This story is based on what is going on in my life right now...only, I don't have the kahunas currently to act on it as the main character does!
Comments are welcome, as it may just become a chapter story...I'd love to know how the readers see it playing out...I guess we'll see how the summer unfolds...
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I knew I would be at home alone with the family out of town that night, so when he invited me for a drink after a long day at the office, I enthusiastically agreed. As I logged off and closed up the office shortly after five, I sent a text, "Leaving now."
"Meet me in the garage," came the quick response, and I smiled slightly, wondering if he had parked out of the mindful camera's sight. I grabbed my purse and left, heading quickly to the garage. Sure enough, I found his car, parked in the corner where no cameras could record or monitor.
I chuckled as I opened the passenger door, and teased, "You know, we have to stop meeting like this."
We had been playing with fire for months, but never done more than a quick petting session. He was a married colleague and those two attributes made what I was contemplating completely out-of-bounds. Yet here I was, in his car, ready to see where this would go, or where it would end.
He leaned over to kiss me, squeezing my hand at the same time. I looked up, into his face, unsure of his thoughts. I ended the kiss and leaned back into the plush seat, closing my eyes, wondering what the hell I was doing. While my mind was telling me this was a bad idea, my body was saying the opposite.
We headed to a nearby pub, where we had a delicious meal, and finished it with a drink. The conversation flowed smoothly, and my nerves were calmed with the second drink. As dessert finished, he asked if I had time for a quick drive. Agreeing, I bounded playfully to the car. He pulled out of the parking lot, and drove to a secluded spot in a nearby park. Turning off the ignition, he got out of the car and opened the trunk. From within, he grabbed a blanket, a bottle of red wine, and two plastic cups.
I laughed, teasing, "Classy!"
He laughed too, explaining it would have been tough to smuggle real glasses out of the house. "Hell, it was hard enough with the blanket!" I could imagine, and laughed along at the thought.
He led me through a path to a small clearing, and spread the blanket on the forest floor. As he opened and poured the wine, I sat on the blanket, quietly contemplating...
Handing me a glass, he relaxed beside me. I could feel the tension building as we chatted, neither quite sure where we wanted this to lead. I took a gulp of the wine to cover my awkwardness.
Never before had I been in this situation; not wanting to rush or go further than he was comfortable with, unsure of what he wanted from me. Knowing what he thought he wanted put me in the difficult position of judging how and where to stop. A position made more difficult because I was not sure I wanted to stop it, or would stop whatever this was, when it came right down to it. Yet still, it was not uncomfortable, and I found that a relief.
Growing somewhat giddy and bold in the late evening sunshine, I asked, "Wanna see something? I brought a surprise."
I opened my purse and held up the vibrating toy. Chuckling at the schoolboy grin, I lay back on the blanket, and placed the toy on my skirt, over my clit, and closed my eyes. I tried to get into it, but found I was too worried about other people around, about getting caught. He noticed, and asked what was wrong. I stilled the vibrator and started to explain. As I did, I heard voices approaching, and we quickly packed up to leave, both somewhat panicked and brought back to the reality of our situation.
We took a roundabout way through the forest back to the car, each silently lost in thought. As we got back to the car, I quietly asked, "Wanna just go back to my place?"
"Ummm, I'm not so sure about that, Jane. I mean, it is a bit more dangerous than here, isn't it? What about your neighbours?"
"My neighbours won't notice or care," I pleaded. After about fifteen minutes of cajoling and challenging, I convinced him it would be fine, and we headed out of the park. I stroked his thigh as he drove, knowing I was still turned on, feeling the desire within. He had turned quiet, and I felt I needed to curb my enthusiasm, to get my hormones under control. Nothing would happen. Nothing could happen. Nothing!
We pulled into the driveway, and I unlocked the door, leading him into my home. As he took a seat in the recliner, I handed him a beer from the fridge, and poured myself a shot of tequila. I turned on music and sat in the recliner beside him, separated by the small console built in to the La-Z-Boy loveseat. As I sipped on my tequila, he relaxed into the chair, putting his feet up while looking around. "This is nice...not quite what I had expected though, to be honest."
