15 comments/ 27623 views/ 28 favorites Forgetful Not By: RubiDee Seeing him there didn't surprise her in the least. That still didn't stop the sudden clench in her stomach and the sudden rush of warmth to her nether regions, though. It had been nearly a year since she'd seen him last, but he looked mostly unchanged. Same glistening, black hair that hung carelessly in his eyes, and dark long lush eyelashes framing the startlingly blue eyes beautifully. He turned to look at her, perfect even teeth bared in a charming smile that had made her knees wobble the first time she'd seen him. He held up a staying finger to the short blond he was speaking to and shuffled around her before she could respond. Lydia stood riveted, trying to maintain her composure, but feeling the beginnings of sweat tickle her underarms. She cleared her throat, extending her hand to him and letting him know in no uncertain terms that, that was the extent of contact she wanted with him. He seemed not to notice and swept her up in his muscled embrace, planting a lingering kiss on her bare shoulder. For a moment she went completely rigid before reaching around him to pat his back in 'friend like' fashion. "Hello Matt." She said dryly. He looked down at her, blue eyes twinkling as he stepped back from her, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of the black slacks. "Hello Lydia. This is the last place I'd expect to see you." His rumbling baritone still held the just the faintest trace of his Irish ancestry. "My..", she cleared her throat again, trying not to notice the hungry way his gaze traveled over body. For a moment her mind flashed back to the stairwell they'd first kissed in, over a year ago. "My mother is the caterer. I'm just...marketing...you know." He nodded and then glanced around the room in that cool aloof way he did. Before she knew what that look meant, she'd found it severely annoying. He was looking around to see if anyone had noticed the two of them talking. All the better if no one did..that way if they disappeared later, no one would place them together. " Yeah...I know. You look...beautiful." His gaze traveled over her once more, lingering appreciatively over the curves she was still getting use to having. She'd been a thin little something in her younger years. That was before 2 kids and husband. She now had hips and breasts that Matt had once told her made her look like voluptuous fruit. Her own long dark hair was pulled over her shoulder, the not bare one, in a single elegant braid. She swung the almond colored gaze away from him, hoping he couldn't notice the reddish tint her caramel colored skin had taken on. She tucked the Dolce clutch under her left, also bare arm and shifted her weight nervously. "Um...thank you. So, how have you been?" He frowned a bit, clearly taken aback by her sterile line of questioning before rocking back on his heels and tossing his head back. He reached up dragging his hand through the dark silk hair and cleared his own throat. He opened his mouth to speak when a petite brunette appeared at his side. He jerked as if he'd been shocked and then his expression softened. "Good.." he answered her, then spoke again, placing his hand on the small of this woman's back. "Lydia, this is my wife, Mary. Mary, this is Lydia, daughter of the cater." Mary smiled warmly, extending her hand. Lydia had time to notice the diamond stud sparkling at each ear and felt a pang of envy. Hadn't Matt wanted to buy her those same earrings? She closed her hands around Marys' marveling at how soft the woman's skin was, and gave it two quick perfunctory pumps before releasing her. "Nice to meet you." "The food is delicious, did you help make any of it?" Mary smiled again, lifting her champagne glass to her lips to punctuate her question. "Oh...no I just come to sort of...help with marketing. Hand out cards and such." She looked Mary over, noting how slim she was. No hips, mousey brown hair pulled back in a tight chignon, and pleasant hazel eyes. Lydia stared trying see what Matt must see and realized she was staring. "I'm so sorry! I was dazed by your earrings. Beautiful! I'd asked my husband for those very earrings. " Mary reached up caressing the diamonds and then smiled up at Matt, who's eyes were still riveted on Lydia. "Yes I'm a lucky woman, I know. He surprised me with these last year. Said he saw them and just had to get them for me." Lydia nodded and then quickly pulled the clutch free of her arms again, dipping hurriedly into it and pulling out a small square and offered it to Mary. "Well, here is my card. As I said I handle the marketing and booking and all of that. So just, call me for any event no matter how big or small. We need at least two weeks advance notice, though we'll take last minute requests if we're not too busy." She moved in closer to Mary who begin to speak excitedly about some sort of party. "She barely heard her as her gaze drifted to Matt who smiled at her briefly before leaning down to kiss his wife and disappeared into the crowd of benefit patrons. The King of Cool as always, he didn't seem at all as affected by her as she was by him. AND he'd left her there to listen to his wife prattle on about warm cherry compotes and how fashionable they were for a summer party. She still felt a sigh of relief, knowing that Matt was not standing there smirking down at her, and remembering things that had almost happened between them. .... Please Matt..we shouldn't Tell me to stop then...say it, he wound his hand up in her hair, pulling her head back, his tongue and teeth grazing her neck slowly, roughly. I just did No...you pleaded with me not to. That's not stop Lydia. That shit turns me on if you want to know the truth. Now if you want me to stop, say it. She started to speak, only to find his lips pressed against hers, his tongue slowly penetrating her mouth. She moaned, her body betraying, her as she melted against him, suddenly aware of the coolness of the concrete wall behind her. The coolness was in such stark comparison to the fiery warmth that flooded her caramel skin. "Matt.." she, weakly managed when he broke the kiss to nibble at her neck. She sighed as he bit down on her neck, growling a bit as his grip tightened on her hair. He pressed her into the wall and she moaned again as she felt the aching throb between her legs grow stronger. Say it...he dared her. But she didn't have to say it. A woman appeared in the stairwell, clearing her throat to announce her presence and then moved passed them. Matt stared down into her eyes, seemingly unphased by the interruption. She felt him throb against her as he moved in to kiss her again. Stop. .... She blinked, looking around the room and the raised her hand to her head moving toward the bathroom. She suddenly heard Matt s' rumbling voice ring out in laughter and looked up. He stood a few feet from her surrounded by people. A few women had joined the semi circle and stared up at him raptly. She felt a pang of