Alison Preece hated herself for what she was feeling. And for what she was thinking of doing. She could not get him out of her head, no matter how much she wanted to. Ever since she saw him the other day, he was constantly in her thoughts.
It was summertime and the 31-year-old high school teacher was in the middle of her annual break. And, like previous years, she quickly found herself becoming a bit bored during the warm summer months of being cooped up in the house while her husband was at work Monday to Friday.
Alison and Philip had been high school sweethearts and got engaged in college. They married shortly after graduation and by all accounts had a pretty good life together. Neither had ever slept with anyone else before they were married, and apart from one mistake a couple of years ago, she had stayed faithful to him during their entire relationship.
But now, two years removed from her adulterous slip-up, she was again finding herself tempted.
She had been out running errands a day earlier and she recognized Ken Chapman right away when she saw him at the coffee shop. She could not get over how great he looked – virtually the same as when she last saw him in college. He was the same age as her, if she recalled correctly, and still strikingly handsome. Well built with shaggy brown hair and dark eyes, he reminded her of a young Johnny Depp.
Back in college, almost all of the girls she hung around with, herself included, had a huge crush on him. Not only was he good looking and cocky, but he was also a star receiver on the school's football team and an honours student to boot. A few girls she knew had dated him and by all accounts, the feedback from those lucky ladies was overwhelmingly positive when it came to his skills in the bedroom.
Alison was a bit taken aback that he recognized her and approached her in the coffee shop. None to her surprise, he had done quite well for himself, running his own sporting goods store and looking to branch out and open a second store back in his old college town. He told her that he was in town for a few days meeting with potential investors and looking into some retail space opportunities.
The entire time the two spoke, she could feel her pulse quicken and her face flush. She could swear that he was checking her out while they talked. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking on her part, but nonetheless, she could not help but admit to herself that she was somewhat excited just by the thought of the attention.
A beautiful woman in her own right, she knew that plenty of men were regularly giving her the once over wherever she went. At the high school where she taught it was common knowledge to both students and faculty alike that Mrs. Preece was by far the most fantasized about teacher – by both groups.
Alison was around 5'6" tall, with a gorgeous face and killer body. Her dirty blonde hair fell to her mid-back and she kept herself in great shape. She had managed to keep practically the same figure she had back in high school when she had first met her husband. Her legs were sleek and shapely, and her ass curvy and tight, but it was her ample bosom that garnered the most attention. A natural 38C, her breasts were round and firm, and often difficult to contain in some of the tight-fitting or low-cut tops she often dressed in.
Though she had merely suspected, or at least imagined, that this hunk from her past was admiring her physical attributes during their conversation, those suspicions increased when Ken suggested that the two meet for lunch while he was in town to "catch-up".
She could barely even remember saying "yes" to the invitation, but what she did remember was her heart racing and body trembling as she wondered if there was more to the invite than just lunch. Regardless of her spotty recollection of the acceptance, Alison walked out of the coffee shop with a date to meet him the following afternoon at the restaurant in the hotel where he was staying.
That night Alison could barely sleep. Her mind wrestled with the possibilities of what could happen the following day. On one hand, she figured that she was just going to lunch with an old acquaintance – no harm, no foul. But on the other hand, she had not told her husband anything about seeing him, or going to lunch with him the next day, not to mention the feelings that welled up inside her as she thought about the rendezvous. She really had no idea what would happen. Was she reading too much into the lunch invitation? Had the boredom of the long summer off sent her off fantasizing about some illicit tryst with little to no substantiation that anything along those lines would occur?
When morning finally came, she kissed her husband goodbye like a good wife and then strategically began preparing for her engagement that afternoon. First she put her hair up in curlers and then she slipped into a hot bath. She shaved her silky legs and then moved in between her legs. Slowly and methodically she removed the pubic hair from her mound. It had been quite awhile since she had shaved herself bare down there, and the sensation sent shockwaves rolling throughout her body. After she finished her grooming, as tempting as it was, she managed to restrain herself from slipping her fingers into her needy pussy. She knew exactly what images would pop into her head if she began to pleasure herself, and she was more than a little terrified by them.
Alison emerged from the bathroom in a towel, and set out with the task of selecting what to wear. First she picked out her sexiest bra and panty set – her most flattering black push-up bra, the black one with the plunging front that showcased the most cleavage possible, and a matching pair of black lace panties. Next, she added a pair of thigh-high black nylon stockings. The dress would be a flirty little scoop-neck number, chocolate coloured with a soft feel and sweetly seductive silhouette. The finishing touch would be a pair of black leather peep-toe sandals with four and a half inch stacked heels.
