0 comments/ 46891 views/ 3 favorites Temptation By: Jimflint80 My girlfriend had gone away for a couple of days to her parents to tend with some family business. Whilst she was away, she’d given me a list of things that needed to be done, both around the house, and things that I had to get. One of the things that I’d been requested to do, was to go and collect some of her CDs from a close friend of ours. I went around to Sam’s house on Thursday evening after work, and knocked at the door - there was no answer. So, before I left, I knocked again just in case. Again, no answer. However, just as I was leaving, I heard a noise at the door, and it swung open. There stood a rather frantic Sam, she stood there in the doorway with a dressing gown, and bare feet. “I’m sorry!” she blurted out “I’m going out this evening, and was just getting ready. I had completely forgotten that you were coming round. Please, come in” I turned around & walked up to Sam. As I went to kiss her cheek, she turned her head, and we kissed square on the lips, and we had a quick hug. I closed the door behind me, and she led me through to her kitchen. I tried to not read too much into what had happened, but being as attracted to Sam as I was, it wasn’t easy! She filled a kettle, and started to make a cup of tea for us both. I watched her long blonde hair wave as she moved quickly around her kitchen, and started to day dream of snuggling up next to her, breathing in the smell of that hair. “Listen, I don’t want to hold you up” I started “please go & get ready & I’ll bring a cup of tea through to you” She looked up “That would be great” she said, her wonderful smile starting a stirring between my legs. She went out of the kitchen & into her room, but didn’t close the door. As I stood waiting for the kettle to boil, I glanced through to her room, and noticed that the far wall was a huge mirror. I watched as I waited, and kept catching glimpses of wandering around her room, naked, and I could feel the pressure in my trousers growing. Just then I was startled by the loud click from the kettle as it finished boiling, so I finished making the cups of tea, and headed towards Sam’s room with hers. As I got to the door, I knocked on the frame “Is it okay if I come in?” I asked. “Of course!” Sam replied. As I entered, my eyes just about popped out of their sockets… Sam was standing there, wearing what can only be described as a piece of thread as a G-string, and a bra that wasn’t much bigger! She had on some hold up stockings, and was struggling to zip up one of her knee length pvc boots. “Can you give me a hand with this please. It seems to be stuck, and I can’t get it going.” She asked woefully. I put down the cup of tea, and knelt down next to her. I had a look, but I was at the wrong angle to get it moving. I moved around, and knelt down behind her. I was acutely aware how close my head was to her gorgeous backside, and I was finding it very uncomfortable kneeling there with a hard on raging between my legs. Then, to make matters worse, Sam leant forward and put her hands on her bed to support herself. I glanced up, and right there, so close I could kiss it, was her pussy. Her labia were parted slightly by the string that had slipped between them. I sighed, and got back on with the job in hand. Moments later, I freed the zip and her calf was encased in the shiny black pvc. Sam stood back up, and she turned around. She gave me another quick hug, and kissed me again. She then paused, and looked into my eyes “Did that turn you on as much as it did me?” she whispered. I smiled and said nothing. That is until I felt Sam’s hand cup my testicles, and then I felt a finger run along the length of my swollen member. “I’ll take that as a yes then” she whispered. Sam then took a step backwards and then slowly peeled down her G-string. Slowly she stood back up & then she edged backwards until she reached her bed. Slowly she sat down, the whole time keeping eye contact with me. She then edged backwards up the bed, writhing her body as she did so, until she had her head on her pillows. I just stood there, gazing into her eyes, transfixed. Sam reclined, and purposefully spread her legs wide apart. She reached under one of her pillows, and when her hand came back out she was clutching a large, black vibrator. She watched me intently, looking for a reaction from me, but I just stood there, looking. Carefully she guided the black toy to her vagina, her lips now obviously swollen, and by the way the vibrator slid almost effortlessly between her legs, she was very wet. She arched her back slightly as the mass penetrated her, and filled her completely, and