jealousy, understanding their hungry gazes. Matt was not only charming, he was gorgeous. From the moment she'd met him she could only describe him as a mixture of Nigel Barker from America's Next Top Model, meets Gabriel Aubry. His lingering Irish accent only added to sex appeal. Lydia moved on, intending to go to the bathroom and splash cold water on her face and suddenly had a change of heart. She headed for the nearest exit she could find in the posh country club and stepped out into the cool night air. She breathed deeply, feeling the tightening in her chest starting to subside. Leaning down she slipped out of the Manolo Blahnik sandals and hooked a finger through the straps and glanced around waiting for her night vision to kick in. After a moment she could make out the lush green of the grass and started walking. Her cell phone began buzzing angrily in her purse and she stopped to dig it out of the clutch, not recognizing the number. "Hello?" "So did you ever get to live out that golf course fantasy you had?" "Matt?!" "Yes love?" She turned in a frantic circle, the flood lights on the course partially blinding her, "Where are you?" "Watching you. Always did have this thing about bare feet and golf courses didn't you?" "Why are you out here?" she asked him flatly. She stopped walking, still looking around trying to see where he might be hiding. She heard his voice behind her...close behind her. "I came out here because you did. Isn't this what you wanted? Us alone?" "No I came to get fresh air." She leered up at him as he stepped into her field of view. He'd been standing in the shadows of a small group of trees. She caught a wiff of his cologne, soft and unobtrusive. She'd love that about him instantly. Most men splash on the strongest cologne they can, which is usually extremely obnoxious. Softer colognes make a woman want to get closer. She shook her head as if the movement would clear her senses and then softly added, "Sorry..didn't meant to mislead you, if that's what you thought." He looked down at her a moment, his expression suddenly serious. "Not safe for you to be out here alone at night. Just because this is an affluent neighborhood, doesn't mean you're safe." She pushed past him, moving toward the trees and back to the safety of the country club. Where she didn't have to be alone with him. "Thanks, but I'm perfect able to protect myself." She heard him fall in step behind her, feeling the goose bumps push almost violently away from her skin as he softly uttered, "Not from me." She barely had time to register his words before he swept her up in his embrace yet again. She started to protest until he kissed her. His tongue pushing past her lips with sensual urgency, his hands roaming over her voluptuous form with just the right amount of roughness. He lifted her easily, his hands hooking behind her legs just above the knee. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him, submitting to his kiss as she'd done so many times in her dreams of him over the past year. He carried her the short distance to a large tree, his kisses becoming more demanding as he pressed her against it. He released his hold on her thighs, lowering her to the ground, still holding her to the tree. Roughly clawing her thigh, he dragged his fingers up, remembering how she loved the sensation, before reaching down to push her legs apart. Her mind raced not knowing whether to push him away and go or let him do what he wished. She moaned against his lips, reaching up to clench handfuls of his dark hair, her Dolce clutch and Manolo shoes falling neglected to the ground. She pulled his head breaking the steamy kiss. "Matt, we-" "What did I tell you last time I spoke with you?" he interrupted, lifting the short black dress and caressing the lacey edges of her panties between her legs. " I asked you if you wanted me to fuck you there in that stairwell that day. You said you did...I said when next I see you, I was going to, no hesitating. You've made me wait a long time little girl." She looked up at him wide eyed, wondering how the past year could be forgotten so easily and if he really expected them to fuck like teenagers and with their respective spouses just a few yards away. She realized he was indeed serious when he gingerly pulled her panties aside and slipped a finger slowly into her already soaked pussy. She leaned against the tree, her body once again betraying her, as her knees buckled. She bit down on her lower lip, her eyes silently pleading with him to not do this...or to please do this, she wasn't entirely sure. Just then her phone,sounding like a bee trapped within the confines of her purse, buzzed angrily. She looked down at her purse, her breathing labored with pleasure. Matt leaned down, his finger still inside her, beginning a slow delicious frictional assault never faltered in their rhythm as he scooped up her purse. Keeping his yes riveted to her, he used his free hand to pull the phone free of her purse and let it fall to the ground again. She barely noticed her lip gloss rolling free into a nearby patch of grass. He looked at her phone and she could see his cherry lips curve into a sardonic smile as he pushed the button to accept the call and pressed it to her ear. She dreamily raised her hand, holding the phone in place her gaze locked with his. He mouthed "Speak" to her. She tried to push him away and he grabbed her free hand, pressing it against the tree above her, and then press his lips against her free ear, 'It's your husband...better talk." Swallowing hard she inhaled and spoke, "Hello?" She closed her eyes, feeling her body tighten as Matt brushed purposely against her clit. She fought the urge to moan into the phone, "No..no I'm outside. Needed some fresh air, got a little nauseous. " she paused trying to control her breathing as Matt spoke his lips pressed against her other ear. "Tell him you're outside being fucked up against a tree." "No..I'm ok. I'm not alone. I believe..it's Matt." Matt jerked his head up, glaring down at her and then leaned in so she could place the phone to his ear. He continued his slow deliberate strokes in and out of her pussy while she silently told her body to not respond to him. As usual, it didn't listen. She barely heard Matt talking, but DID register how very calm he sounded, his laughter sounding completely genuine as he told the man who's wife he was finger fucking that he'd seen her go out and wanted to make sure she was safe. "No no...she's just fine. Just walking with her. She looked a little green around the edges. It's dark out here, didn't want her to fall in the pond or anything. " He paused to nip her shoulder, smiling down at her as if he were just innocently standing there. Digging deep, she found her resolve and shoved him away with enough force to let him know she was serious. For a moment she saw a fleeting expression on his face, so brief it may as well have never been there. His gaze hardened as he looked toward the club house and breathed