There it went, my mind wandering again. Scanning the patrons at our favorite seafood joint. Not crazy about the place but everyone else seemed to like it, and I was here more for the social aspect than the food. Was kind of in my haze. Everyone else was in a conversation on a topic I was not big on so as they talked, I daydreamed. The talk receded into the distance. I did some people watching and yeah, I looked at women.
My eyes would inevitably come back to our table and Megan. Sweet Megan. She and her husband Jim became friends with us through mutual friends. Isn't that how everyone meets? I thought she was cute and funny from the beginning, but as time passed I was surprised at how deeply I felt for her.
Looking at her, unaware, caught up in the conversation and laughing with everyone, I had to smile. I thought she was so beautiful. She did not have the face or body of a Playboy foldout. That is what I loved about her. Whatever it was that she would tell you she didn't like about her body or her looks is exactly what I would think made her sexy.
She was tall, nice curves and long legs, and was the only redhead I had ever known that could actually get a deep tan in the summer. Her skin was luminescent. Her skin. I stared at it. It was smooth and brown. I imagined what it must feel like. Christ! I was already imagining her in my embrace, moving my hand under her shirt in back and sliding it up until I felt her bra. OK, snap out of it!
What I had with Megan was not just in my head. Sweet Megan had feelings for me too. We spent last Fourth of July with them and everyone was getting majorly wasted. A slow song came on the stereo and Megan took my hand. I assumed the traditional slow dance pose with my left hand raised to take hers. Instead she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me close.
It is amazing what you can communicate to someone without words, just with touch. I felt her warm breath in my ear. When we were turned from view my hands would explore her torso. God, is there anything more erotic than a woman's lower back? I could feel her hips pressed against mine.
Later we all retired to the living room to watch TV. The lights were off with just the flickering cold glow of the screen to illuminate the room. Megan sat beside me on the couch. As we watched TV, her hand found mine and she threaded her fingers through mine and squeezed tight. We opened our grasp and I slid my index finger slowly back and forth through her fingers. While all of us were watching TV, our hands were making love and we both knew it. We just couldn't say it.
Yes, she had told me in so many words that she was in love with me online. Much easier than in person, that's for sure. However, there was the unspoken rule: lovers online, just friends in public. Can there be a more torturous situation than two people that feel a moral obligation but an irresistible attraction?
It was Monday morning, long after the wife had left for work, when the door bell rang. I slowly walked downstairs half expecting to see someone selling something. I pulled the door open slowly and peered around. My heart skipped a beat and I felt numb. It was Megan, smiling awkwardly.
"Megan! You're the last person I expected to see! Come on in!" I exclaimed as she walked through the door with two half empty bottles.
"I just thought I would bring back your wine from last night," she said as she placed the bottles on the counter.
"Well you didn't have to," I assured her.
We made a bit of nervous small talk followed by an awkward silence, both of us looking at each other and then the floor.
"OK, well better get going I guess," she said as she paused a moment and then came toward me with arms outstretched.
We had hugged many times before but the moment we came together, we both realized why this time was completely different. Without even thinking about it, we both felt the absence of anyone watching us. Those that would cause us to adhere to the social custom of a hug that was "just long enough." As the hug went on we talked and laughed back and forth. We both knew we wanted it to go longer.
And then... that moment. That moment when you sensed that your first kiss was imminent. The moment when you realized that the other person wanted just what you did. We stopped talking, and just stood, holding each other. With my hips rubbing against hers, I felt myself getting hard. I put my lips against her face and started placing soft kisses on her cheek over and over working closer to her mouth. My mouth came down on the corner of hers. I couldn't believe I was this close! I wanted to savor the moment.
I opened my hand and placed it softly on her cheek. I brought my face to hers with my lips barely on hers, moving them sideways to feel the texture of them against mine. So soft, so sensual. I then kissed her full on the mouth, but lightly, separating my lips from hers, just so I could feel them come together again.
With my arm low on her back, I pulled her tightly against me. My lips came down on hers again and I felt her tongue enter my mouth with mine immediately intertwined with it, our breathing becoming deeper and faster. I then started to live my fantasy. I slid my hands under the back of her shirt. Her skin was so smooth and warm. My fingers inched further upward, feeling the texture of her spine and every muscle, until I felt her bra.
Fuck! I had no fear left, I pulled at the clasp and undid it. The tight straps went suddenly limp. She heaved and started to tremble, as to surrender herself. I moved my hands from her back, around her sides and to where I was taking her breasts full in my hands. I stared into her eyes and in a moment I was pulling her shirt open and she was yanking my t-shirt over my head. We were both naked from the waist up and I was holding her warm, firm flesh against mine.