she drew a large breath. ”How much further do I have to go to get your cock inside me?” she whispered. I said nothing, and just smiled at her, enjoying every second of the performance she was giving me. She gave me a smile, before switching the toy on. As the vibrations filled her incredible body, she arched her back more, and closed her eyes, gasping. Firmly she rammed the mass in and out of her crotch, her moisture making a wonderful sound each time the toy rammed home inside her. With her spare hand she ran her fingers down over her firm, flat stomach over her smooth mound, until her middle finger found it’s target, and she frantically rubbed her swollen clitoris. She moaned and gasped rhythmically as the sensations between her legs drove her wild, and I watched her every move. She started to lose control, and I watched avidly as her body twitched and tensed as she ground herself nearer and nearer to her peak. Sam then arched her back wildly and shuddered, her legs twitching wildly, as she groaned loudly, her body reaching a huge climax there in front of me. Slowly the shuddering subsided, and as she slipped the toy from between her legs, she went limp, gasping. For some time she lay there, panting heavily, before she raised her head. As her eyes focussed on me, she realised that I was now standing there naked, my cock like a truncheon, pointing straight at her. Sam just smiled. I moved up to the bed, and got on to it, kneeling between her splayed legs. “Just fuck me; that’s all I want” she sighed “I just want to feel your hot cum deep in my belly” I moved up over her, and I felt both of her hands close gently around my throbbing cock. Sam pulled me to her, and as I pushed my cock to her, she guided it into her awaiting pussy. I gave one thrust, and slid my entire length into her up to the hilt. She closed her eyes and gasped. I bent down and kissed her softly and she responded. Our bodies started to move together, and I felt her fingernails claw into my buttocks. She pulled me to her with every thrust, making my cock force it’s way deep inside her with every stroke. Sam closed her eyes, and as I started to really ram into her, she linked her pvc clad legs around my back and held on. I fucked her as hard as I dared, and she gasped with every thrust I made into her. Sam groaned louder and louder as her body started to twitch again, when suddenly she shuddered under me. I felt her pussy pulsate around my swollen cock, and Sam gasped aloud as she climaxed again. I kept hammering away at her, and I was not far behind. I could feel the sensations growing, and moments later I shuddered myself, feeling my cock expand yet more, as I thrust deeply into her, my thick cum being injected deep inside her gorgeous body. We both breathlessly came down from our climaxes, and lay there, together, limp. I slipped from between her legs, exhausted, and Sam just moaned softly. “God almighty” Sam sighed finally “You certainly know how to turn a bloke on!” I said, smiling at her. “Really, I’d never have guessed!” she said sarcastically. Temptation Author’s Note: Just to let you know that this is a work of fiction. This isn’t a real conversation except between two characters in my head. I hope you enjoy it as it is, erotic fiction, and please send feedback. Thanks! -Chicklet NyGuy: Marie? liketysplit: Hi NyGuy: It’s been a long time liketysplit: You’re telling me. Shit’s been going on…sorry I haven’t been online NyGuy: We’ve missed you around the boards. What’s happening, everything ok? liketysplit: Hrm NyGuy: Well? Is that a good hrm or (as I suspect) a bad hrm? liketysplit: Bad NyGuy: Care to talk about it? I’m always here for ya. liketysplit: Thanks. I know. I don’t know if I want to though. NyGuy: Is it Jim? liketysplit: Jim… NyGuy: Yeah? Is everything okay with you two? liketysplit: Shaky, Chris…shaky…I don’t really know what’s going on anymore. NyGuy: What do you mean, babe? liketysplit: It’s just fucking shaky. We’re having a stupid argument, nothing really, and all of a sudden he explodes like a fucking time bomb. Poof. Shit goes down. NyGuy: Are you okay? liketysplit: Yeah, no physical damage. Just emotions and stuff. NyGuy: What happened? liketysplit: He doesn’t love me anymore. That’s what he said. NyGuy: Oh, shit, sweetie…I’m sorry liketysplit: I know. (pause for a while) liketysplit: I feel so stupid. NyGuy: It’s okay babe liketysplit: I mean, the last six months I’ve been so happy. Everything has been so perfect, picture perfect. I’ve never been more stable or “okay” in my entire life. And now to find out that while I’ve been so happy he’s been so depressed…I thought we communicated, but