Lisa was apprehensive as she arrived at the soccer fields and parked her SUV. She knew meeting Julian there would lead to only one thing, but despite her remaining hesitations, she couldn't say no this time. The two of them had been flirting for months, ever since they began playing on the same rec-league beach volleyball team. Her attraction to him was electric, and she was even more turned on by his almost cocky confidence.
A day earlier, after weeks of Julian's invites and advances, Lisa had texted him and agreed to meet him for "drinks" after his soccer game. Over the past five years she had debated cheating on her husband several times, but never had taken things anywhere near this level.
At 35, Lisa could pass for a gorgeous 25, with a tight, fit body and long light brown hair. She had taken care of herself since having her son seven years earlier, working out regularly and playing volleyball any chance she could get. She had been an excellent player in university, and perhaps that helped further explain her attraction to Julian; when she was playing volleyball with him, she felt a dozen years younger. When she looked at him, she saw a confident, tall, athletic stud. In her husband she saw an unemployed lug whose laziness had grown him man tits and a massive gut. Julian had even summarized things for her one day when he boldly said "You could do a lot better than that."
Lisa parked her Jeep Liberty and headed toward the field where Julian was playing soccer with his friends. From a distance she caught a glimpse of him running with the ball, his shirt off. His lean, fit frame in action made her heart skip a beat. He looked even hotter playing soccer than he did playing volleyball, she thought to herself.
Julian saw her approaching and had to stop himself from getting hard. She looked smoking hot in shorts and a tight black polo. Having Lisa meet him at the soccer field was an added bonus for him. He knew she would be impressed by his further physical exploits - he was the best player on their volleyball team and he was by far the best in this rag-tag crew of soccer players. At 29, Julian was a player in the strongest sense of the word, living many a guy's dream. He had briefly played pro soccer in Europe and had done some modelling on the side. Now he was a successful PR manager living in a downtown loft. He usually had two or three women on the go at once, although the previous weeks had been slow as he had spent an unusual amount of energy working on Lisa.
The game wrapped up after Julian's fourth goal, and the two of them met on the field. "Before we go anywhere," Julian said, "I should go home and shower."
"Sure," Lisa said, knowing what lay ahead.
Fifteen minutes later they arrived at Julian's place. Lisa was taken aback by the loft, almost in awe of the 20-foot ceilings and cement finish. As Julian went to the washroom she looked around, her heart pounding. Another turn-on for her were musicians, and she hadn't known that Julian had an electric guitar. She sat on a stool at the kitchen counter, and when he emerged, he asked if she wanted something to drink.
"No thanks," she said.
Julian wasted no time, walking over to her and kissing her. Lisa's head was spinning and she responded gingerly at first, but quickly began kissing him passionately in return. He started caressing her tits and then lifted her shirt off. Lisa returned the favour, and in stroking his tight, lean chest said, "God, you're so fucking hot."