a fake chuckle into the phone before saying, "...yeah..I'll try to herd her back that way." He spared one hard glance as he ended the call and offered her the phone back. "Your keeper is looking for you, we'd better get going. Told him I'd bring you back safe and all." He trudged on past her, not bothering to wait for her to follow. She exhaled, feeling herself calm. Same old Matt. He could turn it all on and off like a light switch. She reluctantly followed after gathering her things and quickly shoving them in her purse. She thought she had at least one thing in common with him at that moment. She couldn't wait to be away from him either. Forgetful Not Ch. 02 First thing we succumb to Shout, erase, and undo Days are unreleased, if there's no release Please just let me do whatever fits you Make something, make someone Beg on a knee, baby baby please Pout your bottom lip While cracking the whip You know what we want, It's candy to cum to Sick, sick, sick Don't resist Sick, sick, sick Don't resist -Queens of the Stone Age, Sick Sick Sick He hooked a finger through the ring on the collar she wore. Steely blue bore into earthy brown and lingered a moment before he yanked her closer. His lips danced just out of reach of hers. He glanced down at her lips and for a moment she could literally see the wanting emanating in waves from his eyes. He lifted his gaze looking into her eyes again before taking her lips with a passionate roughness, silently claiming her for his own. She surprised herself by whimpering as she felt his hand snake its way into her hair, gripping with murderous force. His feral growl answered her whimper as he looped an arm around her waist pulling her to him and pressing so tightly she could feel the buttons on his shirt cutting into her skin. He turned easily, gracefully, and gently pressed her against the wall. She raised her arms her hands finding handfuls of the dark hair, until he broke the kiss and breathlessly said "No...no little girl, hands down." She reluctantly lowered her arms looking up at him, both of them breathing heavily and in complete unison. He leaned down, letting his lips brush against hers teasingly, "Lydia..." "Lydia wake up!!" She bolted awake, glaring angrily at her husband for having interrupted the sweetest of dreams about a certain gentleman (and gentleman was a stretch considering the day before). He looked back at her, equally angry and lay back down as she slammed a hand down on the alarm clock, silencing it. Grabbing a colored band she begin twisting her hair up, swinging her feet over the side of the bed, and stood up shakily, still feeling the remnants of the dream. She smiled, realized she was smiling then frowned. She shouldn't be thinking about him and would do whatever it took to not think about him. Casting a glance back at her husband, who'd fallen back to sleep and was lightly snoring she slipped into the bathroom. Her body still tingled thinking of his hands all over her, the way his whispered her name with his lips pressed against her ear so she could feel them and his breath. She leaned against the door, with her eyes closed. "Stupid bitch" she muttered, cursing herself, before pulling the pink t-shirt over her head and slipping out of the soft pink pajama shorts. She turned on the shower, stepping inside before the hot water began, thinking the cold would kill the building throb between her legs. The sudden coldness against her skin had just the opposite effect. She cursed herself again, trying to focus on the day ahead but could only picture his eyes, hear his voice, and feel his touch. She dragged her hands over her belly, mimicking the way he'd done before and let her fingers slip down between her legs. She cursed herself again, quickly followed by a moan as she pressed. She hissed sharply as her body shuddered in response to the gentle stroke of her clit, luckily the shower drowned out the subsequent moans that followed. She climaxed just as the water warmed, her head lowered, gasping into the spray. Her husband, perfect timing as ever, walked in, "Babe...want cereal? I'm gonna skip since I have to catch my flight. I'll drop the kids though." He walked out without ever giving her a second glance. She leaned against the shower wall, biting her lip, trying to control the emotion she felt rising in her chest, then finally let loose. She sobbed quietly then finished her shower. ++++ She leaned over him as he sat at the table frowning into his Blackberry. Just as her lips were about to connect with his, he turned his head. Sighing she kissed his cheek and stood erect, offering him the piping hot cup of coffee. He tossed her an empty glance, switching his cell phone to his other ear. She turned away making her way across the large kitchen scooping up the abandoned bowls of oatmeal left behind by her son and daughter. "I'm on my way...of course." She heard James, her husband of 12 years exhale in frustration. She glanced back seeing him slip the strap of his bag onto his shoulder. He pushed a button and slipped the phone into his pocket and grabbed the handle of this suitcase. He was off on another "business trip" or so he'd like her to think. She reached behind her adjusting her slipping ponytail and turned to face, him, hand resting on one hip. "Ok well...I'm gone. See you guys in two weeks or so." He paused, obviously studying her expression to see if she believed this lie. They stood that way, staring at each other before he nodded and turned heading out the door. "Bye." She called out, heading back to the waiting dishes. She'd learned it was useless to try to confront him about where he was really going. She had proof that he was cheating and hand confronted him with the text messages and emails and hotel/motel receipts, bank statements etc, and they'd spent thousands on therapists. James would usually become the model husband only to slip back into his old ways. She'd grown tired of the fighting and insults. He had made mention that his lack of attraction to her was due to her weight gain after the children, though she was only 15 pounds heavier than when they'd met. They had been madly in love even 5 years into their marriage and you could never have convinced her that he would even look at another woman years ago. But here they were...She stared out into her backyard, drying the last of the morning dishes, as her mind began its usual litany. I could go, take the kids and be gone when he got back, except she'd exhausted her savings to pay for the beautiful home they now shared. She'd done the stupid thing that a lot of women do. She got comfortable when she knew she shouldn't have. When she'd gotten pregnant she put of finishing her degree in marketing and focused on the children. Her only source of income was helping her mother by doing some creative marketing for her catering business. She sighed in defeat, as she'd done so many times and dried her hands. She reached up to pull the scrunchie that held her hair in place, and then