somehow I missed this totally important detail. NyGuy: Marie, if he’d really been that upset, and you really didn’t notice…maybe something * is * wrong liketysplit: I don’t want to hear it, chris. I know it’s probably true but I just don’t, okay? NyGuy: Sure, sure. Sorry. liketysplit: No, you don’t have to be sorry. I know you’re just trying to help. NyGuy: I could do a lot more if you’d let me liketysplit: That’s just a bad idea NyGuy: Don’t say that. You don’t know that it is. I could make you feel good, you know liketysplit: Could you? NyGuy: Yeah. You think Jim’s good to you? You’d just die if you knew how good I could be for you. liketysplit: mm…you know I’m tempted. I’m tempted every time you say that. NyGuy: Well one of these times maybe you’ll take me up on it. liketysplit: Maybe but not quite. You know I can’t. NyGuy: He wouldn’t find out liketysplit: Stop it. Seriously. NyGuy: Sorry. I can’t help myself. liketysplit: Can’t help yourself? NyGuy: The thought of you…it just drives me crazy, girl. Drives me nuts. Then the thought of you with him… liketysplit: Drives you even more crazy? NyGuy: You know it. Why should I sit back and let a woman as perfect as you be so mistreated? liketysplit: I’m not perfect NyGuy: As perfect as they come liketysplit: I’m not perfect. NyGuy: You are. liketysplit: No NyGuy: I could make you see how perfect you are liketysplit: How would you do that? NyGuy: By touching you and telling you softly while you are helpless in my arms liketysplit: Mmm NyGuy: Yeah, you know you’d feel good then liketysplit: Your arms around me…that’s just such a nice picture in my head. But it wouldn’t happen. NyGuy: I can dream though, can’t I? liketysplit: It’s a free country. NyGuy: Hehe. liketysplit: What else would you dream about? NyGuy: I would dream about touching your arms, touching your hands, feeling that soft skin with mine. liketysplit: Mmm NyGuy: If I had you here with me right now I’d take you in my arms and kiss you, not on the lips though. I’d kiss your neck first, lightly, just with my lips. I’d tickle you almost with my soft kisses, moving my mouth up your neck to your cheek, touching you there, moving my mouth along the side of your face to your ear. I’d kiss your ear, open my mouth and take your lobe between my lips, sucking it in gently. You’d be able to hear my breathing, heavy in your ear. liketysplit: mmm…it would feel so good, your arms tight around me, your mouth on me. NyGuy: Yes, you’d close your eyes and fall back against me, your body weak from my caress. I’d hold you upright and continue with my kisses, turning you around in my arms to face me, finally touching my lips against yours. You’d be weak, unable to protest as I pried your lips apart with mine, my tongue gently probing at yours, tasting your sweetness as I possessed your mouth. liketysplit: Oh god, Chris…just the thought is turning me on. NyGuy: If you think the thought is turning you on, you’d think you were going completely mad if I had my arms around you right now. Your body would be hot, everything hot. Touching your skin would be like touching coals, sparks flying through your body just at the touch of my lips. And you know what I’d be doing as I was kissing you, moaning against you? liketysplit: I think I know NyGuy: I’d be touching you, Marie. My hands, your body…we’d be connecting in ways we could never do online. Obviously. My hands are rough, did you know that? Years of working outside have given me some callouses, and you’d love them. Your skin would tingle wherever I touched, my rough palms would be soft against you, though. You’d be overcome by the strength in these fingers as they stroked your arms, moved up to your shoulders, dug in as I kissed you harder. liketysplit: Your hands are so different than Jim’s NyGuy: Don’t think about him, Marie. Just think of us, okay? Think of us together, think of my hands moving down from your shoulders, touching your back, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up over your head. Your upper body bared for me for the first time, I’d have to break our kiss to get a good look at it. And it is so beautiful, Marie…I don’t know if I’d have anything to say. I would be totally breathless. liketysplit: The look on your face would be almost comical, and I’d laugh, giggling, telling you not to be shy. NyGuy: I wouldn’t be shy. My hands would find their way to you, touching every inch of newly exposed skin. I’d take your breasts in my hand, touch them, feel them against my rough palms. Run my fingertips over your hard nipples. God, they’d get tight just from my touch! So gentle, so rough liketysplit: I’d push closer to you, easier