I am sitting here, raking my fingers over the dashboard, trying to decide what to do. The unintelligible laughter of children playing down the street is a constant reminder of how exposed I am. My very presence here is a risk, and every minute I stay is another minute someone might notice me parked down the street from her home. Her husband and I don’t know each other all that well. Oh, we are close enough to say ‘Hi’ when our paths cross. I have little doubt he would recognize me in an instant if he saw me. I have even less doubt that he would wonder what the hell I was doing sitting in my car this close to his house. What he would never believe was that I was here to see him, and he would be right. What he could only suspect was that I was here to see his wife. “Damn, this is a bad idea.” The words taste hollow and desperate as I say them. Worse still, I know I’m not going to listen. I am about to make one of the worst mistakes of my life, yet I can’t make myself leave. I know it is a horrible risk, yet I am going to do it anyway. I am consumed with my need for her, and right now, nothing else matters. Nothing but that petite little blond with her incredibly deep blue eyes. Instead of fearing what might go wrong, my mind can only focus on that first, hurried kiss from Sophia. Days later, the taste of her lips still seem to linger on mine. That first, hurried moment we shared had been frantic and incredibly intense. Neither of us had planned it. We didn’t even know each other at the time, not beyond our names anyway. To me, she was the wife of an acquaintance, a man with whom I happened to share a mutual friend. To her, I was just another man at the party, a friend of a friend, and nothing more. Closing my eyes, I let my mind wander back to the night at the reception. oOo Kismet. Chemistry. Fate. Whatever it’s called, we were struck by it that night. It was as spontaneous as lightening and irresistible as the tide. It was a hot and intoxicating need neither of us had the strength to resist. Before that moment, I’d never felt anything like it. Now, I fear I will never be able to let it go. Oh yes, I know that men are often attracted to women we’ve recently met. There have been many times I wanted to fuck a woman within moments of meeting her. That’s just being a healthy adult, I suppose. Considering I managed to get many of those women into my bed, I assume they felt the same way about me. Attraction and arousal can happen quickly, but that is a far cry from what I felt for Sophia that night. It was a mindless, animalistic need, and once I knew she felt it too, I couldn’t resist taking her right then, regardless of the consequences. I was burning rus escort with a heat I couldn’t begin to contain. All of this began when a long-time friend of mine, Bruce Atwood, was getting married. His reception was being held in the Grand Ballroom of the exquisitely appointed Kensington Hotel. Being separated from my wife, I felt a little out of place in attending an affair meant to celebrate my friends wedding. The last thing I wanted to be was the proverbial fifth-wheel among all those happy couples. Honestly, I had almost decided to skip the party entirely, but my dread of returning to my own, empty apartment finally persuaded me to go. Good Christ, thank God I did. It hadn’t started off well at all. For the first hour, I mixed with others, idly chatting about nothing of interest with people I barely knew. I indulged myself in a drink or two, but all the while I was counting the minutes until I could escape unnoticed. I was outside the main Ballroom, making my way down the hall toward the unisex restroom when I literally bumped into Sophia. Neither of us was paying much attention to our surroundings when we abruptly collided, just outside the restroom door. “Oh, gosh. I’m sorry!” I exclaimed as I bumped against her much smaller body. Instinctively, I reached out and slipped my arms around her, simply trying to keep her from falling. In the brief moment, I found myself with an armful of soft, wiggling femininity. Her body felt incredibly warm, light and pliant in my grasp, and my first clear view of her was that of her deep, pale cleavage jiggling delightfully inside her dress. At just five-foot, two, she was a full foot shorter than I, and the unexpected impact almost knocked her off her feet. My reflexive response was meant merely to keep her from falling, but the moment we touched, something extraordinary happened. It was as if a circuit closed. Electricity seemed to arc between us like a physical force, stunning us both with its power. Sophia could have pulled away, but she hesitated instead, and then virtually melted against my chest. For a brief moment, our eyes met and then her gaze dropped demurely as her bottom lip tucked into her mouth. The way she so willingly relaxed into my arms, and the honestly submissive reaction to my touch, instantly sent chills racing down my spine. “It’s… okay,” she quietly murmured as her gaze rose again and locked onto mine. Her big, blue eyes seemed to call out to me, and her small hands slowly slid from being defensively spread flat on my chest, down to my arms. I quickly realized she was actually holding onto me, just as I was to her. I should have stepped yenimahalle escort back. That’s what a gentleman would do, right? I just couldn’t seem to make myself do it. Her pull on