Turning her attention to her hair, she systematically removed the curlers from her dirty blonde mane, and carefully crafted her lush locks into a mixture of loose curls and velvety waves. A quick application of light make-up followed – a playful pink lip gloss and some deep brown eye shadow to match her dress.
Looking herself over in the floor to ceiling mirror on the closet door in the bedroom, she knew she looked good. She was ready for more than just a friendly lunch. The trouble was – she did not know what exactly she was ready for, or what she honestly wanted to happen.
Alison could feel his eyes on her from the moment she walked into the restaurant. Or at least she had convinced herself that she could. As she made her way towards the table, she sensed his gaze on her bosom and quickly felt a tingle run down her spine.
"Hi." Ken greeted her, rising from his seat as she arrived. "Alison, wow, you look great."
She felt her heart flutter with the compliment, confirming her hunch that he had been staring at her as she walked in.
"Thanks Ken." She replied with a smile as he pulled her chair out for her as she took her seat. "So do you."
Damn right he looked good, she thought to herself. He was wearing a smartly cut single button black blazer overtop of a white cotton button down shirt and a stylish pair of tight fitting blue jeans that nicely outlined his perfectly formed ass. She could feel her nipples stiffen from just looking at him.
The pair engaged in the typical inane banter that one usually partakes in when catching up with an old acquaintance. All throughout the meal both asked the appropriate questions and smiled politely and listened to the other as they rambled on about what they had been up to over the last several years. But, as polite and sociable as the conversation was, for nearly the entire time, Alison had something else entirely on her mind.
She detested herself for it, but throughout pretty much the entire lunch she had been imagining what it would be like to be in bed with the handsome man sitting across from her. She could not explain what had gotten into her, but she knew that just being around him was stirring some incredible feelings within her.
As the meal concluded and the waitress brought the cheque, Alison almost breathed a sigh of relief that it was coming to an end. She was not sure how much longer she could take being around him. With the finish line in sight, she figured she just had to last a few more minutes and make it through the goodbyes before she could getaway.
It was not until Ken offered some free swag from his sporting goods store and invited her up to his room to retrieve it, that she knew that escape would not come that easily.
She heard herself saying "yes", but it was almost like watching someone else speaking the word. Her head was spinning and her heart pounding as she followed him out of the restaurant and into the elevator. Then, as if time had been fast-forwarded, she found herself being led into his hotel room.
Alison trembled as she walked into the room and heard the door click shut behind her. They both knew damn well that she did not want any free sporting goods swag. Feeling completely out of control of the situation, she squeezed her eyes shut to try and regain her focus.
"Everything okay Alison?" Ken asked, noticing her unease.
Her eyes shot open at the sound of his voice and she found herself gazing into his dark, seductive eyes.
"Ken," she answered softly, her mouth dry and words shaky. "Why do I get the feeling you invited me up here for more than just to give me free t-shirts?"
"What do you mean?" He replied with a slim, knowing grin. "Why do you think I invited you up here?"
"I, umm..." she stammered, not wanting to reveal her thoughts on his intentions.
"Why did you come up here Alison?" He asked, staring deep into her eyes. "You tell me."
Again she pressed her eyes shut, this time shaking her head in disbelief at what she was about to profess.
"Ever since I saw you the other day," she whispered. "I... I've barely been able to breathe."
"And why is that?" He replied, his slight grin now turning into a confident smile as he stepped closer to her.
"What do you expect me to say?" She whimpered in response, cursing herself for allowing him to manipulate her like this.
"I expect you to tell me the truth." Ken answered, his eyes locked on hers. "I expect you to tell me that you want me, like I want you, maybe even more. And you do. We both know you do."
"I love my husband." She breathed, turning away from him.
"Oh you love your husband, but you want me. Only you can't admit it to yourself." He told her as he moved back in front of her. "But I've seen it Alison. I've seen it in your eyes. And you've seen it too. You've seen your desires, and your desires scared you."
"Shut up!" She spit out, her emotions overflowing. "Don't say that! It's not true."
"Alright, deny it all you want." He said, gently taking hold of her shoulder and turning her to face him again. "But if you want me Alison, you're gonna have to ask me. You're gonna have to say the words." His self-assured smile was now a full blown smirk. "They're simple words Alison – I want you Ken, I want to be with you. I want to make love with you."
"No, I can't." She whispered, desperately trying to look away from him but unable to break his gaze.