access that way, my lips apart, moans escaping NyGuy: I’d move close and take your mouth with mine, hands still caressing your breasts. My tongue would taste you, lick your lips, feel the smoothness of your teeth. You’d part your thighs, your body hot for mine, and I’d pull you up onto my lap. liketysplit: My pussy would be so hot for you, you’d be able to feel it through our pants. Your hands would be merciless on my breasts. NyGuy: Absolutely merciless! Squeezing, pulling, playing with your soft flesh. Your body would quiver against mine, I’d be able to feel how good you felt. While we were kissing I’d be able to feel your heavy breathing, your breasts heaving against my hands with every gasp of air you struggled for. liketysplit: I’m so horny now NyGuy: I’d take one hand away from your breast, and you’d protest. Skillfully I’d unbutton your pants, lifting you with my free arm to scoot the jeans down your legs. You’d help a little and kick them off onto the ground, your legs wrapping around my waist as I continued to kiss you. My hands would forget about your breasts, but my body wouldn’t, since I could still feel them pressing against me. One hand would move around and grip your tight ass, squeezing it, tugging on your panties. liketysplit: mmm…chris… NyGuy: My other hand would move between us, squeezing its way between our bodies down into your underwear. I’d be able to feel your slick juices on my hand as I explored the soft spot between your legs, my rough fingers finding your hard clit and pinching it as I pinched your breasts earlier. NyGuy: you’d buck and squirm on my lap as I stroked your clit, your mouth tearing away from mine to throw your head back and cry out, your arms pulling you close to me. NyGuy: I’d need to have more of you now, and I’d pull your panties down your legs, open my fly and set you down on my rock hard cock. liketysplit: oh god NyGuy: You’d feel me up inside you, penetrating you, filling you NyGuy: Holding your hips, I’d begin moving you on my cock, lifting you up and down, bouncing you in my lap NyGuy: we’d fuck like animals, your legs stretching towards the ground and moving you up and down faster and faster NyGuy: but that wouldn’t be the end of it. I’d pull you off me and lift you up, lowering you gently but quickly to the floor, climbing on top of you and pushing inside your slick, hot pussy liketysplit: I’d go crazy, I think NyGuy: yes, you’d cry out as I pushed inside you again, filling you to the rim. I’d lower my face down to your neck and nibble at your skin, licking you as I pumped deep inside you liketysplit: chris NyGuy: yes, love, everything’s going to be alright. I’d pump into you hard, moving you along the floor with the power of my lust. My body would be ready to explode. NyGuy: my hands would be busy at your breasts, my fingers squeezing you past the point of gentle, more passion than you’ve ever felt before liketysplit: I think I’m gonna cum NyGuy: I’d lower my mouth onto yours, thrusting my tongue into your mouth, penetrating your lips as I pushed into your cunt liketysplit: I’m gonna cum NyGuy: you’d scream into my mouth, but I wouldn’t let you up. Your hands would grab at my skin, pulling my back, holding me tight into you as your pussy clenched around my cock. You’d cum harder than you ever have before. liketysplit: you make me feel so good, chris NyGuy: I could too marie really if you wanted me to liketysplit: I know NyGuy: I’d really do that liketysplit: I know NyGuy: want to? NyGuy: want to meet me? NyGuy: want to get together? NyGuy: I could show you what real pleasure is like liketysplit: chris… NyGuy: it’s okay liketysplit: I’m sorry… NyGuy: I understand liketysplit: it’s just, well…you know? NyGuy: I know. It’s okay. I should go now. liketysplit: thank you chris. NyGuy: cya round. Temptation Abounds Spring meant rainy weather and that translated into a weekday squash match rather than weekend tennis. This spring also brought on change in more than the weather. