I'd known him forever. We shared a meeting here and a cup of coffee there. We'd had long conversations and comfortable silences. We'd served on the Board of Director's together, shivered in the cold, serving coffee and cookies to weary travelers. Any number of things, we'd done it together, or at least as a team.
One day, a few months, my stereo went out in my Rodeo. I knew he fiddled with electronics, and that he had an awesome stereo system in both his home and his car. So I got a new stereo, and went to him to ask if he would install it for me. I even offered to pay. He waved me off on that, and asked for my keys. I handed them over, and followed him out to my car to keep him company, or hand him a screwdriver if he needed me to.
In just minutes, he had the old one out, and was sliding the new one in. The speakers were still good, so he just reconnected them, and slid his tall body out of my car.
Dusty is 6ft 6, lean, not especially handsome, but for some reason, I suddenly found myself intensely attracted to him. Even his tattoo's, which I normally don't like, seemed attractive. He handed me my keys, and I stood on tiptoe to hug him, throwing my arms around his neck. "Come here," I whispered, pulling his large head down to kiss him on the mouth.
His arms went around me to hug me back, and I think he was just expecting a peck on the cheek, because when my mouth touched his, he sort of stiffened up a little. Pulling back when I ended the ten second kiss, he had a questioning look in his eyes.
Slowly, hesitantly, he lowered his head back down for a second kiss, testing the waters. Not thinking of the consequences, I tightened my hold around his neck, pressing my body into his, and with a tiny moan, opened my lips for his tongue to enter.
There we were, on the busy downtown street, kissing wildly, exploring each other's mouths, completely oblivious to our surroundings, or the fact that any of our friends might come upon us, while entering the coffee shack.
His large hands, easily as big as two of mine, spanned my waist, and began exploring my backside. Gripping my bottom, he pulled my lower section into him, and with a start, I realized that he was extremely hard!
Someone drove by and honked, then called out the window, "Get a room!"
We pulled apart slowly, looking into one another's brown eyes. "Wow," he said, straightening back up to his full height. "What brought that on?"
I shrugged my shoulders, and replied honestly, "I really don't know." My heart was beating wildly, and when he touched my cheek softly with his knuckles, my stomach did flip flops. I really didn't intend on kissing him at all, it just sort of happened. I knew he had a wife, but all of a sudden, I just had to have him! What he said next sealed our fate.
"Do you want to go someplace else?" he asked softly. I nodded. My apartment was only a few blocks away. I told him where, and got in my car and left. He went back in, and got his belongings. I was waiting in the parking lot when he pulled in, and led the way to my apartment. Once inside, he looked around, and said, "Nice place."
I turned to him, suddenly a little nervous. He towered over me, even though I am pretty tall for a woman. I liked that. Most men were level with me, at 5 foot 10. Dusty made me feel petite. He stepped closer to me, and took me in his arms. "I've always thought you were the prettiest girl around," then he took possession of my mouth again.
Our kiss was even more intense than the one we had shared earlier on the street. I couldn't believe I was standing here, about to have sex with somebody else's husband! A twinge of guilt began to seep in, and I pulled away. "Dusty? What about Eileen?"
He sighed, and led me over to the sofa and pulled me down next to him. "Hon, Eileen is with her husband."
I was shocked! They had just gotten married, although it was not a legal marriage. I didn't quite understand how it worked totally, but there was a ceremony, and rings exchanged, but no marriage certificate to formalize the union. I didn't know if I could respect that or not, but it was definitely unusual. He then explained that her husband had been there at the ceremony, and given her away. Theirs was an open marriage, and he was okay with Dusty being a part of Eileen's life. It was all too weird for me, but I felt better knowing I wasn't about to hurt someone.
His hand began traveling up the outside of my leg, and he had one arm around me. As his hand flew up my side, he leaned in to start kissing me again. Again I pulled away. "Not here. Lets go to my bed."
I led him by the hand to my bedroom, and once inside, kicked off my sneakers, then started unbuttoning my shirt. He brushed my hands aside, and took over the task, while I started in on his jeans. I pulled his T-shirt out of his jeans, and started lifting it up. He stopped with the buttons to help me lift it over his head.
His torso was long, his chest wide and muscular. He had a Legend of Zelda tattoo! I laughed and kissed it. That was one of my favorite video games of all time, and his as well. I dragged my lips over to his right nipple, and began licking it. He moaned, and his nipple hardened immediately.
I licked it, and blew cool air on it, watching it stiffen even more. Then he moved to its twin on the left. My hands went up, caressing his shoulders, as he removed my shirt, and unfastened the front clasp of my bra.