Lisa's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white as she drove down the empty streets. The hum of the engine and her racing thoughts the only things in her head. Her heart was pounding from the adrenaline racing through her from the memories of what had just happened. What did I just do? The question looped in her mind again and again.
James... His name echoed in her mind like a bad word. The way he had looked at her, the way his hands moved, the way his voice had dropped to that low tone. It was all so... intoxicating. Her body still hummed with the remnants of his touch, a warmth that she couldn't shake. But it was more than that. It was the way he had made her feel, desired.. lusted for. Something she hadn't felt in a long time.
She pulled into the driveway, the soft crunch from the snow under the tires snapping her back to reality. The house was dark, quiet. Bob was still at work, thank God. She couldn't face him right now, not like this. Not with the weight of her guilt pressing down on her chest.
Lisa rushed inside, her heels clicking against the tile floor. She headed straight for the bathroom. The door clicked shut behind her, and she leaned against it, letting out a deep breath. Her hands trembled as she turned on the shower, the sound of rushing water filling the small space. She needed to wash the lingering scent of James on her skin.
She undressed quickly, her clothes falling to the floor in a heap. The air was cool against her bare skin, raising goosebumps along her arms. She was just starting to relax, when she felt a trickle of wetness between her thighs. Her eyes flew open, and she looked down. James's cum was sliding down her legs. Her stomach twisted, she reached out to steady herself against the wall. The sight brought it all back the way he had pushed into her, the way he had made her moan, the way he had claimed her. Her pussy was still red and sensitive from his size.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she let out a sob. What have I done? She stepped in the shower, as if she could erase the memory of him with soap and water. But no matter how hard she washed she couldn't wash away the memory. She stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel. Her hands shook as she dried off, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.
She pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, the fabric soft against her skin. She crawled into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. She curled into a ball, her mind replaying the night over and over. I'll never do this again, she promised herself. Bob can never find out.
The next morning, Bob came home, his usual cheerful self. He wrapped Lisa in a big hug, she forced a smile, kissing him on the cheek. "I missed you," she said, her voice steady despite the storm inside her.
Bob laughed, pulling away to look at her. "Man, I should work a double more often," he teased.
Lisa laughed with him, the sound hollow in her ears. "No, you come home," she giggled playfully slapping his arm. She made him breakfast, the routine comforting her. As the days turned into weeks, she was able to push that night out of her mind. Bob never questioned a thing, and everything went back to normal.
A couple months later, her boss came into her office. "Lisa, do you think you can attend a three day conference in New York I know it's last minute but my husband is sick," she said, her tone not leaving much room for no.
Lisa nodded, her stomach twisting. "Of course," she said, though the thought of being away from Bob made her uneasy. She had never been to New York before, and the idea of going to the city alone was both exciting and scary.
When she told Bob about the trip, he smiled. "Sounds like a great opportunity," he said, his support unwavering.
Lisa tried to convince him to come with her, but he couldn't get the time off work. She was disappointed, but she understood. The day of the trip arrived, and Bob drove her to the airport, planting a kiss on her lips before she boarded the plane.
The flight was uneventful, and she arrived in New York with a sense of uneasiness. She took an Uber to the hotel/convention center, she got to her room she was exhausted, she gave Bob a call let him know she made it ok, she ordered room service and called it a night. The first day of the conference was a whirlwind of one seminar after another. That night two of the VPs from work invited her to dinner there they told her they expected her and the banquet tomorrow night, she hadn't pack anything for a banquet so she hurried up and left called an Uber to take her to a store to by a dress, luckily she was able to find one. Again the next days seminars rushed by the last one sounded like the most boring..legal "Ugh they saved the best for last." she said to herself.
She sat down in the conference room, her mind wandering as the speaker was introduced. She wasn't paying attention until the applause started, when she looked up, a shot of adrenaline run through her like a bolt of lightning. It was James.