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. My playing partner, Jim Schenck, suggested the old downtown Athletic Club. A new facility recently opened in the suburbs and the Athletic Club faded away as it transformed into a single-room occupancy facility, soup kitchen/food pantry and a building with limited athletic options. It still offered great squash courts. Since we could fit a good match in under an hour, we decided to play on a weekday. I met Jim and we practically had the place to ourselves. After an hour on the court, we hit the showers. The old pool was right off the shower room. "How about a swim?" Jim asked. "Nude?" "Yeah, you can still do it here since it's an all-male facility." "Are you sure," I asked. "Well, pretty sure. If not, someone will kick us out." We peered around the corner to find an empty pool. The gallery above the pool was also empty. There was a glassed-in room at the deep end, where parents used to sit and watch their kids learn to swim. It offered a quiet respite from the echoing noise in the pool chamber. Jim led the way and we walked to the deep end. We dove in and began doing some laps. After about ten minutes we climbed out at the deep end and shook the water from our naked bodies. "This is a bit strange," I said. "I haven't skinny dipped in a public pool before." I thought I caught some movement behind me in the glass-fronted area. "Is someone in there?" I asked. Jim looked and shrugged. "I can't tell. Without my glasses, I can't see that well." With the reflection from the high clerestory windows, the florescent lights and the tinted glass, it was hard to see inside the room. The two of us mostly saw our reflection in the glass as we tried to peer in standing by the edge of the pool. "Ready to go?" asked Jim. We showered again, dressed and headed to the lobby. On the way down, Jim's phone rang. He took the call and said he had to get back to the office. As we entered the lobby I saw his wife, Barbara. She waved and came over to kiss Jim and give me a peck on the cheek. "Sorry, Barb," Jim said. "Something's come up. Can't do lunch. Maybe Joel can fill in for me." "Something's always coming up," she said with a little bit of an edge. "But, go along. I'll see you at home tonight." They kissed quickly and Jim hurried off. "The weather cleared so I brought lunch," Barbara said, "want to go over to the park?" "Sure, I'll go with you. I'm hungry." "So, the only reason you'll spend time with me is because I feed you?" I knew she was kidding and played along. "Well, you are a married woman, so I guess I'll have to be satisfied with just eating your goodies." The second the words were out of my mouth I regretted them. The double entendre was unintended. Barbara stared at me and then slowly broke into a smile. "I can guarantee that whatever I have to offer is tasty." We held each other's eyes and then just started laughing. "You know, I didn't mean to infer anything." She slipped her arm through mine and we moved outside. "Yeah, but you are really cute when you blush. And, my goodies are tasty." We reached the park in five minutes and found a dry spot of lawn. Barbara pulled a blanket from her canvas tote and spread it on the ground. She extracted a small bag and took out two wrapped sandwiches, chips and bottles of water. She sat across from me and we opened our food. "Mmm, this is tasty," I said. I made a big show of licking my lips and arching my eyebrows. "You're bad, Joel." Barbara said and laughed. We ate in silence and I reclined, holding my head up with my arm. Barbara sat crossed-legged and when she shifted, I caught a quick flash of yellow panties. "Joel, can I give you some advice?" "Sure, if you think I need advice." "Let's put it this way, I think it could save you from embarrassment or even prosecution." "If you're speaking as a public defender, I'm going to take your advice very seriously." "Good," she said and grinned. "Before you decide to go naked in a public pool, I would make sure that no one is watching." My heart skipped a beat. "That was you behind the glass?" "Yep." "I'm sorry, Barbara. Jim said it was ok to swim nude." "Joel, you know Jim well enough to understand that he is completely clueless about so many things. Besides, you don't have to be sorry. I enjoyed it." I felt my cheeks burning. "This is embarrassing, Barbara. I mean at the end we stood facing the window trying to figure out if there was someone there. God, you saw everything." "Oh, yeah. Everything. I had gone looking for Jim to meet up for lunch. I just sorta wandered in that room and then I saw the two of you walk out. To put it mildly, Joel, I was shocked." "Shit," I was breathing hard. "I'm glad it was only you and not some people we didn't know." "No problem. As I said, I rather liked having the show for myself." "Show?" "The show of watching your beautiful prick bounce around." "Oh..." "Don't be shocked, Joel. Girls like to look, too. You happen to have a great body and what's between your legs is simply a work of art." "I figured you ladies thought they more or less were all the same." "Joel, you were in the shower with Jim, right? I don't think it would take more than a glance to see that you are at least two or three times his size. Don't think I'm bitching and size is not the only consideration, but sometimes a gal