I was 19 when we first met. He was married, 20 years my senior, and my step dad's cousin. Even knowing he was technically family AND married didn't stop me from fantasizing about him. Stanley was different. He was charming, and he was funny, and he had an incredible smile. And every time he looked at me my nipples hardened and I could feel a rush of heat to my pussy. I was drawn to him, but knowing he was married was enough to keep me away. Or so I thought.
Three months after we first met a family friend had a wedding. I was excited to have a whole weekend where I could find reasons to flirt with Stanley. He had never given me any indication he was interested in me. How could he be? His wife was a bombshell. She was tall and slender with a body I envied. When I saw her sweep her blonde hair over her shoulder I wanted to run up to her and yank out every strand. What could he see in me? Sure, I had a good body, but I wasn't like her. My body was tight, my hips fuller than her, and my breasts at least a size smaller. Where she had long blond hair, I had wavy brown hair. We were polar opposites, and if she was any indication of what he wanted, then I was most certainly not his type.
Saturday night, the wedding was in full swing. Open bar, crowded dance floor. "Let's grab a drink," Stanley said as he steered me towards the bar. He ordered two martinis and handed one to me. I looked at him as I took my first sip and said, "You know I'm too young to drink, right?" and smiled at him. "Please," he said, "I'm sure this isn't your first." He winked at me and I could feel my entire face turn red. "You're cute when you blush."
Halfway through our drinks Stanley asked if I wanted to grab a smoke with him. When I told him I didn't smoke he said, "Come with me anyway. I could use the company." He put his hand on my lower back and steered me out of the room and towards the elevator.
"Where are we going?" I asked confused. "Upstairs. I left my cigarettes in the room. We can hit the mini bar and sit on the balcony." The elevator doors closed and he pushed the button to his floor.
Why was I so nervous? We weren't doing anything, just having a drink. Once in the room he grabbed a can of coke and two little bottles of Jack Daniels and made us a drink. He lit his cigarette and we made our way out onto the balcony. I slammed my drink down thinking it would help calm my nerves. "Hey there, tiger, take it easy. Here, have mine, but don't suck it down like you did that last one." He handed me his drink and I had to talk myself down from immediately tipping it back.
It seemed like we were there for hours, but it couldn't have been more than 10 minutes. As he stubbed out the butt of his cigarette, I stood up and said, "I guess we should go back." I walked towards the door, unlocked the bolt, and had my right hand on the handle ready to turn it. Suddenly I felt him behind me and his right hand was on mine. I could feel his breath on my neck and it gave me goosebumps.
"Wait," he whispered into my ear.
I froze with my hand on the door knob. He moved his hand off my wrist and locked the door. I just stood there.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He leaned forward and I could feel his lips on my shoulder making a trail towards my neck and ear. "You smell so good" he said in a raspy voice. It felt like with every kiss he planted my pussy got wetter and wetter.
"We should go back." I said quietly. My voice sounding shrill and a little too loud. I was nervous and excited and confused. I wanted him to stop and I wanted him to keep going. I wanted to run away, and I wanted him to make me stay.
He bit my earlobe and licked my neck. "Turn around," he whispered, and I did. He pushed me back gently against, licked a trail from the hollow of my neck to my mouth and he kissed me. He pushed his body into mine and I was trapped between him and the door. I could feel his cock up against my thigh and it made me want him more. I wanted to unzip his pants, and feel his cock in my hand, I wanted to stroke him until he came. I wanted to fall to my knees and lick every last drop of cum off of the tip.
Nervously, I tried to push him away, "We shouldn't do this. We should go back."
He kissed me again, this time grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. I moaned. He ran his right hand over my breasts and my nipples hardened. He chuckled at me as he lowered the neckline of my dress and planted a kiss on the top of my breast. He pulled the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts. He took my breast in his hand, and ran his thumb over the nipple. I moaned again as he lowered his lips to the nipple. He sucked on it, bit it, flicked his tongue over it, and sucked it again all while thumbing my other nipple. He then switched and moved his attention to the left breast. His tongue felt soft and coarse on the nipple, and it felt like there was a direct line from my nipple straight to my clit.
I grabbed his face and brought it back to mine. I kissed him and our tongues swirled around in one another's mouths. I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him towards me and he groaned into my mouth. He pressed his pelvis into mine and began grinding into me. I could feel his hard cock rubbing up against me. He shifted his weight and reached his right hand down to my left thigh. He ran his hand up my leg and the palm of his hand ended on my ass. He squeezed my ass, then tucked one finger into the waistband of my panties, and ran it across my lower back. I pressed into him.
His whole hand was down the back of my panties and he was rubbing my ass. His hand started dipping lower down, and I knew he was going to try to put his fingers inside of me. I pulled his hand out and pushed him away.
"Oh God," I whispered. "We can't do this. This is so wrong. We have to go back."
He took my hand and led me towards the bed. I went willingly. I knew I would do whatever he wanted me to do.
He laid me on the bed and told me to lift my dress. "No!" I said, "We cannot do this," but I made no attempts to get up and move. He laid next to me on the bed and started kissing me again. I wrapped my leg over him and his hand was instantly running up my leg. He pulled my leg off of him and pushed my legs open. When I tried to draw my knees together he gripped my leg tighter and kept them apart. He had a vice grip on my leg and I knew it would leave a mark. "Ouch! You're hurting me!" I said to him. He looked at me, the smile was gone, "Stop resisting. I just want to make you feel good."