shrugged, wondering why she should bother. She was dead in the eyes of the world, no point it taking down her hair or even changing her clothes. She turned scooping her car keys up, and dragged her purse from its' resting place in one of the chairs and marched unceremoniously to the front door. Time to run the daily errands. Stepping out into the crisp morning air and slamming the key home into the lock she thought of the first day she'd met him... (Then) She glanced down at her left hand, frowning in complete frustration. The bags were slipping and there wasn't a whole lot she could do about it. The idea to carry them all, instead of using the shopping cart, had been a stupid one. It was her smallish attempt at getting some exercise and just her bad luck that they were slipping free of her hands. She stopped and quickly lowered them to the ground, hearing a glassy protest from within. She frowned again and imagined the bottle of wine she'd talked herself into buying cracking and watching red rivulets running from the bottom of the bag. She released the plastic handle, her frown deepening as cans AND her bottle of wine all rolled free of the bag in different directions. "Great, Lydia...just great..." she murmured to herself as she quickly tried to wrangle her fleeing groceries. She grabbed all she could and glanced after a few that were still rolling and cursed again under her breath as her cell phone rang. She quickly righted the wine bottle and shoved the cans into the bag and grabbed her cell phone. "Hello?!" She heard the voice of her sons' teacher shrill and annoying. A can of beets, cradled by long artistic fingers, suddenly filled her field of vision. She flushed with embarrassment suddenly wondering why she'd even bought beets. She hated them. She grabbed the can and reached for her bag, only to have the phantom hand beat her to it. She murmured a thank you and finally looked up to see her knight in shining armor. His eyes were the first thing she noticed. The most piercing blue she'd ever seen. For a moment the world around her grayed in comparison and everything seemed to move in slow motion. The tall man smiled at her and dropped the rest of the groceries he'd rescued into the bag, "Which way is your car?" he said simply. She pointed and began walking quickly, brushing the too long bangs out of her eyes, as she went. She heard his footsteps fall in line behind her own and had a moment to think how stupid it was that she was letting a stranger trail her to her car. If he decided to kidnap her, it would be no more than she deserved. She shifted the cell phone and glanced at him, as she pressed the button turning off the car alarm and popping the hatch on her truck. She stepped back and raised her hand, making the universal motion for someone talking too much on the other end of the phone and rolled her eyes mockingly. "...so be sure you sign the papers or he can't compete...just wanted to give you a heads up!" she barely caught the last of what the teacher was saying. "Alright, I'll be sure to do that! I have to go now, hand full of groceries here, "she offered a curt laugh, attempting to sound cheerful and hung up before the woman could begin speaking again. She turned to look at her hero, exhaling dramatically and smiled at him. She was suddenly aware of what a mess she must look and moved to brush her hair from her eyes. He reached up quickly, his hand slowing as he neared her face and did this for her, a strange little smile on his face. She looked at him, nearly completely mesmerized. "...um...thank you...," she waited for his name. "Matt...And you are?" "Lydia." She caught herself staring at those vibrant blue eyes for a moment longer than she intended and blinked, "I'm...sorry. Your eyes are ...very blue." He chuckled and shoved his hands into his pockets, a gesture she would become familiar with, but never quite understand. "I get that a lot. I'm a freak of nature I suppose." She laughed a little catching the heavy pronunciation of his Rs. "And you're...Irish?" "Aye." He smirked at her, his eyes becoming slightly hooded, casting a slight shadow over the brilliantly blue orbs. He indeed knew how handsome he was and wielded his charm like the deadliest weapon. She extended her hand, "Well thank you so much. All the way from Ireland, just to help this poor woman with her groceries. Is this a bad habit or do you rescue groceries professionally?" He laughed again and she blushed a deep dark red that only women of color can blush. She had a charm of her own, charm that she'd forgotten she possessed. "Well I'm sort of professional. I'm semi-retired and only rescue on a case by case basis. You know...in case the woman in question is absolutely beautiful." She blinked several times in rapid succession and smiled again. What is WRONG with you?! She yelled at herself in her head. "Well, thank you once again. I appreciate the help." She turned yanking down the hatch to her truck and slamming it shut. She moved around the truck careful not to touch him, and tossed a smile back over her shoulder. In retrospect this attempt at parting flirtation was a terrible idea. She went sprawling onto the pavement, just barely managing to keep her face from any damage. He moved quick as a flash, easily helping her to her feet and once again brushed the hair from her eyes. He lingered a moment, his fingers trailing along her cheek as he stared at her, his eyes frosted a day dreamy blue. He blinked suddenly and smiled again and stepped back from her, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. "You know, you keep this up and I'm going to start thinking you want me." He grinned at her. She could smell his cologne faintly. Paloma Piccaso for men. So he had kind of expensive tastes...or his wife did. She reached past him slamming the key clumsily into the door lock and tossed him a sheepish grin. "Yeah, well, "was the only answer she could muster as she yanked the door to the truck open. He ambled quickly out of the way, the smile still on his face. He put a hand on the door just as she was pulling the door closed, holding it open. "So Lydia, what are you doing the rest of your life?" She stared at him blankly a second before laughing lightly, "I'm planning world domination on Tuesday, but after that I'm free. Why do you ask?" "Meet me for lunch?" "I'm married." "So your husband doesn't allow you to each lunch?" Once again she found herself staring at him blankly as very clear alarm bells went off in her head. Danger Will Robinson, DANGER. "Um...ok...sure. Let me give you my number." +++ She stood glancing around nervously, and absently adjusting her hair every few seconds. She glanced at her cell phone again, he was late and she was feeling foolish. What was she doing here? Why had she agreed to meet him for lunch, and why on God's green earth was she so up in arms about it? She'd pulled on dress she'd bought a few weeks ago on a whim. It was long flowing and in a beautiful pink that clung to all