"What did you expect?" I asked.
After a long pause, he answered, "I guess I thought you would bring me home and finish what you started in the park."
"Ohhhh?" I teased, "You want to finish the show? Here, or upstairs?" "Here works. I think upstairs would be a little too much for me. I am already feeling like an interloper here."
I stood up, finishing my drink, and moved to kiss him. "Don't feel like an interloper, Richard. I am fine with you here. Sit up?" I asked.
He did so, and I moved to sit on him in the chair. As I hovered over him, he slid a hand beneath my skirt, feeling the wetness on my panties. I lowered my weight, pinning his hand between our bodies, and began to grind on to his hand. After only a moment's hesitation, he began to move his hand in rhythm against me. His touch, the alcohol, the whole situation turned me on...I relaxed, finally, and began rocking my body against him. I removed his hand, placing it on my breast, encouraging him on, and began to rock hard against him, feeling him grow beneath his jeans.
He, too, seemed to relax, and began to rock his hips against me, closing his eyes and roughly massaging my tits. I could tell he was turned on, and slowly backed off of him, sinking to my knees on the floor at his feet...
On my knees at his feet, I leaned in, rubbing my hands up his thighs, slowly massaging the flesh beneath. As I moved towards his upper thighs, my grip lightened so that I was barely running my fingertips across the denim. I brushed lightly across his groin, feeling the hardness beneath, and slowly increased the pressure of my fingers as I continued to stroke him slowly. He closed his eyes, focusing on the growing need within him, surprised at how easy he was finding this erotic enjoyment. Maybe it was not such a bad thing, after all...
In his mind, conflicting thoughts whirled. What about my wife? What if this goes sour? What if she gets attached? What if, what if, what if... He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt her hands reach for his belt, slowly undoing it. He opened his eyes, and watched silently as I undid his pants and slid my hands beneath his t-shirt. Is this the make or break moment, he wondered...
He closed his eyes again, and relaxed back, lifting his hips as I reached to lower his jeans.
"Oh, God, what am I doing?" he thought, but did not stop her.
Rather, he reached for her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately. She returned his kiss with just as much intensity, and he gave himself up to the inevitable. He crushed her to him, allowing her tongue to explore his mouth, and decided he would go with it for now.
She made him feel alive, vibrant, wanted, and he liked that. She certainly turned him on, excited him, and he knew she enjoyed that as much as he.
Coming to that conclusion, he didn't stop her when she ended the kiss and moved her lips to his neck while reaching to remove his t-shirt. He found himself sitting in just his boxers as she planted soft kisses on his chest, working her lips down his body. He could feel himself twitch as her lips reached his stomach, knowing precisely where her lips were heading...
He felt his body still as my lips reached the elastic of his shorts. My hands reached for the top of them on each leg, and he willingly lifted his hips from the chair to allow me to disrobe him completely. I slowly removed his boxers, kissing first one thigh and then the other, following the boxers to his feet with my lips and tongue. At his feet, I slowly lifted first one, then the other, leaving him naked before me.
She looked up to him, with a teasing glance, and he felt himself get harder, just imagining what beautiful torture she had planned, waiting with anticipation for her next move.
With a grin, I closed my eyes, and began to feel my way up his body with my tongue, slowly licking my way up one leg while raking my fingernails against the other. Finally, my lips reached his upper thigh, and he inhaled sharply as my mouth wrapped around the head of his hard cock. To his surprise, I went motionless, and he found himself exhaling a small whimper of disappointment that he found unwarranted as my tongue began to circle the head. With a groan, he leaned back, enjoying the sensations I was provoking with my ministrations. He lost all sense as I continued.
There was nothing but her moist lips and smooth, hot tongue, slowly bringing him closer, making him squirm with delight.
