The knock at the door unsettled me a little. I had been reliving our previous experiences from a few years ago and the four glasses of whiskey had helped me forget where I was, and what I was about to do.
I toss back my drink and place the glass on the table on my way to the door. I look out the peep hole to confirm that it's you, my forbidden object of lust, my reason for coming out here. It's you, and you look just as good as you do in the pictures you've sent me, better even because you're almost close enough to touch.
I open the door and you walk in. You can smell the whiskey on my breath and tell that I'm already a little drunk.
"You're drinking already?"
"It's your brand," I said pointing at the bottle. You hesitate for a minute, unsure of whether or not you can really come past the threshold of the door, if you're really ready to take this next step. You walk in.
I let you in and pour you a drink. It's quiet. We've talked about this moment for so long, gone over all the different circumstances, positions even, that we could try. I have all these things that I want to teach you, thing's you've never done. I contain myself as we stare at each other each recognizing the burning desire in the other's eyes.
"I'm not sure I can do this. I want it, I have for years now. But I'm not sure that I can cross this line."
"I know, I feel bad for even coming out here but I had to. I couldn't take it any longer I had to know. I know you love you husband but I can't take wanting you from a distance anymore. Maybe we just need to get it out of our system."
"I want it. I want it so bad." You toss back your drink, and then another. "I've been thinking about you all the time. At work I get wet just thinking about your body. It's like your everywhere I go."
"Maybe this is exactly what we need." I get closer to you and you drink down the last of your drink. Your deep blue eyes seem like they are pools of want, of yearning. I lean in and kiss you my hand on the back of your head pulling you into me. You offer little resistance if any, your tongue and mine mixing together rolling over each other.
My hands explore your body, your neck, you're ears. My kissing follows the same path, up your neck, over your ears. I lick and nibble at your flesh and my hands continue downward.
You're no longer sitting there. Your hands roam over my body as well. My shoulders and back fall prey to your touch as your hands glide up and down. You take off my shirt and I can feel the soft trail of your nails along my back and sides. You push me down. You have had enough waiting; we've been waiting for a few years now.
You pin me down and take off your top and bra.
"Don't move." You instruct me, and nothing in your voice makes me want to do otherwise. You stand up and take off your skirt so you're wearing only a thong now. You turn around letting me see all of your body. I've wanted that body for so long. There it is in front of me.
"You're going to do exactly as I tell you if we're going to do this." I nod my head in agreement.