the right curves, dipping low enough to show off her cleavage and it perfectly complimented her skin. She glanced down at her gladiator sandal clad feet, inwardly thankful she'd stopped to get a pedicure the day before. She'd swept her hair up, letting a few ringlets fall here and there. She looked, in a word, beautiful, even if she didn't realize it. She gathered the dress in her right hand and started down the stairs of the restaurant, fully intending to go home when she spotted him bounding up the stairs. He smiled a smile that she would come to know as "her" smile as he let his eyes travel the length of the dress. He stood towering over her for a moment before leaning down to kiss her. Once again the world slowed for her and she wanted to turn her cheek but her mind, apparently failing to receive the cheek message, refused to oblige. He didn't kiss her full on the lips, but at the corner, lingering a moment too long before pulling away. She was vaguely aware that his arm had slipped around her waist and he was pressed lightly against her. Her entire body throbbed in response to all of this and she pulled away suddenly, her fingers rising to caress her lips absently. He placed a hand on her elbow, turning her gently and guiding her back up the stairs. "You look stunning in that. Wear that for me?" She glanced at him, and then looked down at her feet, suddenly aware that her dress was caught under her shoe. She yanked it free, starting to stumble, but his other arm circled her waist, steadying her. She looked up at him for a moment as he spoke to the cute young thing of a greeter, telling her his name and that he had made reservations. She didn't hear herself do it, and wasn't even aware that she'd done it. She sighed. It wasn't like any sigh she'd ever done before. It was a sigh of complete longing. She steadied herself further before pulling away from him a bit. No she hadn't realized she sighed, but he heard it and looked down at her just as she looked away. +++ Matt Dowling was the type of man who definitely knew he had an effect on the ladies. He'd never had any trouble getting any woman to give him what he wanted, no matter their age, size, shape or color. If only it were as simple as any ole pussy would do. If most women knew his deepest desires they would probably run screaming from him. Yes he was definitely a different breed than your average 'pretty boy' as his girlfriend in college had branded him. He was mulling this very thing over as he listened to his wife chatter away in his ear, when he saw "her" for the first time. She moved past him, a petite force of nature as she hurried out into the parking lot. He noticed her hands, the palms flooded with the redness of effort as the plastic loops cut into them. "Mmhm...love, I have to go now help an old lady with her groceries here. I'll call you back," he, quickly pushed the end button not giving her a chance to respond or she'd only go on talking. He did indeed dash out into the parking lot after the 'old woman' and reached her just as her cans were starting to make a run for it. He stopped cold for a moment watching her, catching just a sliver of pink peeking above the elastic waist of the runners' tights she was wearing. She stopped and crouched, leaning this way and that, as she grabbed her cell phone and he heard her talking to herself before she answered it. She was completely endearing in that moment and he smiled in spite of himself and stepped forward to help her. When she'd finally looked up at him he had a momentary sense of vertigo. Her eyes were absolutely gorgeous pools chocolaty brown, a shade just off the color of her skin. She offered him a friendly smile and he flashed one back that normally made the female types go knocky in the knees. She rose, phone still pressed to her ear and then he could entirely see the shape of her body. She was only petite in height; everything else about her was voluptuously perfect. He caught her staring at him but there was only a flicker of an expression, there and gone again so fast he may have simply imagined it. She didn't seem so outwardly affect by him, like any other woman would have been and this little thing intrigued him. So he'd invited her to lunch. Nothing he hadn't done before. What he had planned for after lunch if all went well was nothing he hadn't done before either. He grinned across the table at her obvious awkwardness as she fumbled with her menu and listened absently to her make idle chatter. He didn't hear a single word she said, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She clearly had no idea how sexy she was. When the waitress finally handed him the little black folder with the check, while attempting to gain his attention for the umpteenth time, he reached across the table, grabbing Lydia's hands. She looked up and him and he grinned, her expression unmistakable this time. She was completely shocked, but she didn't pull away. He pulled one of those lovely hands to his lips, planting chaste kiss on the back side and then released her. He smiled again, seeing her visibly shaken. Good, she wasn't a total ice queen. "Come on, I'll walk you to your car, "he rose, holding out a hand for her. Ever the perfect gentleman. She looked at his hand, almost suspiciously before taking it and slipping out of the chair to stand looking up at him. Her gave her hand a gentle, but reassuring squeeze before tugging her along behind him. She began chattering again and he could hear the frantic edge in her tone. She was nervous. All of this excited him as he glanced around, before pulling her into the parking garage, and finally the stairwell. All of her chatter was effectively ended as he pressed her against the wall, kissing her hard. His cock jerked in his pants, stiffening, and he grabbed her hand, placing it there so she could feel. She squeezed a moment then suddenly pulled away so fast his cock may as well have been fire. She pressed her hands against his chest and pushed, breaking the kiss. "Please Matt...We shouldn't." He curled his fingers into her hair, clenching and turned her head so he could press his lips to her ear, "Tell me to stop then...say it," he pulled her head back, and chuckled as he heard the sharp inhaling hiss when he grazed her neck with his teeth. Her voice came out small, shuddering deliciously, "I just did." "No...you pleaded with me not to. That's not stop Lydia. That shit turns me on if you want to know the truth. Now if you want me to stop, say it." Forgetful Not Ch. 02 He turned her face back to his, his eyes penetrating hers. He could feel her heat, her body shivering against his. But no way was he letting her get away. The second she started to speak, he kissed her again, then went to work on her neck again. "Matt.." she said his name, barely above a whisper. "Stop." He released her instantly, his cock protested, pushing against the front of his pants as if trying to break free. He stood away from her, hands shoved deep in his pockets, looking