Well, I was moving and not happy about leaving my place. It was a unique house. Old, lots of old, chipped, colorful tile mosaics on the walls, floors, and ceilings. An old toilet with an elevated tank and a pull string flush in a tiny closet. Had to climb up a really steep hill to get to it. But I loved it. I was renting it. The owners had sold it and I was given a couple of weeks to vacate.
I decided to throw a party to say farewell to the place and celebrate it as well. It was a casual warm summer evening party with a small amount of friends and coworkers and everyone was feeling happy and relaxed from the sangria.
It was getting late and the party had thinned and I walked the last people down the hill to say goodbye. I was chatting with a couple of coworkers while one coworker, Eric, helped his wife into her car (apparently they had driven separately) and saw her off, then he came and joined our little group. We chatted briefly, I thanked them all for coming, and they dispersed to their cars amid hugs and farewells. Eric lingered near me saying he should walk me back up the steep hill (it was so steep in some areas that one had to hold onto trees and pull themselves up), which I thought was nice and gentlemanly, even though it was kind of silly for him to go up and back down again, and I had made the trip up the hill alone hundreds of times.
So we headed back up the hill and I put my hand on a tree to pull myself up and it was covered with ants! So I was kind of hanging onto the grasses to keep from falling down the hill, sort of screaming because of the surprise of the ants and being close to falling, and laughing because I was tipsy from sipping sangria all night.
Eric found a different way up, stood on a flat spot above me on the hill and reached down to pull me up. And he was strong. And as he pulled me up, my body skimmed the length of his. And when he had me on my feet next to him, he put his hands around my ribcage to stabilize me. And all these things affected me. And him, too. So we were silent for a moment then continued up the hill towards the house. We got to my door and it was awkward for a moment.
But we were drunk and giddy and decided to go inside for another drink. I was showing him all the crazy old stuff about the place that I totally adored. It was laid out really weird and there were all sorts of cubbies and secret hiding places and a rusted metal laundry chute and orange and yellow and powder blue tiles everywhere.
And the whole time he was following me around the house, he was very close and touching me.
And I knew he was married, so I was pretending not to notice, even though I was subtly encouraging it by slightly leaning into his slim, hard muscled body (and telling myself that it was okay because I was drunk and it was lean on him or fall over...).
After showing him a secret door in the back of a closet, I turned and he was right there and our bodies were pressing against each other.
And he reached his arms around me and pulled me closer. And my hands were on his broad chest. And we were subtly fitting our bodies even closer together.
And he was looking down at me seriously.
I said, "You should go and make sure your wife made it home safely." And he started kissing my neck, breathing: "I know. This is not right." And I could feel his erection pressing into me and he was so tall and muscular and sexy, I just couldn't stop myself from moving against it and rubbing my hard nipples against his chest through our shirts.
