.
When he heard the pilot announcing their
arrival in Veg@s he stood up, straightening his
suit. He then helped her up and watched as
she pu-ll-ed her Sk-irt down and adjusted her
t©p. She was beautiful but she did look sad.
“You look sad, did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No. It’s not that, well I don’t make out with
someone I don’t know, and I feel kind of
cheap.” She looked away, avoiding his eyes.
Putting his hands on her face he gives her a
smile. “Do not feel that way, you are not
cheap. I know you are a good girl. But there is
no denying that we have chemistry, and I know
that S-x between us will be amazing.” He then
gave her a tender k!ss, holding her close.
Once they got to their room she walked
around, amazed at how gorgeous it was. There
was a great view of the city from the balcony.
Coming back into the room she saw Ricco
undressing and she started trembling. She
wasn’t expecting to get right down to it so
soon.
He smiled at her. “Tell me, Frankie, are you on
birth control?”
She swallowed h@rd. “Yes,” she answered.
“That’s good, I won’t have to wear a c0nd0m
then. I always use them but I’ll not with you, I
hate wearing them, they spoil the mood.”
With his shi-t off, and she saw how muscular
Ricco was, she started feeling h0t. She wasn’t
sure what to do. Should she wait for him to
undress her, or should she start, she didn’t
have to wait long to find out.”
“Are you going to undress, or do you want me
to do it for you?” he asked as he unZi-pped his
P@nts and pu-ll-ed them off.
When she didn’t answer he walked over,
turning her around k!$$£d the back of her n£¢k
as he undid the Zi-pper on her Sk-irt. Letting it
fall to the floor, then he pu-ll-ed her t©p over her
head. Then he unclasped her br@, sliding it off
and tossing it to the floor. Turning her back
around he looked at her brea-sts, a smile
spre-ad across his face.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?
Come and k!ssme,” he ordered her.
Moving closer she began trembling as she put
her arms around his n£¢k, lifting her head up
to k!sshim. St©pping she looked up at him,
his green eyes stared into hers. “I don’t think I
can do this,” she cried out.
“Yes, you can,” he said as he cu-pped her
brea-sts in his hands, bending over he took one
in his mouth. su-cking and feeling the n!ppl!
h@rden, hearing a m0@n escape herl-ips.
Then he picked her up and laid her down on
the be-d. Letting hisl-ips travel down until he
reached her th!ghs, opening her legs placed his
mouth between her. She let out a squeal.
“Ricco no, you can’t.”
He looked up. “Has no one done this to you
before?”
“No,” she replied.
“l@yback. I promise you’ll love it.”
As his mouth and ton-gue moved in,side her she
gr@bb£d the sheet between her f!ngers. Snd
began squirming and twisting, the sweat was
soaking her trembling b©dy and knew she was
about to come. “Ricco st©p, plea-se, I’m close
to coming.”
Hearing her plea-s to st©p he moved and
climbe-d on t©p. He needed re-lease now and
he would have it. So positioning himself at her
w€t opening, he plunged in thrû-sting de-ep
in,side her.
Frankie g@sped from the sudden impact when
he entered her, filling her to the very core.
Wra-pping her legs around his w@!st, moving
her h!ps to meet the beat of his thrû-sts. Then
she exploded, her b©dy shaking as she
scre-med, calling his name.
Coll@psing on t©p of Frankie, his breathing
h@rd, waited till it slowed down. Then looking
at her he k!$$£d her h@rd, it was demanding,
crushing herl-ips.
When he k!$$£d her she felt herself melting,
she forgot all about feeling cheap, the only
thing she felt was plea-sure and satisfaction.
Ricco rolled over onto his side, moving his
hand down her curves, loving the feel of her
skin. “I should have taken more time, given
you more. Next time will be better, I promise.”
“She smiled and stroked his damp che-st.
“Ricco, that was amazing.”
“We’ve just begun,” he whispered in her ear.

*TO BE CONTINUED*