wants a nice piece of meat with her salad." I laughed. Barbara could be bawdy, but usually not so direct regarding her preferences. "I don't know what to say," I replied. "But, I am certainly not going to talk about another man's business." "For God's sake, Joel. Call it what it is. Prick. Cock. Balls. Whatever, but don't call it his business." "Barbara, how about we stop talking about all this and then I don't have to call it anything?" "I like talking about it, Joel. I promise you I will like thinking about it, too. I might even think about it when Joel gets his best semi- and does his normal five thrusts before rolling over and going to sleep." The silence hung between us. Barbara pulled her knees up, affording me an unobstructed view of her mound covered by the yellow panties with a tiny wet spot in the middle. "Joel, I'm sorry. I should not have said that. It's not fair to you as Jim's friend to have to hear me bitch about my frustrations in the bedroom. Please forgive me." "I'm your friend too, Barbara." She looked at me and I thought there might be the start of a tear in her eye. "I'd love to believe that, Joel, I really would." "Why would you doubt it?" "Well, you knew Jim first. And, guys bond with guys." "True, but I like you a lot and I consider you my friend. Don't you consider me your friend?" "That would mean a lot to me, if you were." "I am." "Thank you." "Nothing to thank me for," I said. "I'm honored to have you as a friend." "Yeah, but now I have one up on you. I've seen you naked." She smiled. "Maybe. But, right now you're giving me a great upskirt. I really like those yellow panties." Barbara laughed and pulled her skirt over her knees. "Now, that's embarrassing." "All I saw was fabric. You got the Full Monty." "Emphasis on 'Full"' she said and grinned. We both had to get back to work and began to pack up. As we walked out of the park, Barbara again slipped her arm through mine. "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure. That's what friends are for," I said. "Did you get hard looking up my skirt?" I stopped. After a second we started walking again. "Yes. And, it's still hard." "Wow. All because of me?" "You're a beautiful woman, Barbara. It's a natural male reaction." "Joel, I might admit, under heavy cross examination, that I border on pretty. But, I could never cop to being beautiful." "Wrong, counselor. You're beautiful. I always felt Jim was the luckiest guy around." Barbara squeezed my bicep. "You are just what a girl's ego needs. Thanks." She kissed my cheek. We were at the intersection and she and I would be going in different directions. "Thanks for lunch," I said and kissed her forehead. "Maybe another time?" she asked. She sensed my hesitation. "Just lunch, Joel. I like talking with you." "Still, I need to think about it. The stuff we talked about today would not sound very good if Jim heard it." "Just lunch. Think about it." We went our separate ways. Jim and I had another squash match a week later. Again we were in the shower. I couldn't help but take a look between his legs as he was lathering his hair. I guess it did look sorta small. I hoped Barbara didn't say anything to him about mine being bigger. "So, another swim today?" I asked. "Nope. I found out that nude swimming is not allowed." "Really. How'd you find out?" I was wondering if Barbara had told him about watching us. "Asked at the front desk. The attendant said definitely not. Even though it's men only, they don't allow people in the pool without a suit." "Probably would have been nice to know that before last time." Jim laughed. "Yeah, but no harm no foul that time. Right?" "Right." I said. As June rolled in, so did the heat and humidity. We returned to our usual summer plan of playing tennis early in the morning. Each Saturday, we'd meet at a court a few minutes' drive from their apartment and get our matches in before the sun was high in the sky. It was still hot and muggy, but we could manage it. After our first match in June, Jim invited me for breakfast. He had picked me up earlier and now he drove to their apartment building. We arrived and found Barbara preparing eggs, bacon and bagels. We sat on their small balcony overlooking the Plaza and enjoyed a pleasant visit in addition to the meal. Breakfast after our Saturday match became a habit. To enable me to get out of my sweaty and stinky tennis clothes, I started bringing a change. Joel would shower in the bath off the master and I would use the main bath. I felt much better wearing dry clothes while sitting around the breakfast table. It was the third week in June and a particularly oppressive morning. We cut our match