He led me to the guest room carrying pillows and blankets and offered me a glass of water...
"I'd love one thank you." My heart was pounding in my chest. When he was gone I chewed my lip... glanced at myself in the mirror. I am considered a beautiful woman, I know this... I hear it often. I am tiny, athletic and children gave me curves and softness in all the right places. I have long wavy auburn hair, bright green eyes, freckles over my nose... I am confident.
But I get so nervous. It's all the craziness of my past that keeps me from opening up to people. But I have to this man... we have spoken about our lives to each other very often in the weeks leading up to this night... he knows secrets about me, and me about him... I feel safe in his presence. I feel very open to him and want to open up even more... I feel an urge to lick his entire body... I feel an incredible pull to give him pleasure.
He came back into the room and hands me a cold glass of water. My heart is still pounding... we give each other a sly smile and he watches me take a sip slowly... and then lick my lips... our eyes locked. I set the glass down on the end table. I have had quite a bit to drink... but rather than drunk, at the time I feel like my senses are heightened... I almost feel like I can hear his heart beating too... beating fast.
"Well... goodnight... I hope you have sweet dreams." I say quietly with a smile... "Thanks for the blankets."... As the words come out of my mouth I am disappointed with myself... I wanted to be the siren, the seducer here... I wanted to demand he ravage me... tell him I wanted to suck his cock right then and there, demand he remove his pants... something sexy like that. Instead I said good night and wished him good dreams. Similar things had happened before when we had been alone and I just couldn't bring myself to make the move I wanted too.
I knew he would reciprocate... at least I was pretty sure he would... but something in me, my moral compass maybe, told me it was so wrong. This was my husband's friend. I was close to his wife. It was wrong, he loved me as a friend. What if he rejected me... what if he suddenly thought I was a horrible person for crossing the line... so many thoughts ran through my head... as I said goodnight... I was a good wife, a good mother, a good friend. I had not kissed another man in more than 8 years... never been touched by another man... fucked by another man... I was not the kind of woman who would do something like this... but I wanted to be that woman.
"Lila." He said quietly. "She's sleeping." Referring to his wife... I felt my body go a little hot... he looked me up and down and smiled again... "You are so beautiful."
"I've waited about 5 years for you to notice." It was almost as if I had no control over myself any more... I heard the words come out of my mouth... I had pictured this moment so many times and had thought out what I would say and do but now that all this was happening all plans were out of my reach... and the words just fell out...
"I've noticed. I can't stop noticing." He took a step closer to me.
"Touch me." As soon as I said it his smile grew and he reached his hand to my face and we kissed. It was hot and wet and the taste of his mouth is now one of my favorite things... he starts saying my name over and over in-between kisses and caresses... I reach down and feel how hard he is through his jeans... we kiss, and bite each other's lips, lick each other's tongues and suck each other's necks for a good fifteen minutes before he breaks away too look at me...
"I've wanted you for so long." He looked down at my body, reached out and ran his hand down from my neck, over my breasts and between my legs... he knelt down on his knees then and undid my pants, I let him... still thoughts in my head that I was a married woman... my friend was sleeping upstairs... this was wrong... but I knew I wanted it and wasn't going to stop it. He pulled my pants down and then my underwear... he looked up at me and smiled again... "You have a bare little pussy..." he said quietly... I was so nervous now... I couldn't even speak... "Lay down" He motioned towards the bed... and I did, moving backwards and laying down, he was on me in a second... his hands pushing my legs open, his tongue plunging into my pussy... I know I let out a loud gasp and he looked up at me as he licked my clit and tasted me... I am a screamer. Always have been... so as soon as he put his fingers inside me... I sat up... I knew that if we started having sex, or I got too worked up that I would be loud...
"We can't do this with her upstairs."... again as the words came out of my mouth it felt like I was listening to someone else speak.
