Emily thought that her late-night trip to the library on Valentines Day would be a short jaunt. Drive in, get the textbook she needed for class, check out and get home to her loving husband, who hopefully had a Valentines' surprise waiting for her. She hadn't exactly dressed for the occasion; her curvy 5'4" frame was still draped in the white button-up blouse, black skirt, and hair put up in a bun that she'd worn to church several hours earlier. Yet as Emily found the book, brought it to the checkout counter and got her library card swiped with just a glance exchanged with the librarian, a tall figure glancing through the books arrayed on the shelves caught her eye.
Emily took a deep breath and sized the man up. Tall and lanky, wavy jet black hair and fair skin. His jaw was chiseled and he was impeccably dressed in a sharp black sport coat and slacks. Could it be Etienne from the dance hall last night? Emily was too shy to ask until the man's hazel eyes connected with hers. The attraction was magnetic as the two began to walk towards each other.
When Emily was at the dance hall on Friday and Saturday nights, it was like her most raw inhibitions could finally be set free. She was a master of swing and tango, and regularly got to dance with handsome guys who could hold their own with her on the dance floor. Her husband John would drop her off at the dance hall and pick her up, but would much rather play video games at home than dance with his beautiful bride. Emily worked her magic with her light feet and swiveling hips, and often got playful and flirty with the lucky guy who had her as a dance partner that night. Etienne had been every bit as flirty as her past dance partners last night.
"Well hello madame," the man began. "We danced together last night in the studio downtown," he reminded her.
"How could I forget!" Emily replied. "You were so light on your feet!" Left unsaid, but burning in Emily's mind, was the way he stole a glance at her cleavage every time she bent backwards as they danced together.
"And I'm..."
"Emily," Etienne interrupted. "I had to remember the name of the best dancer in the whole studio." Emily just blushed at the comment, while Etinenne decisively and firmly put his left hand on Emily's lower back while taking her left hand is his right. He started moving Emily in a slow rock step, leading her between the shelves of books. As Etienne rocked his hips back and forth, Emily felt the bulge in his pants swiping across her belly. Man, she thought to herself, this guy's hung and getting chubbier!
Etienne quickly put any subtlety to rest when he put firm pressure on Emily's back, drawing her hips into his throbbing loins. His hand slid up the back of Emily's white blouse and towards her neck, untying her hair from its bun and letting it roll down her shoulders. Emily was totally lost in the moment; her dear husband didn't even register in her mind.
It was Emily's turn to make the next move. She started kissing Etinenne passionately; her lover responded and slowly started rubbing his hands down Emily's curvaceous breasts, then feeling the curves of her hips and thighs. Etienne then dragged them firmly back up her legs, deftly moving under her dress as he leaned Emily backwards against the bookshelf.