down at her. They stared at each other that way a while before she, reached up, trying to right her hair apparently, looking so very adorable to him. She tucked her purse under her arm and muttered a goodbye before disappearing through the door. He stood there unmoving for a moment, and chuckled and then shrugged before walking out after her. She passed him in her car and waved at him reluctantly. He merely nodded and made his way to his own car, telling himself that it was fine and he wasn't the least bit bothered. It was a lie. He found himself remembering every detail of the day, down to the way she smelled. He lay awake most of the night, hard-on throbbing angrily as he tried not to think of slipping between her lovely thighs, pinning her hands above her head and fucking her until she begged him to stop. He gritted his teeth and rolled onto his side, away from his lightly snoring wife. He contemplated using her to help relieve his frustrations, but quickly pushed the thought out of his mind. No. Lydia was who he wanted and he'd have her. She would pay dearly for making him lie awake like this, for making him want her. He finally was able to drift off to sleep, planning how he would take his revenge...over and over and over. Forgetful Not Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Go With The Flow She said I'll throw myself away They're just photos after all I can't make you hang around I can't wash you off my skin.... Outside the frame, Is what you're leaving out You won't remember anyway... Queens of the Stone Age-Go With The Flow He sat in his car, absently tapping his thigh with his fingers, glancing at the building every so often. His frustration was nearly overwhelming. The fact that he'd been trying to reach Lydia all week and she wouldn't answer or return his calls was pissing him off in ways unimaginable. He'd gotten over his minor obsession with her weeks ago, but his wife's insistence that he contact her to cater the country clubs fall fundraiser after finding her business card in his coat pocket, had put her on his radar again. The first time he'd called, she'd hung up, upon hearing his voice immediately. He'd gritted his teeth and called right back, only to have her hurriedly say, "I can't do this." And hang up again. He'd called and left numerous messages, but she wouldn't return his calls. Meanwhile, his wife grew ever more persistent in nagging him about contacting her. He finally decided he'd pay little-miss Lydia a visit. He couldn't deny the fact that he was looking forward to seeing her. He couldn't wait to see her jaw drop when he told her he only wanted to speak to her about catering and nothing else. He was no longer interested in her in any possible way and had in fact found another hole to fill in the form of the temp he'd hired a few weeks ago. She resembled Lydia, but didn't have her adorable two left feet syndrome. Which was just as well, he only needed to fuck her and get Lydia out of his system. He sat frowning over the steering wheel, thinking of the temp and how 'receptive' she'd been, when Lydia finally stepped into view. She walked slowly, carefully balancing her Starbucks on top of a thick notebook. He sat up, not realizing he was holding his breath, or that his heart had skipped a little. He watched her fumble with the keys and the coffee tilt precariously to the side before she righted the notebook. She glanced back, seemingly right at him, before disappearing through the glass door and he saw interior lighting spill into the fading dark of morning through the huge glass window. He watched her through the window for a while and then slipped from the car, shoving his fingers into his pockets and crossed the narrow street. He gave the door a gentle push, she hadn't locked it, though it was well before office hours and he saw her look up from the notebook she'd carried in. Recognition dawned and her eyes widened before she stood fully, and nervously toyed with the pen she was holding. He offered a smug smirk before letting the door swing shut behind him. He walked a few steps toward her, hands shoved deep into his pockets and paused, waiting for her to get the wrong impression. He smiled in spite of himself when she backed away a bit, and paused as well. "Don't flatter yer self sweetheart. I'm here about business." He leaned on the tall counter, glancing around, noting the smell of sugar hanging in the air. She stiffened then visibly relaxed and stepped back to the counter. He frowned, not the response he was hoping for from her. He wanted to see disappointment, longing and a little tinge of humiliation in her expression. Instead he watched as she reached below the counter and grabbed a hand full of forms and a menu, and slid them across to him. "I'm sorry, I had forgotten you said might need a cater for your events. Lucky you caught someone here, no one usually is, unless scheduled." She began unfolding the menu for him and arranging the forms. Once again, he couldn't help noticing her 'not' noticing him. Perhaps she really was an Ice Queen. She turned the forms a bit, so that she could point out their services and he caught a glimpse of lacy top of her dark red bra. For a moment he smirked and thought she must have worn that just for him, then he realized that she couldn't have. She didn't know he was coming. This still did nothing to stop his cock from slightly stiffening in his pants as he stared at that small ridge of reddish black lace. He caught a whiff of her perfume and suddenly had the urge to touch her hand and gave in to it. "Lydia.." he said in a voice so low it might have been a whisper. "..are we ever going to talk about what happened?" She looked down at her hand, the one he was holding and blinked. She opened her mouth to speak when the door chimes announced yet another early morning visitor. She jerked her hand free of his and shot him a pained look before darting around the counter and slipping into the embrace the newly entered man. "Hey! Told you I'd be here long before you were." She said and pressed herself against him in greeting. Matt's jaw tightened as he looked on, his fists clenching in their pockets. He forced a smile as he watched the two of them. The man resembled him a bit, though a few inches shorter. Maybe that's why she wasn't interested. She already had her little something on the side. He felt like a fool standing there. The two of them made pleasantries as she finally disappeared into the kitchen. Matt turned to look at the man, quietly sizing him up. "So..you're Lydia's..." he said, turning to fully face the man. The little voice in his head kept screaming that he was acting irrationally. Lydia was no one to him, what business of his was it who she was fucking? He had the temp and any other women he wanted. Fuck Lydia! Still he pressed on, " Husband?" he asked, full well knowing it wasn't. "Oh! No, I'm an old friend of hers. Get my catering done at half price since I know her so well. Helps to have a hook