me was powerful and magnetic, and my grip on her waist relaxed only enough to allow my hands to slide down the satin of her dress until they were resting just above the rise of her beautifully shaped ass. “Um, you’re Sophia? Charlie’s wife?” I inquired awkwardly. It was an innocent enough question, but one that felt completely out of place considering how closely we were embracing. I expected her to draw away, but she held her place with only a slight nod of her head in response to my question. There was a wistful look of longing in her eyes, as if she were lost between a powerful urge and reluctance to give into it. Then, tentatively, as if she were losing the battle, she leaned forward until her heavy breasts were crushed against me. “Yeah, you’re Alan, right?” she finally asked with a tremble, and then flicked her tongue over her lips in a way that made me want to crush mine against them. The words we spoke were nothing but platitudes. Far more meaningful to me was that her hands began to caress my arms as she spoke, and mine responded by slipping down and cupping her bottom. Sophia’s eyes blinked in surprise as the first of many nervous trembles passed through her body, but she made no effort to stop me as I intimately caressed her through the thin fabric of her dress. “I guess I should let you go,” I whispered as her mouth came closer to mine. My heart was pounding by then and my breath threatened to catch in my throat. In that moment, she could have halted the momentum of our attraction, but she hesitated too long and soon we crossed the line. In that moment, we revealed those secret, primal desires that people normally hide. Once exposed, we were left with no way of denying their power. Sophia could only hope I would find the strength to stop, but the upward curl in my lip only dared her to let me continue. “Yes, you should…” she whispered doubtfully, and then my lips found hers. The chemistry was inescapable, and our kiss soon became frantic. Sophia’s arms slid upward and slipped around my neck as my hold on her waist tightened. Our kiss was deep and impassioned, and her mouth opened easily in response to my tongue as it flicked out, searching for hers. “Oh, my God,” Sophia gasped as we parted, and a tremble passed through her again as my mouth descended to her neck. She was bouncing lightly on her toes, and her gaze darted worriedly up the hall as I felt her fingers raking through my hair. Thus encouraged, I nuzzled her throat, sucking excitedly on her tender skin. “We can’t be seen like this,” she pleaded with an urgent hush. “My husband… I’m married, Alan.” She was conflicted and torn between what she knew was right, and the sudden desire to continue our exploration of this inexplicable attraction. Despite her denial, her arms only drew me closer as my lips fluttered over her neck. “You’re right, I’m being terribly forward,” I responded between urgent kisses before lifting her off the ground. Checking to ensure we had not been seen, I kicked the bathroom door open and her arms tightened around my neck as I took the few steps that brought us into the privacy of the tiny room. “Oh, my god, we shouldn’t be doing this,” she said worriedly, but that didn’t keep her from locking the door closed behind us. “I know. We should stop,” I agreed with just as much passion, all the while fumbling with the back of her dress, searching in vain for the zipper. “It’s… It’s on the side, babe,” she offered breathlessly, and then she braced her arms on the door as the descending metallic whine of her zipper filled my ears. Milky white skin and the black lace of her bra appeared as the satin gown parted. I continued to open her dress, and Sophia moaned in submissive defeat as it fell away from her body. With an urgency that bordered on frantic, she seemed a flurry of blond hair and black lingerie as she turned and slipped into my arms. Her breath tasted of cranberry and mint as we kissed with ardent abandon. My hands roamed over her back, taking in the warm smoothness of her skin while hers dropped to my cock, squeezing me hard through the cloth of my slacks. We were being consumed in a whirlwind of lust, and neither of us knew how far that wind would take us. “Hurry, please. I don’t have much time,” she pleaded in hushed tones. “I know!” I gasped as she fondled me. “God, I don’t want you like this, Sophia. You deserve so much more.” “Later, maybe, Alan. I don’t know. Right now, I don’t care. I want you now. I want you inside me!” Sophia’s fingers deftly unbuckled my belt and then she reached into my trousers and wrapped her hand around my cock. “Look at that,” she whispered in awe as her hand pumped my swollen erection. “You are so hard. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” “Please, don’t think right now,” I whispered. “Don’t think about what we’re doing, Just let it happen, okay? Let’s just make this moment for us.” My touch flowed up and down the bare skin of her flanks, running my fingers over the contrasting textures of her warm flesh and the lacy cloth of her bra and panties. Sophia kissed my chin, and then her nuzzling bites drifted down, over my throat. My fingers fumbled with my tie, and hers quickly popped the buttons of my shirt until I felt her lips scorching my chest as she dropped to her knees in front of me. “I like that, Alan,” she murmured as she pulled my slacks down to my knees.