Annie was home alone; she had been feeling horny since reading the sexy email from her secret lover. She decided to pamper herself to go to bed early and attend to her lusty desires.
Her kids were spending the night with friends and her husband was away on business.
She took a hot shower and made herself a drink, then fluffed up her pillows and got into bed, naked. She liked sleeping naked; she found it very sensuous, especially when the sheets were crisp and fresh like they were tonight. The coolness of the linen, when she first got into bed, caused her nipples to react which usually led to other things.
She switched on the TV to watch, or maybe listen to, the news. She then sunk back into her pillows and closed her eyes while sipping on her drink. She was feeling very relaxed and thought she might even doze when she heard something on the news that caught her attention. It was the shouting of commodity traders at the Chicago exchange.
She had begun her working career in that business, way back when she was twenty something. The news item was soon over and she reclined back into the soft comfort of her pillows again. Her mind began to wander back to her early working days. She turned the news off and put on a sexy movie, mostly to listen, she got off more on the sounds of sex than the images.
She remembered how men came on to her at the exchange. She could have had her choice of just about any man she worked with. Most she just dismissed but of the hundreds she encountered daily there were just a select few she would allow in her bed. Five to be exact, all five possessed that certain something which got her juices flowing. Although she didn't openly pursue any of them she didn't't shy away from shamelessly flirting when in the company of one of them. And on the other hand, if she had decided that she wais not interested in sleeping with someone, no amount of pursuit or persuasion was going to move her.
She was an extremely horny young woman; she thought there was something wrong with her because she would get so turned on from her flirtations. Her biggest guilt trip came from her, almost nightly, masturbating while fantasizing about one of her favorite men. Being naïve, having little sexual experience and being raised a catholic didn't't help matters either.
She felt herself becoming aroused from her recollections, the way she used to when she was around one of the fab five. She caressed her nipple which immediately sent an electrical wake up call to her clit. Mmmm, she thought, that doesn't't feel too bad. She placed her other hand on her thigh and caressed it teasingly for awhile before lightly stroking her pussy lips with her fingers. She liked to stay away from her pleasure button when she first started arousing herself. Delaying the unleashing its potent pleasures got her really hot. She let her mind drift, to one night when she did give in, or maybe was seduced. To this day she wasn't sure if it was her latent desire or his insistent charm that lead to a night of rapture.
Jesse had shown an interest in her from day one and he was part of her select circle. Even though he was persistent he wasn't a nuisance, as a matter a fact he was quite charming in his determination to get a date with her. Even though he was one of the men she liked, she had eyes for someone else and didn't want to lead Jesse on. She consented to have lunch with him several times but held fast in her reluctance to meet him after her work day. If the truth be known she didn't trust herself to be alone with him.
At the first Christmas office party she attended Jesse was there and bought several drinks for her. When drinking she trusted herself even less when it came to matters of the heart. She was getting fed up with the party and while almost everybody was on the dance floor she found herself alone. She decided to leave without telling anybody because she didn't't feel like having to explain why.
She was in the closet searching for her boots and coat when Jesse walked in. "leaving?" he asked. This was the reason she tried to sneak out.
Of course he invited her for one drink at his favorite watering hole. By now she's feeling her drinks and didn't mind as long as she was away from the crowd and the noise.
She knew he'd probably proposition her and was intrigued and even a little excited with the notion. Her prediction came to fulfillment while they were slow dancing. Maybe it was the way she pushed back when he pushed his groin into her while they danced. Or maybe he thought she was drunk enough to be persuaded. Whatever his thinking was he asked if she'd like to see his new apartment, promising no hanky panky.
She almost laughed but then sympathized with him, what's the guy supposed to say to her, "you wanna come back to my place so I can fuck the arse off of you?" At first she was going to refuse but some part of her wanted him, so against her better judgment she accepted.
His apartment had a beautiful view which she enjoyed while he made drinks. They stood sipping and chatting for a while when he asked if she wanted a tour. He showed her his state of the art kitchen, a very large terrace and the tour ended in his bedroom where he attempted to kiss her.
"Wait Jesse I'm very attracted to you and I sincerely think you're a great guy, but I don't think we should do this" Jesse answers." The attraction and respect are mutual and I think I may even be falling in love with you." "I know, I know a lot of guys at work are looking at you and you have your choice of any of them. I know you'll never choose me but you could give me a night that will live in my memory and my heart for a life time." "I swear that if you grant me this it will go to my grave with me, if not, I won't try to force you.
She wants to give in so badly but is still hesitant. Should she trust him to keep it secret or should she stop it now?
He interprets her hesitancy as a definite maybe; he takes her in his arms and kisses her tenderly.
"Please don't Jesse" she pleads half heartedly and tries to pull away. He holds her close and kisses her neck, further lessening her resolve. Even his manly aroma is turning her on at this point.
She feels his hand on her crotch caressing her pussy through her clothes. She grabs his hand in a vain attempt to halt the inevitable. Her attempt backfires when he places her hand on the bulge in his pants.
His boldness surprises her and she hesitates because of her mounting excitement and confusion. He places his hands on her shoulders and stares into her eyes. "Come on Annie, you know you want to." "Be honest with yourself, you wouldn't be here if you didn't't."
She couldn't deny his logic and it was getting harder to suppress her own mounting desires. But she feels that it's almost her duty to resist, fearing he'll think less of her if she seems too easy.
