My pulse raced as I fought the midtown traffic. I knew that I could only be gone for just a few short hours from work without too much suspicion being raised. I also knew that my lover was waiting for me at the motel and that she was as excited about our meeting if not more so than me. Samantha and I have been lovers for quite sometime yet, because of the circumstances we have very little opportunity to be together. You see Samantha is married. Not only is she married, she is married to my brother.
It all started innocent enough. I have always been attracted to her since I first saw her lovely body and soul searching eyes. I was married when my brother first started dating Samantha, and I always figured that she didn't like me as she would always seem to do her best to avoid me. I on the other hand would invent situations where I would be able to be around her and hopefully catch a glimpse of her in something skimpy. I would arrive at their house unannounced in order to catch Samantha alone sunbathing in her backyard. On a couple of occasions I was able to get long breathtaking looks at her beautiful breasts as she lay sleeping totally unaware of my voyeuristic bliss. I was also able to catch a quick glimpse of her closely shaven love nest when I "accidentally" walked in on her in the bathroom after she had taken a shower. Samantha was standing there in the buff drying her hair and never heard the door open over the hairdryer. When she realized I was there she tried to quickly cover her breasts which left me staring at the treasure located between her legs. I quickly apologized for the intrusion and backed out of the doorway. This delectable sight would fuel many of my masturbation fantasies concerning Samantha for quite some time.
The events that changed my fantasies into reality had to do with my brother being away for an extended time on business. Our children are close to the same age and since I was divorced and available, he had asked that I assist Samantha while he was gone. I really believe that he wanted me to distract her from the fact that he was able to come home on some weekends yet found reasons to stay away in order to catch up on work with a "co-worker". I had my suspicions yet I was not about to voice them to Samantha. It was on one of these evenings that I noticed that Samantha seemed a little upset. We had just put the kids to bed and were watching a movie.
I had often desired to give Samantha a very sensuous massage. I was taken aback when I offered to rub her shoulders on this evening and she agreed. I had Samantha sit on the floor in front of me. I told her it would make it easier on my back. In reality, it would make it easier for me to glance down the front of her blouse. As I was massaging her shoulders I continued to fantasize about Samantha and everything I wanted to do to and with her. I attempted to relay my passion for her through my touch. I have always prided myself in my ability to give fantastic massages. This night was to be no exception. I felt Samantha beginning to relax. I must have been lost in my own little world as I was unaware for quite sometime that while I was looking down at her breasts in deep concentration of the treasures hidden under that skimpy blouse and bra, that Samantha had turned ever so slightly to watch me.
It wasn't until I looked up and saw those beautiful soul searching eyes that I realized I was soon to cross over a line from which there was no return. As we continued to have eye contact I slowly lowered my head to Samantha's and held her head in my hands as I gave and received the most sensual kiss I have ever known. Our lips met and an immediate electric sensation surged through my body. I had always tried to be a good kisser. Now I wanted to be the best. I could feel my pulse in my temples. I could also feel Samantha shaking with desire. We quickly adjourned to her bedroom in order to continue this exploration. As we lay on her bed smothering each other in kisses I knew that if I went to fast she might be scared off. I also knew that if I went to slow the pangs of guilt over this encounter may cause Samantha to end it.
Our hands explored each other as if we had been lovers for centuries. Maybe in previous lives we had been and now our souls would be reunited. Everyplace I touched her Samantha seemed to be on fire. I gently unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra so that the objects of many a lonely nights fantasy could be obtained. You can keep your Playboy and Penthouse silicone fakes. Samantha's breast were and are still the most beautiful I have ever seen. She doesn't believe that they are but take my word for it, many a man would give his eye teeth to be where I was at this time. I started to envy my young nephew as he had been breastfed on the beauties that I now had in my mouth.
I caressed and licked her lovely breasts and erect nipples for what seemed like hours. I couldn't get enough yet I also knew that I had other explorations to continue. I believe that every person gives off their own unique scent. Samantha's pheromones would, as I was about to discover, be the aroma that would unleash my soul. I could already feel how excited she was as I could feel her moistness seeping through her panties. Samantha was extremely excited and her body was about betray her should she claim she wasn't. I have always enjoyed oral sex and cannot figure out for the life of me why anyone wouldn't.