up. " the man chuckled knowingly, and gave Matt a rather cheesy thumbs up. "Friend eh?" Matt said pointedly, his eyes going a steely blue as he narrowed his gaze. He hoped it was very clear what he was implying. Confusion rippled across the man's face as he began to frown, definitely getting the meaning behind Matt's comment. He started to speak, when Lydia re-appeared with two large boxes. Both men sprang forward, trying to wrest the boxes from her. "Oh! Thanks guys! Matt, we've got them, let me walk him out and I'll be right back to help you, 'kay?" she didn't wait for him to answer and followed the man out to his car. He watched them through the window, speaking in a rather animated fashion and glancing back at him once or twice before she gave the man a chaste kiss on the cheek. She stepped back inside and turned, locking the door before turning back to him. "You wanted to talk?" She folded her arms and leaned against the door. He stood looking at her for a moment, before quietly speaking, "Come over here." She immediately dropped her arms and took a tentative step toward him, "Why?" He watched her, but said nothing, waiting for her to move within arms' length. Once she was, he reached out grabbing both shoulders and pulled her to him. His mind screamed that he should stop, why was he doing this, but he felt completely out of control. He could only think of pressing his lips to hers. So he did, but noticed it was completely different from last time. It wasn't all lust, there was something deeper that he wouldn't allow himself to fully think about. He slid one arm down, looping it around her waist, while the other hand gripped her hair. He hovered close to her lips, "Because we need to talk," he responded. He kissed her gently, just tasting her lips, before looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry about before." She looked up at him, her hands resting against his chest, but not resisting, "So you do it again? How are you sorry?" "I didn't say what I was sorry for, yet." He punctuated his sentence with another lingering kiss. "I'm sorry I was too fast before." He pressed her back against the counter, and kissed her fully, and stopped again to look in the hazy brown eyes. "Matt, you can't do this here, please-" He kissed her into silence, hearing and unmistakable soft moan that followed, and felt her hands clench at his shirt. His cock throbbed in his pants, demanding to have what it wanted, what he wanted. Breaking the kiss he looked down at her, her own gaze frosty brown, "Why are you denying what you want? You want me to touch you, you want me to kiss you,...", he kissed her again, "To fuck you. Why deny it?" Her eyes widened a bit at that last and she finally wriggled free of his embrace. She stepped around the counter, brushing nervously at her hair but he could see her composure seeping back into her demeanor. She looked up at him, her eyes afire with an emotion he couldn't quite place. "We need to get this done. I have a ton of things to do and my mother is due in shortly to make some canapés so..." She smoothed her hair again and pushed the forms at him from across the counter. "Excuse me." She added curtly and stepped through the door in the back. He gritted his teeth, stifling a low growl. He picked up the pen and began filling out the forms. He left them there on the counter, before she came back. He drove to his office and sat in the parking lot looking down at the aching tightness in his pants. The hard on refused to die, even though he was furious. What the hell was wrong with her?! Why was she so resistant to him?! He gritted his teeth again, slamming his hand against the steering wheel when his cell phone rang. Aha, she was calling him. He smirked "Hello there darlin'," he purred into the phone. "Hello Sir, I see you sitting there in your car and you look upset. Anything I can do to help?" the temp piped up in her girlish voice. It wasn't Lydia, damn! He searched the immediate area and found the temp standing a few feet away from the car. He hadn't even noticed her there, he was so consumed with rage and lust. "Yes, you can help, come 'ere." He motioned to her, and hung up, dropping the phone in his pocket. The girl slid into the passenger seat, her smile widening when she saw his fully erect cock. He didn't wait for her to say more, merely grabbed a hand full of her hair, pressing her lips against the tip. She didn't resist, only moaned. This pissed him off more. She may resemble Lydia but she certainly didn't sound like her. As the girl went above and beyond her job description, he pictured Lydia's face. He could still taste her on his lips, could still smell her. He moaned as his cock throbbed in the girls mouth. His cell phone rang and he reached into his pocket to silence it, his hips beginning to move of their own accord as he fucked the girls mouth. Oh she was good, but not who he wanted. He wanted "Lydia.." he murmured. The girl lifted her head, "I'm sorry Sir, what did you say?" He pushed her head down, again as he felt the familiar tingle in his balls. He was about to cum. He hissed as the pressure intensified. "Oh god Lydia!" he moaned as he came, still clenching the girls hair. He released the vice grip on the girls hair and leaned across her lap to the glove compartment for the wipes he kept there. She sat up, wiping at her mouth and smiling. He took a moment to really look at her, she was a pretty young thing, couldn't have been more than 23. If he were younger.... "Sir, my name is not Lydia, who is Lydia? Your wife?" She took the wipe he was offering and cleaned off her gorgeous full lips. She reapplied her lipstick and glanced at him, waiting for an answer. Matt, opened the car door and stepped out into the cool morning hair. He had no intentions of answering her. Leaning into the car, he grabbed his bag, "Hurry up, we have a lot to do today." He stood up closing the door and peering over the car. His cock was stiffening again, his mind stuck on setting, Lydia. He waited for the girl to get out before setting the alarm and heading toward the elevators. The girl began chattering animatedly as they stepped through the doors. She brushed her tits against him suggestively a few times and he knew that by lunch he'd have her bent over his desk as he'd done so many days since she'd come to work there and since he couldn't get Lydia out of his head. ------------ She sat staring at the screen of the computer, the smell of freshly baking sweet things making her mouth water. Her mother had showed up not moments after Matt's car left the parking lot across the street. She closed the window to Literotica.com sighing wistfully. She loved reading one particular author there and though the stories were excellent, she had to laugh at the obstacles that kept the characters apart. Much like real life, young people always thought there were insurmountable obstacles keeping them apart, when it was nothing but air that stood between them. Try having a husband