She watched Mike make his rounds through the other guests; laughing and joking. He was a flirt of the highest magnitude which when coupled with his heavily muscled physique and strong face was deadly. She wondered how it was possible that so many months in the desert had made him even harder to turn away from.
There had always been a tension between them. It was thinly veiled at best and numerous jokes were flung around about him "carrying her off" or "borrowing Tim's wife". But there was a way that he leveled his eyes at her that she knew that his jokes were more like announcements of what he was really thinking.
She and Tim were happy together, but their sex life was dead in the water. She had always been the more sexual one, but these days he was always tired, and when he was up for something it was rote. He'd roll over and perform thirty seconds of digital foreplay before he climbed aboard and had at it. The sex life was reduced to encounters that she would have called quickies in the old days. He was sitting outside now talking with the other smoking guests. He would eventually make his way into the house in a few hours and pass out on the couch. It was all sooooo sad.
The bottom line was that she was desperate for a good fucking. She would have been thrilled if Tim was up for it, but he just wasn't. Increasingly she found her mind wandering to the men around her, and Mike was an easy target. He had always been a terrible flirt, far worse with her than he was with the other women in the group. And then there was the way that he looked at her, like he would devour her if given half a chance.
She had been relieved when he was deployed to go to war. Worried about him, but relieved for her own sanity. He was safely out of reach, and she was left to take things into her own hands with the mere memory of how he made her feel. Increasingly, she had found herself using him in her fantasies when she masturbated. She thought what those eyes of his promised and came against her fingers more than she would like to admit, sometimes lying next to her sleeping husband.
And now he was home...the conquering hero returned. They, being some of his closest friends, were the ones to organize his welcome home and now she watched him walk through the other guests toward her with a slight smirk on his chisled face.
"You having fun?" she asked smirking herself and flirting just bit more than she really should.
"Always," he said putting his arm around her shoulder. "You look beautiful," he whispered in her ear.
She blushed and shook her head, slapping his arm gently. He kissed the top of her ear and squeezed her a little before he let go and walked outside to get another beer.
She turned and headed for her room, trying to catch her breath after smelling him so close. His cologne was barely perceptable and it lingered in her nose.
The house full of guests a house away, she closed her bedroom door behind her and walked through the darkness to her bathroom, stepping into the water closet that held her toilet and sitting down on the lid to get away from Mike and the unbelievable fluttering in her chest. She got her wits about her and stood, opening the door to her bathroom.
Immediately she saw that the doorway was filled with a dark form and he gently pushed into the water closet with her, closing the door behind him. There was nowhere to stand and so they were pressed against each other and she smelled the scent from earlier.
"What are you doing?" she managed, her heart pounding.
"I've been dreaming about getting you alone for six months," he said in a throaty voice before he pushed her against the wall and kissed her. His hands tangled into her red hair as his mouth tried to devour her, kissing her desperately and hungrily. She kissed him back with just as much passion, wrapping her arms around his neck and melting into him as their mouths locked together.
He tugged at her blouse, opening the buttons until it lay across her shoulders. His hands ran across her large breasts and cupped them firmly but tenderly. He broke away from her mouth and kissed down her neck to her chest. He cupped the bottoms of her breasts, pushing her bra down so that he could claim her nipples with his mouth. He sucked first one and then the other into his mouth. His tongue running across each one which made her pussy burn with a wet heat that was so overwhelming that it almost hurt. Her breath was ragged and heaving as she pressed against the knee that was resting between her legs.
"Please," she begged in a whisper, desperate for him to do something, anything, to help her.
His hands responded, running down her body to lift her skirt. He cupped her ass with both of his hands while he moved back up her body to kiss her mouth. He slid one hand around to the front and held it flat against her belly before sliding it down into her panties. His middle finger split the wet folds of her pussy and found it's way to her opening. He circled it once and then slowly sank it deep inside of her causing her to gasp and sink onto his hand. He put his other hand under her right knee and lifted her leg up so that her foot was braced on the toilet and he was given better access to her.
He proceeded to fuck her slowly with his finger, soaking his entire hand with the moisture from her pussy. He slid his hand back slightly so that he could find her clit. He began rubbing it slowly in small circles which caused her to moan into his mouth. She was mindless with desire now while he fingered her. He took his mouth off of hers and buried it in her neck as he rubbed her slowly, deliberately keeping her at bay.
"Do you want me?" he asked.
"My God, yes!" she gasped, her eyes shut tight.
"Did you think about me when I was gone?" he asked.
"Yes."
