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Tonight's the Night

By: velcrofly69



We had talked about doing this for quite some time. The more I thought about it the interested I became. Wifey and I decided to head out on the town as if we didn’t know each other.

With a pre set game plan in mind I suggested heading to a city about an hour from our hometown. Our departure time was to be 9:00 that evening. The crumbsnatchers were safely deposited at grandmas.

I made a few suggestions as to how she should present herself this evening. Black spagetti strap sundress, black thong, no bra. I could tell by her nervousness that she was excited about our evening. She nervously kept asking about how her hair and make up looked.

At about 8:55 the door bell rang. I was still (purposely) in the shower. I heard her skip down the stairs and open the door. About thirty seconds later I heard her coming back up the stairs giggling. Our car and driver had arrived.

I quickly hopped out of the shower and got dressed. She was busily checking out the limo. Playing with the stereo and goofing around with the moon roof. When I came out the front door I saw her standing with her head and shoulders out of the sunroof. Her smile was a mile wide.

I briefed the driver and we were off. The ride was pleasant enough, lots of nervous chatter and cuddling. 

The trip to our destination was over in no time. As we came to a stop I leaned over and put my arms around her, lightly kissing her lips.

“Here’s the deal” I said

“This club has four floors, each with a different theme. The forth floor is all classic rock. I will be back at 11:30 looking for you there”

“I thought you would at least come in with me” 

“Nah, I figure I might cramp you style a bit too much. Go on in, you will be fine. You probably won’t buy yourself a drink all night".

She stepped out with me right behind her. She had her back to the car as I leaned into her. I grasped both her hands behind her back and kissed her deeply once again. Her nerves were obvious.

“Go ahead, have fun. I will be back in a little while.”

I stood there as she waited in line to get into the club. After she had climbed the stairs she looked back and gave a little wave. 

I told the driver to take me to a local peeler joint. I planned on having a couple of beers while I thought about my gameplan. 

The adventure had just begun...

*Author Change (Wifey writes the next section)

As I stepped in the door, several things struck me at once. Smoke, lights, noise, young bodies everywhere.

"What the bloody heck am I doing here?" I thought to myself. "Twenty somethings everywhere, flat bellies, tatts, perk boobies, geez, I am outta here!"

As I turn to leave, hoping to flag down hub and confess I chickened out, I see a man checking me out.

He is leaning against the bar, looking my way. Not leering, just gazing. He looked to be about 30. Button down shirt instead of a tee shirt. Dockers instead of jeans or shorts.

Hmm. This might not be so bad after all. I offer him a smile, and see him smile in return. My confidence re-emerges.

I saunter over to the bar, a few people down from Mr. Mature. The bartender asks what I would like. I pause. A beer? A glass of wine? A Cosmopolitan? I decide on vodka with cranberry. Not too complicated, but not as burp inducing as beer. And I am a wine snob, it is not likely I will like what their selection is.

As I receive change for the $20 I offered in payment, I wryly remark to myself that hub was not correct when he told me I wouldn't pay for a drink all night. 

I take my drink, and casually turn in the direction of Mr. Mature. Gone. *sigh*

I watch the dancers on the first floor. Some sort of techno beat bumps out, the bass so deep I feel it as I try to breathe in a contrary rhythm. "Time to wander upstairs" I tell myself.

Ah, Top 40. A little more recognizable. Still not my taste, but an improvement. I lean against a wall and watch. Perfect little girls with perfect little bodies bump and grind with frat boys. The boys are eager, think they are cool, and are practically drooling over the little hotties. I lean against a wall, watching the hot people. A wry smile on my lips. Well, this is kinda fun. I like to people watch. How does she move that way, I would sprain…......HOOOO BABY!!!! WHO IS THAT?"

6 foot 3, dark brown hair, dark eyes, dark eyebrows. 35ish. Maybe a little over weight, but he has that sense of confidence that some guys have. Not cockiness, or arrogance. Just an ease with themselves that shows through in how they hold themselves, how they look around a room. He looks around at the younger crowd, shakes his head slightly, then looks my way. 

Pauses.

Locks his eyes on mine.

Feeling like the star in a sitcom featuring a doofy 30 something female, I go to take a sip of my drink. And slop some of it down my chest.

As I stare down at my damp chest in embarrassment, wondering what to do, he comes over to me. And hands me the tiny, useless little paper napkin that he grabbed off the bar.

