"Yes... I think you're beautiful, Liz... Peter is really a lucky man to have you", he spoke softly as he caressed her back with one hand, while with the other he touched her forearm and rubbed small circles around it, "I'd do anything to find myself a woman like you..."
Suddenly feeling a sense of discomfort creeping into her at the direction the conversation was going, especially being so close to the charming young man whispering these sweet things into her ear, Elizabeth disentangled herself from Neal and in attempt to defuse the tension stammered:
"I... I think you are handsome too, Neal... and you're a good person too, any girl would be lucky to have you, I'm sure she's waiting just around the corner", she pushed the words out not even thinking about them, trying desperately to avoid his hypnotic gaze and sweet smile that appeared to bore a hole in her soul, "Please excuse me, I need to wash the glasses now..."
Almost knocking the table over as she stood, Elizabeth picks up still half-filled glasses and walks away to the sink by the window, anything just to avoid being in such proximity to the man who made her feel things she didn't feel for anyone except her husband in a very long time. Looking after her, Neal couldn't help but hate himself for the situation he put the poor woman in; even though he had her exactly where he wanted her, and his plan was moving along just as he imagined it would, the sense that he was betraying not only her trust but that of his best friend as well never stopped burrowing into his brain. He almost gave up there and then. Almost... he knew that if he backed out now, there won't be a second chance and even though he might regret it later, he will have to finish the seduction of his beautiful married friend.
'What is going on?!', Elizabeth's mind is screaming as she pours out the remainder of wine into the sink, trying to calm herself down in futility. Can it be that Neal was actually flirting with her? She always knew men find her attractive, there was no vanity in stating that simple fact, but never in a million years would she think this much younger man, one she almost thought of as a son or a younger brother, would be one of them. Did he really meant what he said when he touched her so innocently, yet so intimately? When he said that he would love to find a woman like her and gave her that look full of longing, was it true? A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of what that meant...
No, it can't possibly be true! And even if it was, why should she care? Or more importantly, why did it give her such goosebumps whenever she recalled the look in his eyes, that cheeky smile on his lips, that gentle touch on her arm? She was a married woman for god's sake, and she loved her husband! Sure, she found Neal attractive, she wasn't blind after all, but never thought about him in such a way... until now, when even the slightest memory of him triggered something deep inside her body, some forbidden heat that spread through her making her flushed even in this cool New York evening.
That's when she heard footsteps behind her, footsteps that she recognized as coming closer and closer to her with each passing second. She knew what she needed to do, she needed to turn around and confront him, putting an end to this game he was playing, whatever it was... yet she did nothing of the sort, as part of her that was stronger than anything else wanted to see what will happen next. She remained exactly where she was, absentmindedly turning the glasses around in her hands until she felt him touch her shoulder, touch that meant nothing yet at that moment felt like it was a door to a whole new world for Elizabeth.
"Did I say something wrong, Liz?", he asks her softly, his breath hot on her neck or perhaps she only felt that way.
"You didn't, Neal...", she tries to remain calm, but feels her own voice betraying her. And why did he call her Liz, when he never did that before... yet in this moment it felt like the most sensual thing something could say to her.
"Are you sure?", he probed further as his hand slid from her shoulder, down to her upper arm and squeezed lightly.
"I'm fine, I promise", she said trying to suppress a moan at his touch, feeling almost like she was drowning without a chance to escape, but wasn't even sure if she wanted to, "I just need to wash these..."
"I don't think that's what you need, Liz", he said with a certainty in his voice that took her breath away, but it was nothing compared to the moment his lips brushed against her neck, trailing light kisses down to her collarbone, finally eliciting a moan of pleasure from the depths of her sweating body. Still squeezing her arm with one of his hands, he started to slide the thin strap of her pretty dress down her left arm with the other, caressing every inch of exposed skin as he went further.
"Neal, please...", Elizabeth moaned almost out of instinct, not really knowing what she wanted to say, but feeling she needed to say something before this whole situation got wildly out of control taking her down the path of no return.
"Do you want me to stop?", he asks almost wanting her to say 'yes', but then remembering what's at stake realizes this is a make-it-or-break-it moment, so despite his conscience screaming at him decides to overwhelm her completely and take the decision out of her hands. Moving his hand from her arm further into her body, he lays his palm over her right breast, sensing just how stiff her nipple is against it, even through the fabric of that pretty green dress and bra underneath it.