children, she always wanted to yell at them. If she had it do over, she'd have chosen at least half a dozen different men to marry. If she'd managed to meet Matt before, she would have even considered being his Mrs, but fate is a cruel Mistress. The truth is, much like a line from her favorite Mary J. Blige song, "When you think you're in love, you only see what you wanna see, " she'd seen what she wanted to see with her husband in the beginning. She was the only one really in love, is what occurred to her once looking back on her marriage. But when Matt touched her, she felt things she couldn't explain. She felt all those things she'd read about and she was scared to death. There was no way she could feel this way about someone she barely knew and even worse, it was feeling this way about someone she could never have. For good or for bad she was married. Married women with children had to be sensible, which really just equaled being unhappy and hating yourself and your life for the sake of the children. How long could she do this? How long could she be on auto-pilot? Her mind flashed back to his touch, the way he smelled, the way his lips felt against hers and she sat starring dazed at the wall. What if she never felt this again? She stood up, not allowing herself to really think about what she was about to do. She grabbed her purse fishing out Matt's business card and dialed his number, heading for the door. She wouldn't spend her life unhappy, maybe Matt is just what she needed to help make life a little more bearable. She heard his voice thick with his Irish drawl fill her ear, announcing that he was unavailable and to leave a message. She hung up as she slid behind the wheel of her car. She'd have this talk with him face to face. ------------------------ He placed his hand squarely in the middle of her back, pushing her down onto his desk. He closed his eyes, biting down on his lip as he slipped into her tight wetness. She moaned softly, reaching back to grab his arm and he immediately stopped. "Did I tell you that you could touch me?" "No Sir." She said and lay back down, resting her hands on the files she'd carried in moments ago. There were definitely perks to being the boss, one of them being that no one questioned why he and his assistant weren't present at the division luncheon in the conference room downstairs. He'd been unable to focus on anything resembling work since he'd gotten to the office and had decided to make use of his assistant as soon as the rest of the office took off for the catered lunch. The blow job she'd given him in the car only served to inflame his lust for Lydia and he couldn't wait to fuck the young girl to ease the severe case of blue balls he was developing. He eased in and out of her, knowing his length and girth were a bit much for quite a few women to handle and he never was the pound women type. It was so much more fun to feel their pussy gripping him, begging for it harder and him not giving it to them. They seemed to cum extra hard from the tease. He closed his eyes, once again his mind turning to Lydia. He put his hands on the girls hips, pulling her toward him, burying his entire shaft to the hilt. She wiggled a bit uncomfortably but he held her there, "Shhhhh....stop fucking moving." He whispered to her, as she gasped a little loudly. He glanced at the clock on the wall, knowing it would be a good while before they began straggling back in from lunch. He'd even told a few that if they wanted they could take the rest of the afternoon off, as he knew it would take him a while to slake his lust. He'd fuck this girl until she was raw if he had to, so he wouldn't think about.... He paused mid thought, mid stroke, he thought he heard someone calling his name. ----------------------- She nodded at the small blonde woman who pointed her toward the elevators. "His office is on the 6th floor. Just head down the hall and to right and you'll see his office. His assistant should be able to help you from there". She tucked her purse under her arm and headed nervously toward the elevator. She began talking to herself, practicing what she would say to him. How would she explain why she was there? "Just...tell him you think he's hot, Lydia...just say it. What's the big deal? No, big deal." She answered her own question as the doors slid open. She headed down the hall and found his office. It was one of those offices with a huge window behind his assistant's desk. No doubt so he could peer out at her and make sure she was doing her job. The shades to this window were drawn and she glanced around trying to find his assistant. Perhaps she'd stepped away to the bathroom, "Hello? Matt?" she said and then stepped up this his door gathering the reins of her courage. She knocked softly and turned the handle peering into his office. She stopped cold, seeing the tiny black girl quickly yanking down her skirt, "Oh! I'm so sorry, I was looking-" the words died in her throat when she saw him there. He turned away from her, quickly righting his clothes, but not before she could see the deep red coloring of his face. Her hand rose to her chest as she backed out of the room, but not before being nudged aside by his assistant as she hurried from the office. She smiled at Lydia as she passed, clearly headed to the bathroom when the phone rang. The girl yanked the phone from it's resting place and announce her name "This is-" and then pause. The door frame was suddenly filled with Matt's tall lithe form. His eyes looked wide and apologetic as he moved toward her, "Lydia, I-" "Lydia?!" the assistant, who had just cradled the phone turned to look at her wide eyed. She was connecting the dots. The both of them looked at Matt as she phone rang again, it's angry buzz punctuating the silence. The girl turned and picked up the phone again and then looked to Matt nodding, "Yes ma'am he's right here." She mouthed the words 'It's your wife' to him. Matt tossed a tortured glance at Lydia before telling the girl to put his wife on speaker "Yeah honey, it's not a good time, what's up" "Not a good time? What..too busy fucking Lydia to talk to me? Who the fuck is Lydia?" her voice sounded shrill and angry. Matt frowned, avoiding Lydia's gaze "What are you talking about?! Lydia is the caterer you wanted me to hire!" Suddenly the area was filled with his voice emanating from the phone speaker. Him moaning, Lydia's name earlier during his 'blow job'. Lydia's eyes widened as she looked at him and then she looked to his assistant connecting her own dots. The girl smirked back at her and folded her arms smugly. She turned deftly on her heel and left, ignoring the sounds behind her. How could she have been so stupid as to think she could do something like this with him? He was a womanizer and she would have been just another woman. She couldn't bear to be that to anyone else. Just another woman. She refused to look back as she left, she didn't ever want to see Matt again. But ever turned out to be only a year.