"Um" he says "Here, I'm sorry, it's all I have, would you like me to get some more?"

As I blot at the dampness in my dress, I am too embarrassed to look up at his face. I spend as much time patting at the wet material as I can as he hovers nearby. I finally look up at him.

"I am so embarrassed, I can't even begin to say." In the back of my mind, I realize he looks a lot like Big from Sex and the City. Hot hot hot.

A smile on his lips. I relax. He isn't making fun of me.

"Thanks. This will do." I notice his scent. A brief scent of a cologne. I look at his shoulders. They are marvelously wide. His voice is deep, just a slight southern accent.

"Can I buy you another drink?"

"No, I think that is plenty, obviously. Would you like to dance?"

I can't believe I just asked a man to dance. A man I was attracted to. A man I was not married to.

He replies sure.

Off to the dance floor we go.

Mr. Big is NOT a dancer. Jerky, uncoordinated moves. He looks uncomfortable. He looks like he would rather be anywhere other than here.

"How about we go upstairs? I think that is a little more my speed" With a look of relief, he agrees.

Ah, classic rock. Here we go. Guns N Roses wail about Sweet Child of Mine. Mr. Mature there, chatting up a woman at the bar. People a little closer to my generation wander around. Now Billie Jean is not my girl. Unconsciously, I lip sync along with Michael Jackson. Another drink appears next to my hand. I look at Mr. Big.

"My name is CW, what's yours?"

"Scott."

The vodka has spread through my body. I am warm. Relaxed, getting open minded about Scott. He is hot. Getting hotter by the sip. Hub crosses my mind. Where is he, what is he doing? Is he here, watching? I gaze around the club, wondering if he is secreted into a dark corner, watching me. I see no sign of him. Scott notices my gaze, asks if I am looking for someone in particular. I hesitate, then notice a telltale sign on his hand. A tan line on the bare ring finger. "No. Just checking out the place."

Is he playing the same game, I wonder.

David Bowie sings about Major Tom. 

I drink the last swallow of my drink. Bruce Springsteen, Dancing in the dark. I grab Scott's hand. Out to the floor we go. I do my best Courtney Cox imitation; arms swinging, having a great time. Scott is more comfortable dancing to the stuff he danced to as a 17 year old.

The Hooters start singing. She was bee bop baby on a Saturday night. He grabs my hips as we start dancing in rhythm. And we danced. I throw my arms around his neck and pull closer to him. His hands are on my waist. We sway in tandem. His hands rub around my hips, slightly lower, to the top of the roundness of my ass. I push closer. I am getting hot. More than hot. His hands move up my back. I lean into his hands slightly, relishing the feel of his strong hands spread on my back. 

I reach up and run my fingers through the hair on the back of his neck, I look in his eyes. I see desire. Scott is buzzed, relaxed, but not the least bit drunk. He knows exactly what is going on. Smiling slightly, he pulls me close again. I run my hands down his arms. Big arms, nicely defined without being over developed. 

Cars are now playing, Ric Ocasek singing you're all I've got tonight. Scott's hands slide lower. I sway my hips even more. Slow, sensuous moves, back and forth. I lean my chest closer to his, pressing my breasts into him. His hands reach the hem of my skirt. As his index finger traces little circles on my bare skin, I feel the trace of his finger's path as a trail of heat. His hand pushes slightly higher. Pushing my hem up a bit. Scott's hand moves around to the back. His fingers trace the skin at the very bottom of my curved ass cheek By this time, I am oblivious to anybody that might be watching. I don't want his light touch to stop. I bury my nose in his shoulder; lift my head to his neck, and breathe deeply. I dart my tongue out, touch the skin of his neck. I can tell he feels it, his fingers press a little harder as they trace the curve of my ass, under my skirt. I push my face into his neck. My hands are balled into fists, gripping handfuls of his shirt. I am trying so hard to control myself, when all I want to do is rip his shirt off and run my tongue over his chest, his shoulders, his neck, up to his ear.

Scott pulls away gently. "I need a break, how about you?" Numbly, I nod and follow him to the bar. More vodka and cranberry for me, more beer for him. Pulling on my hand, he takes me to the end of the bar away from the dance floor. We lean on the bar, facing one another.

"I like the way you dance." I tell him. He smiles. "I especially like the way YOU dance" he replies.

