Lori knew that her efforts to deny her attraction to the man before her were proving to be in vain. Just to see Ryan Baxter's smile as he engaged her in conversation was enough to arouse the fluttering of longing for him. These weren't mind games that they were playing on each other, but the taking of slow steps towards the consummation of all that was so often to be seen in each other's eyes, whenever they met, and their boys had run off to join their weekend club's ball game.
There had been times when they would watch and call out encouragement, just like any parent would do, but now their interest in each other had to find full expression, or another step taken to what she felt would be inevitable; her agreement to pursue an affair with him. She saw it in Ryan's eyes, in his approving and even lustful glances, and no matter what she was wearing for a trip out to the lakeside park.
Delaying the taking of that final step had to be endured and he had suggested a way to be alone together but doing that by not strolling along the lakeside path that had the forested hills as a backdrop, but to go rollerblading.
"I haven't done that in a long time!" she laughed, but not so loud that people would look at them. They would think that Lori Petersen was flirting with a man, a guy through a divorce, and who was now on the make.
"Then we'll do that together, the next time we're here."
They stood by their cars, sipping on a fruit drink he had poured from a thermos flask before Ryan took his blades out of the trunk.
She didn't know where to look as he shoved down his jogging pants and she saw his strong legs, the hair on them like a silky down and stark against his lightly tanned skin. Next was the sight of his strong arms, the biceps bulging and taut against the sleeves of a T-shirt with a faded image of the Stars and Stripes upon it. He had tugged away a sweatshirt and she had seen his biceps swell as he tugged on the blades and before he leaned forward to fasten the laces.
She just loved to see his smile, his lean face creased at the sides of his mouth and Ryan's tended, closely cropped beard, matching Ryan's blonde hair with its streaks of ash-white, that was swept back from a deep forehead. How could his boy's mother have divorced the guy she wanted to know, and might get an answer to, sometime, and if she dared to ask it?
She wanted a 'fling' with the man, not a wrecking love affair. The guy was different from her husband, Frank, in so many ways and that included taking care of his boy, Jack, whereas Frank left it to her to deal with games days that Lucas loved to attend and where he always palled up with Jack.
"Go and do your blading and I'll mind the boys," she told him. Ryan now stood even taller as he stepped away from the car and closed the trunk's lid. "Go carefully..."
Something about him, what she was embarking upon, made her touch his arm and Ryna smiled knowingly at her.
"I sure wish that we could see each other more often...away from here."
"We might get to doing that, but we rollerblade first...next weekend, I promise." She said it as he stepped onto the path and she saw how his leg muscles flexed as he moved strongly away, already weaving around people strolling on the path, his expertise there for all to see. She clenched her hands into tight fists as the ache of longing for the guy took a stronger hold on her. "Don't stay away for too long."
Ryan was lost to her sight as the path curved away and went into the trees, but he was not out of her mind, and it sure was a feeling that even being taken by Frank did nothing to ease away.
Besotted with the man, she had to go with him even if it was for a once and only time.
♥
He was warm, the Lycra shorts snug on the skin of his legs as he bladed quickly, perhaps too fast if he didn't want to return to Lori drenched in sweat, looking like a greaseball, and his hair matted. He had cursed as he left her because he had forgotten to put on a helmet. It was a stupid mistake, but the woman sure got to him and, as the saying went, he sure wanted to slip her a length and end the emptiness in his life where it concerned women.
But his work and his boy, Jack, took up so much of his time that meeting and talking to Lori was the easiest way to chase down some company, even to have his length worked by someone he had been captivated by.
And seeing her again, today, only made the sense of longing so darned difficult to control. He sure hoped his dick wouldn't take on the shape of a length of pipe and strain his shorts. She'd sure see, then, how she got to him.
Lori was an engagingly slender woman standing up to his shoulder, and he was just about six feet tall. Her blue dress with white polka dots shaped her figure, the scooped neckline revealing her cleavage, and a baubled necklace had been seen hanging enticingly against her breastbone.
"Yeah, you sure are packaged nicely, and I'd like to unwrap you, Lori, if the chance came my way."
♥
"Phew!" she laughed. "I'm sure glad that you helped me along, or I'd never have kept up with you!"
