She walked into his life one wet Thursday a couple of weeks before Christmas. He knew immediately that nothing would ever be the same again.
Within the month his personal universe was already burning out of control. There would be only ashes when the fire finally died.
He knew this too.
She was five foot eight of pure distraction. A dark brunette with the dark henna-red highlights favoured in certain parts of central Europe. Hair pulled back in a quite severe ponytail that nevertheless bounced cheerfully when she moved. Eyeliner framing startling green eyes flecked with hazel that changed, catlike according to the light. She was what he would later describe as handsome rather than pretty. A strong face, a quite sharply defined face that did not deny her 40 years, but seemed rather to acknowledge it and then discard it. There is beauty and there is beauty. She was beautiful.
She moved in a way that demanded he watch, and she smelled like no woman he had ever smelled before.
There was also something a little broken and lost about her that triggered an instinctual response in him. The nearly 20 year age difference worried him. But not enough.
He had never expected to feel like this again.
Nothing he could do was voluntary.
He tried to resist.
They both had partners.
He had married the love of his life more than 20 years ago. She had recently acquired a man who was also a colleague and moved him into her flat. By all accounts he was a jealous and controlling lover. Maybe she felt she needed control, maybe she was punishing herself for some reason only she understood.
Whatever this was between them, it was slowed for a while, but was never stopped by these realities. Six months passed.
They flirted, they argued. They stopped talking, they restarted talking.
He tortured himself, unable to stop thinking about her, trying not to think about being with her.
Still he resisted.
She was always there.
Months passed.
They found themselves alone together at work. He leaned in and kissed her.
Just once. Not a hot, desperate, passionate kiss. A quite hesitant, almost chaste, yet oddly determined kiss. But a kiss nevertheless. A line had been crossed. She texted him later to say she had liked it.
He knew he was also lost. More months passed.
They grabbed what time they could. Met in secret, on the few occasions they could. Developed a secret code.
Kissed and talked.
Fucked occasionally in his car or her car. Once in the open, at a public park, behind a stand of trees as the sky opened and the rain drenched them both.
Curiously, neither of them felt the need to get a hotel room at any point. The very ephemeral nature of what they did seemed to please both of them.
They talked more and more. Gradually one increased their trust in the other.
And just occasionally they told each other lies to try to keep some control on their spinning lives. They started to talk about their fantasies, their desires, what they needed.
Another line was crossed.
More months passed.
Plans were laid.
Plans were broken.
Life got in the way.
More plans were laid.
Finally the day arrived.
They met in the early afternoon, at the back of a pub car park. it was far enough away from her flat to be reasonably safe from her lover and the pub was occasionally used by her group of girlfriends, which was indeed tonight's excuse.
She left her car and her phone behind and joined him in his car.
They drove some way to a lake. Parked away from prying eyes at the far end of the carpark under some trees.
They sat in silence for a while as the sun set behind the treeline on the other side of the lake.
She had been carrying out his instructions for a week, brought herself to the edge of orgasm time after time. She had fucked her lover as normal, but held back her own orgasm. Difficult at first, but increasingly easy each time. Indeed, she found herself wondering if she would ever cum with him again, if she had already condemned herself to an orgasm free relationship.
She ached to cum. She was almost continuously wet and aroused, her clit reminding her of this fact at every opportunity. Her nipples ached from being tight all the time.
He found himself on the backseat. She was astride him, leaning forward, kissing him so gently, staring into his eyes.
She was wearing just a light sundress and panties. She slipped the dress off her shoulders and her breasts popped free.
He drank her in, every tiny detail. The slight size difference between her breasts, the way one nipple was tighter than the other, the mole on one. He placed his hands on them as though he had never seen them before, hefted them gently, rolled her nipples between finger and thumb.
She half closed her eyes and let out a small, deep moan.
She spread her legs wider, the dress rode up, he could see the tiny white panties she was wearing.
She leaned forward and undid his belt and trousers. His cock, suddenly released, sprung into view.
She pulled her panties to one side and slid her wet pussy lips around the head of his straining cock.
He too moaned as she slowly moved around him, taking him further inside her with each tiny movement.
Once he was finally all the way inside her they stopped, absolutely still, staring into each others eyes.
He felt her gently gripping him, smelled her, saw her, tasted her. He had never had anything like this.
He pulled her forward kissing each breast, licking and sucking and biting on each nipple in turn until she felt they would explode.
Still she kept her pussy unmoving, holding onto him, her muscles rippling inside her involuntarily. Eventually, he groaned and lifted his hips, she responded as he drove even deeper momentarily.
He lifted her off him and laid her along the back seat. She looked up at him without shame, legs spread, pussy open and glistening she played with her own nipple distractedly.
He lifted her hips up toward him, spread her legs even further and slowly moved his mouth down to her pussy.
The smell of her was intoxicating, he could not get enough. As the tip of his tongue gently contacted the tip of her clit, then gradually increased the pressure and movement, his nostrils greedily devoured the smell of her.
She closed her eyes and let herself go, the sensations from her pussy started to take over, she only existed in her pussy as it started the long climb towards orgasm once again.
His mouth and tongue worked steadily on her. He licked and sucked her clit, her inner lips, slid one, two, then three fingers inside her. Gently he coaxed her along the way, building her up at each stage, letting her own urgency guide him.
Eventually he sensed that she was at the plateau just below the summit and started to increase the pace and pressure. She groaned and squirmed under him, driving her pelvis upward to increase the pressure still further. The speed increased, she reached out and gripped the back of his head pulling his tongue even deeper into herself.
He sensed the point of no return and broke free, gasping.
She squealed, arms covering her face, hips still moving against nothing but the warm air, where his face had been.
They locked eyes again. Smiling, laughing a little.
She ached and twitched for that long awaited orgasm, but the anticipation...oh the anticipation! Round 2.
If anything she was even closer to that ultimate goal this time. But this time she warned him herself that the point of no return was upon her, and between them they brought her back down to earth.
Round 3.
Fully in control this time. She rode the edge of her climax for what felt like an eternity. His tongue worked hard at her aching clit. He sucked and licked it till his mouth too was aching. She grasped the back of his head and drove his tongue as deep as it could go, then at times lessened the pressure and used him to tease herself with the gentlest of contact.
It seemed to last forever.
But all things end.
Their phone alarms went off almost simultaneously.
The sudden intrusion into their world made them both jump and then laugh.
They sat up gasping and giggling and after a moment, started to replace their clothing.
A little cleaning up was also required.
His angry cock took some time to relax.
Her pussy twitched and grasped at nothing, wetness oozed out of her still.
She did not replace her panties.
Unnoticed a man and his dog who had been attending under the trees finally moved away.
Eventually they were both calmed enough to move to the front seats.
He drove them the twenty minutes to the pre-arranged hotel.
It was a slightly faded Victorian place. Part Scottish Baronial, part wedding cake. Nevertheless it had a certain elegance.
The car crunched along the long gravel driveway until the hotel came into view.
The obligatory gravel turning circle in front of the columned portico had a generous pool and fountain in the centre of it. Manicured lawns stretched around with huge copper beech tress studded in them.
The 2 day stay had cost them a significant amount of money.
He parked among a group of cars in the guest's carpark under yet another huge copper beech tree.
They picked up their bags and made their way, hand in hand to the entrance under the portico.
Glass, brass and polished wood. The smell of beeswax and coffee.
