Bo followed Aimee down the road out of town. Their speeding cars matched his racing mind. Aimee was the wife of the new minister at his church. She was in her late 20s, attractive, vivacious, and incredibly attractive. He had been drawn to her since she and her husband had started at the church six months ago. At first he'd simply admired her, figuring that he had no chance with her as she was married to a minister who seemed to treat her well. However, about three months ago, he'd been place on a committee with her. He still hadn't thought much of it until she'd begun to flirt with him. At first, he thought it was just his imagination, but when she'd begun to play with his leg under the table, he'd begun to believe she might actually want to mess around. Being married himself, he'd been cautious at first. As he'd responded to her flirting, she'd grown bolder, wearing outfits that accentuated her tight, young body and finding ways to brush against his arm surreptitiously.
Last week, she'd told him that her husband was going to go to a meeting this week and that she was afraid to enter her house alone. She'd asked if he would follow her home and see her in. He'd agreed, letting it drop that his wife would be away visiting family during that time. Her smile had given him a woody that he had to work hard to hide. The week had seemed to crawl by, but finally Tuesday came. He'd had a moment of hesitation as he'd arrived at the church for the meeting, but as soon as he saw her, his doubt had vanished. She was wearing a pink and black pants suit that fit her well and showed off her curves. She'd greeted him with a wink and squeezed his arm. The meeting had seemed to drag on forever, but after just over an hour it was over. She'd stood around talking until only a few folks were left, then excused herself to get something from her husband's office. As she'd passed him, she'd slipped him a note that had told him to wait for her by the traffic light across the parking lot. He'd complied and minutes later, she'd pulled up beside him and revved her engine. He'd rolled down his window and she winked and told him to stay on her tail.
Now, as they drove out of the city to Aimee's house, Bo's heart was beating quickly. He wasn't sure what he was in store for, but he felt sure he was going to like it. After several minutes of exceeding the speed limit, Aimee signaled and turned into her driveway. The house was off the road a bit and as they pulled up the driveway, she raised the garage door and motioned for him to pull in beside her. He did and in a flash, she was lowering the door and was on her way into the house. Bo exited his car and followed her to the door. She opened it, and motioned grandly to him, "Ok, Mr. Protector, make sure there aren't any boogie men in there." She grinned coyly as he walked past her and proceeded through the house. The house was only one level and kind of small, so it only took him a few minutes to go through and see that no one else was there. He returned to the kitchen to see that Aimee had poured two glasses of wine. "Sinful, I know," she said, as she handed him one, "I guess I'm just a bad girl," she said with a wink. She turned away and removed the jacket of her pants suit. Underneath, she was wearing a simple white blouse that seemed to be straining to hold in her breasts. Bo tried unsuccessfully not to stare as he gulped his wine. She caught him and gave him a grin and a giggle. "Whatcha' lookin' at, Bo?" she asked with a smile that said she knew exactly what he was looking at. "We don't have to stand here," she said, "I've got a couch."
Bo turned and moved to the couch and sat down. Rather than sit on the other end, Aimee sat on the middle cushion, pulling her legs up under her and facing him. She looked exquisite and he blushed as she caught him staring again.
"You're staring," she said playfully, "that's not very polite!" She reached over and patted his leg playfully. Bo reached down and patted her hand lightly. She smiled again and took his hand in both of hers as she met his gaze. He moved closer to her and she put his hand to her lips and kissed it gently. She whispered softly, "I want you to spend the night with me." Bo gulped and nodded. Aimee leaned in, took his glass and set hers and his on the table. Then she snuggled up to Bo and leaned in and kissed him. He placed his hand on her cheek and returned the kiss, inhaling her sweet scent. Aimee put her hands on his shoulders and leaned in as they deepened the kiss. His arms went around her as she pressed herself to him and slid her tongue into his mouth. His tongue met hers and their passion quickly increased. His hands moved down her back and hers moved over his chest and arms as they kissed. Suddenly she broke the kiss and stood up. At first, Bo thought she'd changed her mind, but she took his hand, pulled him to his feet, and led him to the bedroom.
As soon as they entered, she turned and faced him and kissed him deeply again, putting her arms around him and pressing herself against him. He responded in kind, crushing her against him and kissing her passionately. Aimee pushed back slightly and began to unbutton his shirt. Bo again responded in kind, fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. She pulled his shirt from his pants and roughly pulled it off his arms. He was equally rough with her blouse, ripping the buttons on one of the cuffs. Her eyes never left his as she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and let it drop to the floor. He licked his lips at the sight of her full, heavy breasts. She embraced him again, pressing them to his chest as she began to lick and suckle his neck and throat. He squirmed as his hands moved over her bare shoulders and back. He squeezed her ass through her pants, and then let his hands search for the zipper.
