Tara Ch 02 3

Chapter 02: Basement Dance

I got up Monday, got ready and went to work, and then it happened at about 10am. I got a text from Josh, "Hi, can we meet later today?" My heart was beating so fast I didn't know what to reply. I kept thinking I was crazy to do this. I could lose everything -- my house, my family, my friends, everything -- if I got caught.

After about 10 minutes of thinking I responded simply with, "Yes." Now my mind was racing! I tried to recall, where were my husband and son at that moment; when were they due home? While I was thinking my son called me and asked if he could go to the shore with my sister and her kids. I said, "Of course, have a great time."

Josh then texted me and asked when he should arrive. I returned the text telling him, "working til 1, meet me at my house at 1:30." After I hit send, my heart started throbbing in anticipation of what might be. Then I texted Josh again and reminded him to park his car away from the house and come in the back door, it was unlocked.

The rest of my day at work was extremely long and very unproductive. At about 12:45 I couldn't take it anymore and decided that I had to leave. As I was driving home I couldn't help but notice the fire burning and the wetness developing between my legs. As I pulled into my development I noticed Josh's car parked a few streets over from mine. I pulled into my drive way, turned off my car and looked into my mirror and asked myself, "What are you doing, Tara?" I took a deep breath, grabbed my purse and walked to the front door. I unlocked the door walked in, locking it behind me. There was no sign of Josh, so I walked into the kitchen to fix myself a drink. As I was filling my glass at the counter, I felt those hands on my hips again, but this time I didn't jump; I just sighed. I asked him if he wanted a drink, and he declined. As I was taking a sip of my drink, Josh pushed my hair to the side so he could once again have access to my neck. This time I tilted my head to give him better access, lifted my arm and ran my fingers through his hair as he sent shivers running thru my body. " Josh, you do realize how wrong this is and how many people would be hurt if they ever found out about this."

Josh seemed completely unfazed by the ramifications of what we were doing. With that I took another sip of my Captain and Coke. Josh continued to kiss and nibble my neck as his hands explored my body, slowly running them up and down my side from the bottom of my skirt to the side of my breast. The shivers ran down my back and collected between my legs. My nipples were so hard they were clearly visible, even through my pushup bra. He whispered in my ear how great I smelled, sweet enough to take a bite out of. I told him, "go ahead." He leaned down, pushing the collar of my shirt away, and took a nice deep sensual bite out of the base of my neck. I almost died right there! That is the one thing you can do to me that will make me melt and lose all control. It's like he already knew that. I let out a deep moan as my body just completely relaxed, knowing I was his.

With that, I needed him, I wanted him, so I grabbed his strong but soft hand and debated on where to take him. I didn't want to take him to my bed, the guilt might ruin me, and I didn't want to go to living room in case someone walked by and noticed, so I led him to the basement. I couldn't help but wiggle my ass more than normal as I descended the stairs.

As soon as we reached the bottom Josh turned me towards him and firmly kissed me. I responded by passionately kissing him back and stroking my hand through his blonde hair. As we acted like two love starved maniacs, I told Josh, "I want you!!"

He smirked at me and said, "Oh do you? How much?"

I jokingly slapped his shoulder and told him, "Well maybe not that much." He leaned over and bit my neck kind of hard. I started pounding my fists on his back and yelling, "No marks, no marks!" so he stopped.

I led him to the sofa and told him to have a seat, and I walked over and slowly bent over to turn on the stereo. As I did, I looked over my shoulder, gave him a sexy smile, and wiggled my ass for him. His eyes were fixated on my ass and a smile grew across his face.

Then a thought crossed my mind, "I know what Josh would enjoy." When I was younger before meeting my husband and getting married, I made extra money with a secret job as a stripper. It felt wonderful to reclaim these wild and free days with my new young companion, and the idea of giving him a taste of the aroused anticipation I had been feeling since our last encounter. So, I slowly stood up turned around, and told him to just stay there and enjoy.

As the music came on, I started moving around shaking my hips, I felt young and wild and out of control again. I looked at him and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, taking my time and teasing him the whole time. I thought, "Wow, I really miss this and want to enjoy this again!"

I could see the expression on his face; it was saying, "Wow, I never saw her in this way before."

My blouse came off and I threw it onto the pool table, and I walked over and started shaking my skirt covered ass in his face as I slowly made my skirt ride up higher, to the point that he could see the bottom of my ass. I was getting so excited showing off for him that I was getting a natural high, dizzy with sexual excitement. Josh reached up and tried to pull me down onto his lap. I slapped his hands and said, "Don't touch, just look," just like I was in a club. I then continued my show by taking my bra off like a pro, and twirling it across the room onto the table with my blouse.