AC/DC blares on. One of my all time favorite songs. She was a fast machine She kept her motor clean She was the best damn woman I had ever seen She had the sightless eyes Telling me no lies Knockin' me out with those American thighs

At this line, I am swaying, looking Scott right in the eyes, pulling my skirt up, so he can see THESE American thighs. He looks on, rapt, as I move to the music. He reaches out and puts his arm around my waist. Pulls me close. Pauses briefly as he looks at my face, then kisses me. Lightly at first, then with more passion. His arm pulls me in tight against his chest. I put one arm around his broad shoulders, and wrap the other around his waist. I pull his shirt tail out and run my fingers lightly across his lower back. His other hand moves down to my ass, pauses, squeezes. I am so wet that I feel it soaking through my panties as he gives my ass another squeeze. I give up any pretense of decorum and lean into him, kissing him as if my life depends on it. I don't hear the background music, I don't feel the crowd of people around us, I don't smell the cigarette smoke that permeates the air.

I finally pull away. "I need to go find the ladies room. Will you still be here when I get back?"

He assures me I will see him again, and I feel his eyes on my ass as I walk away from him.

When I return from a long sojourn in the ladies room spent gathering my wits, I see him sitting in one of the low, comfy couches scattered around the bar area. I sit next to him, and lean comfortably back into his encircling arm. Scott leans forward and kisses me again. I throw one leg over his lap, and twist into a more comfortable position. He reaches one arm down, and scoops me onto his lap. My skirt rides up, my nearly bare ass is on his lap. As he kisses me, his hand wanders up my thigh, down again.

I am nearly delirious. I have no idea what to do next. I can't actually have sex with this guy, but I am so hot I want to explode.

Scott pulls away, gently kissing my mouth, my chin, then pulling back and looking at me. As my eyes clear, allowing me to focus, I see hub sitting on a bar stool, watching. I give a guilty start, and make a move to get up. Hub motions me it is ok, and to stay put.

Author Change (CH writes the rest)

So there I sat atop my bar stool nursing my beer and watching wifey across the smoke filled room.

She was acting differently with him then she ever had with me. I watched as they chatted, the conversation broken by CW's nervous giggles. 

I watched as he held her ever so gently in hs lap, his hands playing in her hair. Every once in a while he would tuck her hair behind her ear and lean in. Sometimes it was conversation, sometimes it was just his lips and tongue.

From time to time his hands would venture to her lap, he slowly slid his hands up towards her crotch. I knew her panties must have been soaked. He appeared to be behaving himself but then again my view was somewhat obstructed.

It was obvious he didn't know or care that her husband was watching the scene play out. Occasionally she would look up, briefly making eye contact with me. I purposely avoided her eyes, I wanted her to enjoy this moment.

I looked back over and saw she was standing up, her little dress was bunched up as she stood. No doubt he got a nice view of her slim ass. He stood and spun her around. Taking her face in his hands he leaned down and began to kiss her, slowly and passionately as they swayed to the music. She pushed her tongue deep into his mouth as she leaned into him. They broke off and chatted again, he then turned and headed towards the bar, directly at me.

I looked over at CW. She was in the process of freshening up her lipstick. I looked again as he drew closer, again she was oblivious to my stare. 

He leaned in right next to me in order to get the bartenders attention. 

"Cosmopolitan and a Citron and Sprite" 

I was amused, the Cosmo was for her, the Citron and Sprite was for him. I was amused, Citron just happens to be my drug of choice.

I took a chance and thought I'd go for it.

"Looks like you have a winner" I said sincerely.

"Yeah maybe I'll get lucky tonite. Lord knows I deserve it." 

He pulled out his wallet and paid the bartender. He began to turn back to his seat.

"Hey good luck with her, you look great together"

"Thanks " was his reply

I watched as he headed back towards CW. I briefly made eye contact with her. She looked puzzled, she obviously saw us talking. 

She looked up at him and smiled from ear to ear as he approached. She stood as he got close taking her drink with two hands this time. He quickly took a seat and motioned for her to sit. Carefully placing her drink on the shelf she slid in next to him, what she did next took even me by surprise. In one fluid motion she swung her legs into his lap.

Reaching up she grabbed her drink and took a sip. She shot me a quick glance and smiled. She slid her arms around his shoulders and leaned in and began to nibble at the base of his neck. Slowly she slid her mouth up until she was nibbling at his ear. I must say at this point she was driving me crazy. I also noticed her right arm was no longer on his shoulders, it looked to me that she had her right hand in his lap. 

