My best friend Will and I were an interesting pair. We met at work a few years ago and soon found out how much we had in common. We shared jokes, music, movie quotes and the like. We didn't talk much outside of work because I didn't want to take away from my time with my family. The friendship was not a problem for my husband because he knew I would never cheat on him and my friend was married with a family of his own. None of that stopped me from wanting to fuck him, though. Of course we flirted; he always told me how nice my ass was or I would catch him staring down my shirt, and I would often whisper something dirty to him and lick my lips because I knew I could make him hard. We knew each other's sexual fantasies and talked about fulfilling them someday, but I never really believed it would happen. People talked behind our backs swearing that we were having an affair at work, but we really were just two adults of the opposite gender who enjoyed each other's friendship. We only saw each other at work, so it's not like our friendship was a problem. It's not that we didn't want to hang out with each other—we just didn't have the time to get away or have the right excuse. Then one day, he tells me he's going to stay in a cabin at a lake about an hour's drive from me for the whole weekend in a few weeks for some R&R...alone. He even winked at me with his charming smile when he said it. I just smiled back.
I needed to think about this. Yes, I wanted to spend time with him...but alone in a cabin? That just sounds like trouble. And to be quite honest, it's exactly the kind of trouble I wouldn't mind getting myself into. Yes, I was happily married and my husband wouldn't think I'd cheat but after talking with Will for all this time I admit I would love the opportunity to fuck his brains out. He was a year younger than me, both of us in our early thirties. He was taller than me, tan and strong; short brown hair and green eyes that sparkled when I teased him. I had medium length, dark brown hair, fair skin with blue eyes, large breasts and a nice round ass...
"And lips that would look great around my dick," Will whispered to me later that day after he told me about his weekend getaway. Goosebumps crawled down my back and I bit my bottom lip as he smiled and winked at me. Shit. I had an opportunity to get away and spend time with Will. Would I fuck him while we were alone? There wasn't a doubt in my mind as I felt my panties getting wet while he grinned at me. I decided not to make it easy for him, though—I knew he liked the idea of taking it from me and I liked a good fight. Of course I will have to keep it low-key; no fingernail scratches or bite marks like the ones that I inflict upon my husband. Yes, this will be interesting. Will is going to have to earn his way between my legs.
A couple weeks went by and the lake weekend was upon me. I told my husband I was going to spend the weekend with Trisha, my best friend from college. I let her know what was going on so she could be my alibi in case he called her. She remembered how I was in the old days and she just laughed. "I knew you would eventually find a man that might be worth the trouble, Kate," she said. "I hope you have a great time, honey." I thanked her. She knew me almost as well as I knew me; I wanted to tease Will just as much as I wanted to fuck him, so this would all depend on how good he was. I've had my share of one-time flings before I married and they weren't worth exploring again. Will keeps me wondering while we flirt together. I was getting excited.
The excitement puddled between my legs as I pulled up to the little cabin Will rented on Saturday morning. His truck was already there, fishing gear laid out on the tailgate. He stepped out of the doorway and spotted me, smiling. "You made it," he said as his grin grew bigger. He was wearing a maroon t-shirt and khaki cargo shorts; I wore a bright blue halter top over a faded jeans skirt. He grabbed his tackle box and fishing poles and winked at me as he took them into the cabin. I fetched my bag from the backseat and followed him inside.
The cabin was small with just a few rooms to accommodate no more than four people. A small dining area and a kitchen are on each side of me as I follow him through the door. Further in are a living room with two sofas and a coffee table, a bathroom with a tub/shower, and a bedroom with bunk beds on both sides. I put my bag on one of the beds as he put his gear in the floor, standing the poles against the wall. Neither of us had spoken another word for several minutes; was he as nervous as I was?
"So," I said, clearing my throat. He looked over at me warmly. "What are we doing this weekend?"
Will grinned. "Whatever we want." He took a few steps towards me slowly, watching my reaction. I stood my ground, hoping my nervousness would go away and he wouldn't see it. He stopped in front of me, lifting his hands to my waist and pulling me to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his face grew closer to mine, our lips inches apart. He didn't kiss me; his mouth moved up my cheek to my ear and he whispered "I have wanted to taste you for so long."
I gasped at his admission, feeling my thong growing damp again. His lips finally met mine, kissing me slowly as our tongues danced together for the first time. His hands moved down from my waist to my hips and under my ass, cupping my cheeks and lifting me up off the floor. I giggled into his lips as he held me against the wall, tasting me more urgently as I wrapped my legs around him. His mouth moved down my face to my neck, licking and kissing my tender skin. I moaned again as his fingers slipped between my cheeks and found my wet thong. A groan escaped his throat as he pushed the material aside and slipped a finger inside my soaking wet pussy. Lifting his face from my neck Will looked at me hungrily. I bit my bottom lip and grinned, shrugging. His hands left my half-exposed ass as he put me back down on the floor. Then suddenly he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the bedroom to the dining room, pushing me to the empty table and bending me over it.
"Stay like this," he ordered as he knelt behind me, shoving my jeans skirt up my thighs to my waist, exposing my pink thong underneath. He inhaled my scent as his hands began massaging my cheeks. I leaned up off of the table, squeezing my legs together the best I could. His fingers dug into my hips as he stood up behind me. "I said stay down," he growled.
"No," I countered, somewhat quieter than I had intended. Will was good; almost too good. "I want you to ask me," I whispered.
"Ask you?" he asked. "Ask you what?"
I sighed, summoning my courage. "I want you to beg to taste me. And say please," I spoke, a little louder this time, looking back at his face.
Will was frowning, but then he smirked as he stood up to whisper to me, "Alright, this time I will. But understand this, you cock-teasing bitch, I will never ask you again. You came to this cabin willingly; you are for my pleasure and I will use you accordingly."
My mouth fell open in shock. A tease is certainly something he has called me before, but his voice and attitude at this moment were not only controlling but sexy as hell. My clit throbbed in anticipation as he knelt back down behind me. He sighed as I watched him, waiting for him to ask.