I continued dancing, partially covering my breasts with my hands, because I am a little uncomfortable with my small breasts. However, when Josh said, "Let me see them," I shyly lower my hands, showing him my big dark areolas and hardened nipples. As I became more comfortable I continue my strip show for him. This time I bent over in front of him, shaking my ass in his face and told him, "Unzip me." He took his time unzipping my skirt and grabbed my ass a few times, until I stepped away and wiggled my hips to make my skirt fall to the floor. There I was in 2 inch heels and a navy blue thong, dancing for my new lover. I looked him in the eyes and asked, "Like what you see?" He nodded. I responded, "Good, now let me see something I want." I fixed my eyes on the bulge in his shorts. With that he kicked off his sneakers, and slid his shorts and boxers off in one swift move. And there it was, that amazing cock that made me feel like none other a couple days ago in my bathroom.

I couldn't take my eyes off of it! I could feel the dampness building between my legs and knew I was his, but I didn't want him to know it. I wanted to keep some control. So I walked over between his legs, leaned over and forcefully kissed him, then grabbed his T-shirt and aggressively ripped it over his head and threw it across the room. I straddled his lap and started kissing him as he ran his hands over my body. I began slowly grinding my hips against his nice young stiff cock.

I knew I wanted it bad and immediately, no foreplay needed. I sat up, reached down between my legs and grabbed his hardness firmly. I looked him right in the eyes as I guided his wonderful cock past my thong and to my pleasure place. I teased my self with a couple swipes up and down my slit, and then slowly lowered myself down on him, never breaking eye contact with him. I put my hands on his shoulders, arched my back as he put his hands on my hips, and slowly lowered myself all the way down onto that amazing shaft. Once I bottomed out he asked," Want me to use a condom, and how much time do we have?"

I panted," No, and we safely have 30 minutes maybe a little more." With that I slowly started to rotate my hips adjusting myself to his size and enjoying the amazing burning feeling running inside my body. While I was gyrating on him, he leaned over and started sucking and licking my nipples and telling me how amazing I looked. I softly said, "Thank you, but no need to try to flatter me, you already have me. "

He responded, "I am serious you are gorgeous." I blushed a bit, then leaned over, nibbled his ear, and whispered, "Shhhh, stop talking and let me fuck you." Once again I was shocked at my language, and I started sliding up and down his lovely pleasure stick. I love riding a hard cock; even during the boring sex sessions with my husband, I would try to get on top so I could get some pleasure. Then, just as we did in my bathroom, we found a natural rhythm and he kept hitting all the right spots over and over .

We kept this rhythm for about 4 songs on the radio. I could tell he was close and so was I so I started really rocking my hips as I slammed myself onto his lap, causing him to keep hitting my cervix. This was a pleasure-and-pain feeling. Then, suddenly I ruptured into orgasm, calling out, "Jossssshhhhhhh!" and digging my nails into his chest and shoulder. As I climaxed, Josh firmly grabbed my hips and held me down on his lap and drove his cock past my cervix, unloading all of his hotness deep inside me. Then I kind of collapsed, resting my head on his shoulder. It was then I noticed my reflection in the glass of the picture behind the sofa. I had changed, I was no longer that boring house wife; I was born again into the wild woman I was before I settled down and got married.

Josh and I just stayed together kissing softly until I turned and looked at the clock and said, "I don't want this to end but we can't afford getting caught." I lifted myself off of his now soft penis, walked across the room in my thong and heels, grabbed my blouse, and slid it on, buttoning only one button. By the time I walked back to Josh, he was already dressed. I leaned over, kissed him and thanked him. He reached up, grabbed my ass and tried to pull me back down, but I resisted and said, " No, we don't have time." Then I did something I can't believe. I stood up straight and slid my thong down my legs and over my heels and offered it to Josh, dangling it on my finger. He reached out and took it with a simple "thanks."

I then guided him back up the stairs to the back door, where we kissed passionately until he reached down and started playing with my clit. I enjoyed the feeling but pushed him away and said, "STOP, you're killing me with how good that feels, but we don't have time." He looked like a lost puppy dog. I opened the door, gave him a quick kiss and said, "I will talk to you later." He turned and left and I watched until he disappeared out of sight. Then I closed the door. Feeling a little lost myself, I walked downstairs to collect my skirt and bra, and sat on the sofa where I had just had sex with Josh. I closed my eyes to embrace the feeling. As I was enjoying the thought I found my hand rubbing myself, and I couldn't stop. I sat there and masturbated until I bit my lip and had another orgasm and moaned, "Jossssshhhhh," again. I was completely satisfied and exhausted, so I just stayed there catching my breath. Slowly, I started to doze off, until I heard a car door and realized my son was home. I quickly got up, grabbed my bra and skirt and ran into the laundry room. I hastily got dressed and threw a small load of laundry in to cover my tracks. When I walked upstairs I saw my son Colton, smiled at him and asked how his day was, but I never really heard his answer. I walked upstairs with thoughts of Josh in my head. I went straight to my bathroom started a shower, got undressed , put both hands on the vanity, looked in the mirror, smiled and knew that I found happiness. I jumped in the shower leaned against the wall, closed my eyes and started dreaming and ...