'At least she's enjoying it as well', Neal attempts to soothe his conscience in vain as he starts gently massaging the firm orb in his hand, relishing in the moans of pleasure coming from Elizabeth's soft lips. His other hand has by now slipped the straps of both her dress and bra down her left arm, so he can see the top of her milky white breast over her shoulder, and even though he's seen so many of them during his career as con-artist/womanizer, he could swear he's never seen one so lovely or so firm as this one. He was tempted to simply grab her dress, tear it down her body and just have fun with those amazing globes that were now at the tips of his fingers, but then to his surprise Elizabeth turned around swiftly in his arms, and they suddenly found themselves face to face.
At the first moment Neal thought Elizabeth finally decided to put a stop to this and has turned around to confront him once and for all, but then he noticed the playful gleam in her eyes and satisfied smile on her face, making him assured that his plan has finally come to fruition. Feeling both relieved and sad that he practically seduced his friend's loving and faithful wife into committing adultery, he's caught by surprise as Elizabeth grabs the back of his head harshly and pulls him down to her lips, planting the most feverish and erotic kiss he experienced in a long time, maybe ever. He never figured this sweet woman was holding such passion inside her, but the way her tongue probed inside his mouth as it danced around his own muscle, licking all over his teeth and the inner side of his cheeks, proved him otherwise: she was a woman who definitely knew how to kiss, and he couldn't help but wonder what else she had in store for him.
Elizabeth has finally decided to relinquish all the barriers that kept her from completely giving in to this experience. It wasn't only Neal's sensual touch that convinced her that one night of passion with this younger man was the right thing to do, she also felt that after years of being a faithful wife and soon to be mother, she deserved one final adventure before settling back in to her old boring life. And who better to have an adventure with than her friend Neal, who not only had plenty of experience when it comes to making love, hell, probably more than her despite the age difference; but also looked at her like she was a goddess, and a lot of time has passed since someone looked at her that way. Of course, she knew her husband loved her and would never even look at another woman like that, let alone do anything else, but there was something so special in being worshipped by this handsome man who could have any woman in the world if he only decided to, and yet chose her to be the one he'll satisfy his lust with.
As she kissed the man that was pushing so close to her now, definitely much closer than before, so she could even feel his erection straining against his tight pants, Elizabeth felt his hand trail down and rest on top of her semi-exposed breast again. Breaking the kiss for only a moment, she hissed in a voice dripping with desire:
"Yessssss, please Neal, suck my fucking tits!"
Even though he was caught by surprise by the sudden urgency the lovely woman in his arms displayed, especially hearing her use such words that he could never imagine pass those precious lips, Neal didn't hesitate for even a second before he forcefully tore the bra cup completely off her breast, finally exposing it fully to the cool air around them. And god, was she gorgeous: even though her tits were already starting to slightly sag from age, that didn't take anyway from the sight in front of his eyes, as they were much bigger than any of the other girls he's ever been with, even Kate's, capped with light pink areola and a hard little nub on top, sticking out at least half an inch from her arousal. She easily put much younger girls to shame with her body, and he just started unwrapping the present that was Elizabeth Burke.
He kissed her once more, this time much lighter and sweeter kiss shared between the two lovers, before he brought his head down and dived on her breast, sucking her firm nipple between his lips as his tongue traced the sensitive skin over and over.
"Ohhh gooodd, Neal, please don't stop", Elizabeth cries out, and he has no plans to let go any time soon. On the contrary, with his other hand he slips the fabric of her dress and dark blue bra from her other breast as well, and is now
simultaneously massaging the soft pliable flesh of her right tit as he sucks and nibbles on the hard nub of the other one.
"Fuck, that feels so fucking good", another stream of curse words escapes Elizabeth's precious mouth, but Neal is too busy to pay attention to that right now. He switches between the tits at his disposal so he's licking the goosebumps around her right areola now, as he squeezes her left breast between his soft, yet strong fingers. Elizabeth is reduced to moans and yelps by this point, but despite enjoying playing with these firm globes of flesh just as much as she does, he knows he needs to move on to other pleasurable spots. Without any warning, still holding onto her tits with both hands as they're just too good to give up so soon, Neal slides further down her body, leaving butterfly kisses down her soft belly, and pushes his tongue into her navel, tasting the salty yet sweet droplets of sweat that formed there from sheer exertion her body has been put through. He finally reaches his desired destination though once he comes eye-to-eye, sort of speak, with Elizabeth's still panties covered groin.