They sat under the tailgate of his station wagon, their shoulders brushing against each other as they took off their blades. Ryan took delight in her, how Lori's body was shaped by her Lycra outfit that she had kept covered until the boys were safely onto the playing field and she had joined him to make ready for their blade ride. When she dared or chose to do so, she had taken his outstretched hand and Ryan had pulled her along or they had bladed side by side, exchanging wondering glances. They had not touched each other as they had done during their spree over the snaking paths, their rise and fall.
"I'm glad that you let me kiss you in that wood," he said across the narrow space between them, Lori adjusting her braided blonde hair now that her helmet had been taken off. Her breasts were seen to move under her clinging top. "Don't put on your sweatshirt just yet..."
"The boys will be waiting for us soon..."
"And I've been waiting a while to ask if you'll come back to my place? You said Frank was at work...some crisis or other...so it makes no sense you two going back to an empty place."
"While it makes perfect sense to be at your place we see where that takes us."
"Yeah, and I'd like it to be a lot more than the kiss we shared."
Lori had not pulled away when he had drawn her to him. Instead, they had become engaged in what they soon pursued, their kisses passionate and intense.
"I'd like that too. The boys will occupy themselves in the playroom you say you've fitted out for Jack..."
The way they had parked their cars, the place they had chosen, they now succumbed to renewed kisses and Lori surrendered to the questing caress of his hands, to her Lycra-clad bum and her breasts, the nipples son hardening. Throughout their kisses and claims upon each other, Lori groaned, fearful of discovery and wondering how she could take full advantage of the moment, now that it had arrived.
♥
With the boys occupied downstairs in the basement playroom and supplied with drinks and snacks, they still took to each other in full knowledge of the risks they were taking, Lori especially.
They were both hot and wanted more after the kisses and caresses on the blade ride and then afterward. Ryan took her by the hand and led her to the master bedroom located down the hall. Once inside they embraced and shared in deepening, open-mouthed, kisses and snorted for breaths as the passion to know each other took hold.
Ryan eased away and lifted his T-shirt over his body the skin still glowing from the blade ride. Lori simply lifted away her Lycra top, her rounded breasts tumbling free as it fell to the floor. She now stood before him in her Lycra shorts, the curve of her mound shaped beautifully by the figure-hugging fabric and the softest outline of her thong to be seen.
"Ryan." She asked it somewhat nervously on seeing the lust for her that burned in his eyes. He said nothing. Instead, she stripped off his Lycra shorts. She could see the lust in his eyes as he continued to undress before her, and she stepped closer. "You sure have something for me..."
Her gaze had drifted down to his hard cock, that length of aroused flesh that sprang out from his toned belly and a dense mat of hair. A new man and a new dick would be taken, the only one since she had married Frank. Her husband was something of a hairy beast, his body not as toned as Ryan's, and the man she wanted to fuck was smooth skinned but his pubes were untrimmed and she slowly groped for, then claimed, his sac that hung between Ryan's legs. She worked his testicles and looked down at what she was doing as Ryan claimed her breasts.
Ryan leaned in and feasted on her hard nipples as his hands roamed over Lori's body, caressing her hips before his fingers dug into her butt cheeks and she was pulled against him.
"Oh, how you want me!"
Her gasps were silenced by Ryan's hungering kisses, her body trembling as his penis was shoved between her legs and caressed her slit. She felt him groan against her lips and knew, from the exploratory touch of one hand that he had discovered that she was natural, her un-shaved pubic area covered in coarse hair and covering her cunt, her pussy's lips only now to be felt as she opened for him.
"Fuck me...I want that so badly from you, Ryan!"
They had embraced and he now made them fall onto the bed, kissing wildly and passionately as their hands roamed and their bodies rubbed against the other.
"I loved the dress you wore a week or so ago. How it shaped you got to me. Now I can see and touch all of you, Lori...beautiful Lori."
"Ryan!"
Her body jolted as she felt the tip of his penis poke at the entrance of her pussy. She was in thrall to another man. She was about to couple with a man who was not her husband. She was going to fuck, and be fucked, with a divorced man and the father of one of her son's friends.
"I understand," was all that Ryan said and he continued to caress her slit with the long edge of his penis. I
