I pull into the driveway just as the first, fat drops begin to splatter my windshield. I hurry and park as quickly as I can but even the few seconds it takes are long enough that, by the time I get out of my car and dash for the front door, it's as if a giant tap has been opened up in the sky above.
"So much for helping with the yard work," I mutter as I ring the doorbell. Oh well - plants don't care where their water comes from, they'll be happy either way.
I turn to watch the deluge falling behind me, sheltered by the small overhang above the door. I don't have to wait long before I hear the door opening. I turn back and I'm greeted by your lovely face, currently marred by a frown of concern.
"There you are," you say with relief by way of greeting. The frown turns into a smile, a far more familiar expression. "Come in, Craig! Come in!"
I follow you as you back away from the door and step inside your home.
"It's good to see you, Mai," I say, pronouncing it properly, as 'my'.
I open my arms step forward to claim my much anticipated hug. Hugging you feels fantastic - your body feels so soft and warm - and I try to get them whenever I can.
Lately I've been letting them linger, a bit longer than is polite. You never seem to mind though and always tell me you enjoy our hugs as much as I do.
You eye my wet clothes dubiously but then smile and open your arms as well.
"Yuck, cold!" you say as we squeeze each other close.
"You didn't have to let me hug you, silly," I laugh lightly. But inside I'm glad you did.
"I like your hugs," you say. "Even cold, wet ones!"
"I like your hugs too, Mai," I reply. We still haven't released each other and my heart begins to beat a little faster. I experimentally squeeze a little tighter. To my pleasant surprise you squeeze back.
"You arms feel so good and strong," you sigh with contentment. You place your head against my chest, long, dark hair partially shrouding your face as nestle in.
My mouth has become a little dry in my mounting excitement. I swallow before speaking.
"You feel good too, Mai. So soft and warm."
My words are bold and, if they'd been overheard by the wrong person, decidedly inappropriate. But I know we're alone in the house, with Jake not expected back for another week at least. It's part of the reason I drove over - to help you with some of your heavier chores.
"Thank you, Craig," you say, "You're so sweet."
I feel your voice vibrating through your body and mine. We've snuck in many lingering hugs together through the years, but this is by far the longest. I wish it would never end and you don't seem in a hurry to let go either.
I still feel guilty at how attracted I've become to you. We're both married, after all. I tried to resist it at first, but as time went on the guilt started to become a source of titillating pleasure in itself.
