Ten years ago I was sent on a trip to Bogota by my company to work with a quality control issue at the local factory. It was my first trip outside of the country. On the plane on the flight down a man sat beside me, a businessman who traveled a lot, and this was his umpteenth trip to Bogota. We talked a lot and got along real well. Sometime during the trip I noticed that he was touching my hand. I let his hand stay on mine while we talked.

Among the other things we talked about was what hotels we were staying at, and he told me that he would be available to take me to dinner, if I didn't have any other commitments.

On the third night I was there, I told the local office that I wanted to rest and stay in and not go out. But after being at the hotel for while, I went downstairs and took a cab to the hotel where the man I met on the plane was staying. I asked for him, and to my surprise they just gave me his room number. I walked up to the second floor and knocked on his door.

He opened, apologized for not calling me, he was half dressed, he was getting ready to go out to dinner with some business associates. But we talked, I sat on the bed, while we talked, then unexpectedly, he walked over and put his hand between my legs pushed me back on the bed and grabbed me hard between my legs, and asked me in a hard voice if wanted some of that.

I couldn't answer because his tongue was in my mouth, he had slipped his hand out from between my legs and pushed it down my pants. He was feeling me up, like you get felt up in high school. His fingers pushed until I opened my legs and he fingered me. He was rough, not soft at all, he put two fingers deep in me, I reached down to push my pants down because it hurt and I needed to open my legs apart.

The next thing I remember was having his dick in my face and telling me to suck him. I had my mouth full, and he pulled his dick out of my mouth, and got on me facing across my legs, pushed my pants and panties down and went down on me, while he pushed his dick in my mouth and fucked me in the mouth. He kept trying to push it down my throat, but I just could not do that and kept apologizing, I kept trying to suck on it hard, but he wanted me to swallow it.

We were very hot and he stripped my clothes off and took off his pants and he fucked me, he fucked me, there was no participation, he fucked me. I don't know if I had an orgasm, I think I did, but then he lifted my legs up high and put his dick against my anus and leaned down hard on me pushing my legs up and he finished by fucking me in the ass.

I remember that night like it was yesterday, it was the one and only time I really got fucked. I was never really ever able to get his dick down my throat but I wish I had. We had that one night in Bogota, far away from my husband and my children, far away from my other reality, far away from what is supposed to be my normal life.

In all my years before that night I never imagined something like that. I never imagined what it would feel like to just be used like that. I suppose I always imagined it as being bad. But it wasn't, it is my memory of sex. And I wish it would happen again. Maybe it can't, maybe it can only happen when you don't know each other and you don't have to talk in the morning. Whatever it was, it is burned in my memory. If there is a confession it is that I liked ting fucked.