short and dragged our butts to the apartment. Barbara was just starting breakfast. Jim and I were standing on the balcony dripping sweat and drinking ice water when Barbara brought his phone to him. He answered the call and raised a finger to indicate he would be back in a minute. Barbara looked at me and shrugged. It was not the first time Jim was the recipient of an unexpected call. As a deputy county attorney, he often had to go to crime scenes to be sure the investigation got off on the right foot. He came out and announced he had to run. He told me to stay and have breakfast and then hurried to take his shower. Ten minutes later, after a brief kiss with Barbara, Jim was out the door. "So, you hungry?" "Hungry and smelly," I said. "Do I have time for a shower?" "Sure, the bacon will hold and I'll wait to start the eggs until you're out." I went to grab my bag and realized I left it in Jim's car. I told Barbara that I had to skip the shower. "No, go on. I'll wash your clothes and dry them. They won't take long." "I'll need something to put on." She grinned. "If you insist, but there are no surprises there. Anyway, I'll get you a beach towel you can wrap around yourself." Wondering about the propriety of eating breakfast wearing only a towel, I smelled the bacon and coffee and let my stomach make the final decision. I stripped in the bathroom and tossed my clothes into the hallway. I enjoyed the walk-in shower that was all glass on the one side. I had finished and was dripping dry when there was a soft knock. The door eased open and Barbara appeared carrying a large towel. I stood facing her behind the glass. She held out the towel. I opened the door and was now naked without even the misted glass to offer me protection. She made no pretense about where she wanted to look. I felt my dick react to her stare. "Maybe, I should dry off now, Barbara." "Sure,' she said and handed me the towel. "You're handsome, Joel. I so enjoy looking at you. Would you mind turning around, please?" Holding the towel loosely, I pivoted and began to dry my hair as Barbara took in the view of my back. "That's an awesome ass," she said. I turned back. Now at half-mast I slowly dried my dick. Barbara watched my every move. I finished wiping the rest of my body and wrapped the towel around my waist. "You know, you don't have to wear that, if you don't want to," she said. "Might be best to keep it on," I answered, knowing that it put some barrier between our building desire. "Ok," she said. "Breakfast is ready." We sat on the balcony and ate. I hardly tasted anything as my mind raced with the erotic thoughts of how I stood naked before her just a few minutes ago. Barbara looked especially pretty today. Her strawberry blond hair was loosed of its normal professional bun and flowed down to her shoulders. Barbara's a runner and her sun-tanned face was abloom with freckles. I long admired her warm, blue eyes and the thick slightly arched eyebrows above them. She's probably an inch or so taller than Jim, making her around five feet ten. She carries no visible body fat and has an athletic build. If it didn't make me feel like such a creep, I probably would admit to having a serious crush on Barbara. In addition to her beauty, she was smart, funny and had a sarcastic streak a mile wide. "You're hardly eating," she said. "Look, Barbara, can I be honest?" "Oh, you haven't been honest with me before?" "You know what I mean. I'm trying to talk about something that's, well, a little uncomfortable." "Really!" she said with a smile as her eyes drifted over my naked chest and then downward. "You look quite comfortable to me." "That's what I'm talking about. I'm sitting here half naked and get the feeling we are flirting." "Not true, Joel." She paused and added, "I'd say you are more like eighty percent naked." "That's not helping, Barbara." She touched my hand. "Joel, I'm teasing you. But, let's get serious. Talk to me." "Barbara, I think you know I like you. I've always liked you." She interrupted and added, "But, it's just not working out. You want to break up and it's really for the best. No, ah, you want to swim naked in front of other women. No, no, wait, you think it's only fair to me. I should be free from having you as my...what? Exactly, what are you to me, Joel? Certainly, not a lover. If you were, you'd get rid of that damn towel. So, what are you?" "Barbara, I'm your friend." She looked me directly in the eyes. I held her gaze, not wanting to flinch. Letting out a long sigh, she moved her hand from mine. "Yes, I know you're my friend. Actually, Joel, you are one of only two friends I have right now." "No old girl