What if we actually tempted fate? What if we actually gave into our lust for each other? What if, we actually had sex and did all of those things that we have promised each other in whispers, looks, touches and thoughts. What if...
The undercurrent of sexual tension has been building for 3 years now. You touch me; you tell me that I would scream for you; you tell me that I would call you God. If I think on these things, it causes the heat to grow. I get wet thinking about how you would touch me, taste me, come into me.
I decide to act. We have met up at a bar with our other friends. The usual flirting and playing goes on. This time you can tell I am nervous. You ask what's up. I say nothing. You can always tell my moods. Later in the evening I tell you. I have a room. Will you? You look at me. This is forbidden. We are both married. We both love our families very much.
Are you sure? Can we do this? Will you feel guilty and tell? No. I have made up my mind. I am yours if you want me. Only one word is needed.
We say our goodbyes. Go to our separate cars with the intention of meeting up again in just a few minutes.
I have already prepared the room ahead of time. Sexy music, the curtains are closed, and there is just a soft light on; soft enough, but bright enough to see what we want.
As we close the door behind us, you look at me. I can see the questions still there. I smile and draw you farther into the room. You ask me what I want. You can see that I'm not really sure, but you know me well enough to not worry about that. You smile at me and kiss me on the forehead.
Slowly, you pull my shirt over my head. You start kissing my shoulders and breasts above my bra. I sigh and shudder at the same time. You are giving me goose bumps and I love it. You run your hands up and down my back softly stroking with your fingertips. You notice that I jump a little when you hit my low back. You turn me around, kiss and then lightly lick a little line above my jeans. I arch into you with a little cry. You turn me back around and I see you grinning. You undo my jeans pushing me back onto the bed. You take them off and kiss my legs as my jeans disappear. You come back up and start kissing my torso. I go to take off my bra and you stop me. I ask if I can take off your clothes and you tell me no. You tell me to turn over and I do. You are caressing me with your hands running them up and down my body. Firmly, softly, then you start to knead my muscles. Oh, that feels so good. I actually didn't realize that I was so tense.
I slowly relax for you and then I feel you unhook my bra. You slip the straps over my shoulders but don't take it off of me.
As you finish up massaging me you tell me to turn over. I slip my bra off and throw it aside. You look appreciatively at my breasts. They are not the perkiest, they don't salute, I have two kids, but that makes them all that more attractive. They are natural. You take my right breast into your mouth and start lapping around the nipple. Your other hand is playing with my left breast. You are rolling and lightly tugging the nipple between your fingers. I love the way you play with my breasts, it feels so good. You switch sides with your mouth and pay it the same attention. I am laying back with my eyes closed taking in the sensations.
With both breasts now being caressed by your hands, I am suddenly surprised to feel you bury your face in my panty covered crotch. I hear you take a deep breath and you tell me you have to taste me. I'm not surprised you can smell me, I have been wet for so long tonight anticipating this.
You pull my panties down and off throwing them somewhere. Then you slowly spread my legs apart. The first touch of your tongue makes me jolt and cry out in pleasure. You continue to lick, suckle, tease, probe, and lap at me as I am getting wetter (if that is possible). The feelings you are giving me are incredible. I feel your finger replace your tongue on my clit and you thrust your tongue into me. I orgasm, screaming out and my body twitches, beyond my control. Oh God, this is so incredible and I continue to spasm as you pull yourself up beside me. You smile at me contentedly, knowing you made good on that particular promise. I sigh in contentment and try to sit up so I can reciprocate. But no, you surprise me by catching my lips in a kiss.