My name is Gary and I dream of having sex with a girl I know named Gail. She's also married so this just has to be a fantasy, unless she would choose to fool around with me.
So this day arrived...
Gail and I would often meet for lunch once a month. The only thing we did was hug when we first met and hug again when we left the restaurant.
It was July and Gail wanted to meet for dinner this time. I agreed, since my wife, Ashley, was visiting her mom and dad. They lived four hours away.
It was Friday night and we met at the Los Guachos Taqueria Mexican restaurant. Gail and I sat down at a booth.
Gail was about a two feet smaller than me and six years younger. We had been friends for the past twenty-five years and I've always thought she was sexy.
Tonight Gail wore black Capri pants, white blouse and bare feet in sandals. I wore Khaki slacks and a dress shirt.
So after we chatted and finished our dinner that included a few Margarita's we left the restaurant.
Once we got outside I gave Gail a hug but instead of leaving Gail looked at me. "Gary, why don't you come over to the house? We could have some coffee, desert and watch a movie," she said with her warm smile.
"What about Henry?" I asked about her husband.
"He's away for a camping weekend with his best friend."
"Sure, I would love that," I said.
"Great. Follow me," she said and walked over to her SUV.
I walked over to my car and got inside.
I followed Gail's SUV over to her house.
I went with Gail inside her house.
We walked into her kitchen.
"I know, instead of coffee, how about some more
Margarita's?" she said while she slipped out of her sandals.
"That would be nice."
I helped Gail make a pitcher of Margarita's. We poured two glasses and she walked me into her den.
We put on a movie from Netflix on the TV and sat down on the couch. She sat to my left.
We chatted and drank while we watched a movie. But if truth be known, I wasn't paying attention to the movie.
I was more interested in Gail's company.
After my third Margarita, I started to fee a good buzz coming on and I can imagine so did Gail.
But after the third Margarita I noticed that Gail was sitting right next to me. And I was happy.
So I decided to take a chance. I reached over and placed my hand on top of Gail's hand. She accepted it and we held hands. I started to feel like a teenager on his first date with the girl of his dreams.
We got up and poured our fourth Margarita and sat back down on the couch.
After a few drinks, I decided to take my next move. I placed my arm around Gail's shoulder. She rested her head on my shoulder and she placed her feet on the couch and we cuddled.
After ten minutes of cuddling I let my Margarita take away my inhibitions. I leaned over and planted a kiss on Gail's lips. She didn't reject me and I again felt like a teenager on his first date.
Gail's lips tasted good and this was something I've wanted to do for the past twenty-five years. But I couldn't when we were both married. I would never ruin our marriages.
After a few seconds our kissing turned passionate with our tongues swirling around each other. Our hearts were both racing. Our lips separated.
"I have to be honest, Gail. I've always wanted to kiss you," I said.