friends?" "Not here in Kansas City. There're a couple back east, but they have kids and it's never a good time to talk. The women I've met here are either, single and looking to remedy that situation or, married and occupied with juggling career and kids. Actually, I have made a friend with a woman at work, but she's a little younger and single. I do like her, though and we get along really well. I think we're moving in the direction of friendship. We've connected on several levels. I think we are good for each other in a lot of ways. But, Joel, I've always felt something clicked between us and you are a good listener." She put her hand back on top of mine. "Make that a great listener, Joel. Thanks." "I like talking with you. You call me a good listener; well I probably talk more with you than anyone I know. I feel that we can talk about anything." "And, so we can. What do you want to talk about?" "Barbara, I don't want to do anything behind Jim's back. I'd hate it if someone did that to me." "Like what? Are you saying you don't want to fuck me?" "God, Barbara. That's not what I said." "Oh, then you do want to fuck me." "Stop doing that. You're making me crazy." "Ok, Joel, but just so we're sure. I do want to fuck you. I want that very, very much. I've even dreamed about it. I doubt it will ever happen, because in spite of my teasing I'm not sure I could cheat on Jim. But if we did, it would be fantastic." I now had a major tent in my towel. The thought that Barbara wanted what I was too cowardly to admit I also wanted had amped up my libido to off-the-chart levels. "No answer?" she said. "You didn't ask a question," I said lamely. "Joel, do you want to fuck me?" She held my hand tight and kept her eyes fixed on me. "Yes," I whispered. Barbara sat back, releasing my hand. "Thank God," she said. "I was afraid that I totally misread you." Smiling and looking down at my lap, she added, "Of course, some things are quite difficult to misread." I blushed and then laughed. "Yeah, that's embarrassing." "God, no, Joel. That is a freaking compliment," she said looking at my erection still hidden from sight. "But, Barbara, I can't do that." Never taking her eyes from my lap, she said, "Oh, I beg to differ. I think that looks very capable." "I meant I can't do it because I feel it would be..." As I struggled to find the right word, Barbara pulled my hand to her mouth. Her lips brushed my knuckles. "Because you think it would be wrong or you thing it would be unfair to Jim?" My erection jumped as her lips met my flesh. "Uh, both, but mostly because it's unfair to Jim." "Not very convincing, Joel," she said and pried one finger free and sucked it into her mouth. "Oh, Jesus, Barbara, you are driving me crazy." She smiled. "That's the idea." I pulled my hand away. Taking a long drink of water, I tried to corral my thoughts. "Barbara, you are any man's dream." "Any man's or yours, Joel?" Her eyes were searching mine, looking for the truth. "Mine," I said softly, "Plus many more men, I suspect." "But..." "Barbara, I never had sex with a married woman. I felt that was crossing a barrier that I never wanted to cross." "If I weren't married?" Laughing, I said, "This goddamn towel would have been left in the bathroom and we'd be in your bed right now." "Joel, that almost made me cum." There was no response to that statement that would ease this situation. "Barbara, have you been with another man since you and Jim married?" She thought for a second, let a sly smile turn the corners of her mouth up and said, "Another man? No, Joel, you would be the first 'other man' I would be with." I kept my mouth shut for the simple reason I didn't know how to respond. The silence hung heavier than the humidity. Finally, I said. "Are my clothes ready? I should get dressed." Barbara gave a half-smile and nodded. "Let me check." She left the table and a few minutes later returned carrying my tennis clothes and underwear. I stood, still exhibiting a tent in the towel, and reached for my clothes. "One hug?" she asked. "Might spear you," I replied. "Worth the risk." She dropped my clothes on the table and came into my arms. Her body melded to mine. I could feel her breasts through her shirt press into my chest. Smelling the herbal scent of her hair, I ran my fingers through the thick mane. She laid her cheek on my bare chest and pulled me tighter. My erection was positioned along her stomach. "Joel, it would be so good between us. Honest, it would." She cupped my butt and pulled me even tighter. "I know, Barbara, I know. I just can't do it. I will probably regret this for the rest of my life, but I know it's the right thing to do."