I almost couldn't stand it. I was so hot watching them. The way she was working her lips, slowly running her tongue along his neck, I was also dying to see where exactly her hand had gone. I stood up to stretch and order another beer, purposely looking over to confirm my suspicion. 

Man, what to do what to do.

The two of them continued to chat, their faces only an inch apart. I had no way of knowing what was being said. All I could see was her arm rubbing back and forth very slowly. Suddenly she stood up, gave him a peck on the cheek and headed to the ladies room. He once again headed to the bar, right at me.

It was time for me to shit or get off the pot.

As he finished placing another order I looked him straight in the eye.

"Looks like you are heading for home"

"Well, I am not so sure" he replied

"What seems to be the problem?" I asked very sincerely, but the huge grin on my face probably made him wonder if I was nuts. I had a hard time not laughing.

"She doesn't want to leave the club. Says she is meeting a friend later." His face looked pained.

"I have a pretty good idea what's going on" said very matter of factly

"Oh really, you seem to be sitting here all alone, what are you a fucking dating genius?"

"Perhaps. For starters she probably knows you are married, nice tan line sport. I have something else to tell you, she's married as well."

"Fuck you, who do you think you are anyway" he was inches from my face, his anger visibly rising up his neck.

"Who am I??, I'll tell you who I am. I am her husband and the only way you are getting in her pants is if I decide to let you."

"Fuck you, you don't even know the girl"

"Oh really, her name is CW and she is originally from Iowa. Her sisters name is Amy."

He slid onto the stool next to me and just stared at me blankly.

“Relax” I said to him. It’s all part of a game I am playing. "You sir are now a player"

“What do you mean by a game?” It looked like I had his full attention now. *********************************************************************************

CW strolled out of the bathroom, a smile from ear to ear. Scott was standing, drink in each hand” waiting patiently for her return. She sat and accepted her drink, looking up at him still standing. 

They both seemed to be having quite the discussion, at one point he put both hands on her shoulders and caressed her neck. I could see her eyes close, her head tilt back as her gently stroked her muscles.

The chatter continued, the exact subject unknown to me. He finally leaned in and pulled her to her feet. He slid his arms around her waist and began to kiss her, gently at first. I saw her turn her head as they kissed, the pace quickening slightly. His right arm began to slide up over her curves and he gently placed a hand on her breast.

She made no attempt at stopping him, their embrace seemed to last forever. When they finally broke apart they looked into each other eyes and smiled.

Scott seemed to be searching for something, reaching into his pockets rather frantically. Frustrated he spun around and headed back to the bar.

He looked at me and asked “Got a pen?” “No buddy, sorry, flag the bartender”

CW was once again looking in my direction. I got that same quizzical look as earlier.

Pen in hand Scott headed back over to his waiting friend.

He took her by the hand and was writing something. A phone number no doubt. One last embrace and he turned towards the door.

Once he was safely out of sight CW made a beeline for me.

“I need another drink” was her first comment.

“So, what did you think of that” I asked

“Fucking hot! I saw you looking at us." She slid a hand onto my crotch gently kneading my rock hard dick.

"You obviously thought so as well" she hissed in my ear

I leaned over and started to kiss her neck working my to her ear, bringing my hand up just under her bosum. Whispering “That was un fucking believeable. I want to just take you out of here and make you scream, but first I wanna have another drink”

“Before you get comfortable you need to do something, get in the bathroom and take your thong off. When you come back out I want you to hand it to me. Now go.”

An evil little giggle and she was off on her errand.

The bartender walked over to me and stood looking at me unsure of what to say.

“It’s all part of the game” I said

He gave me a knowing smile and walked off.

She strolled back to the bar and slid onto the stool next to me. Per my instructions she leaned over and handed me her thong. I could feel her excitement on sheer fabric.

I pushed aside the hair from her face and began to kiss her teasingly, little flicks of my tongue grazing across her lips. I pulled back and began to slide down her neck, teasing her as I went. I slid my hand under her dress, slowly climbing up her thigh. I was pleased to find her hand on a search of it's own.


Tonight's the Night



I used the remote to open the garage door. His car was there. A thrill of excitement tingled its way through my body. Tonight was the night.

The sharp noise of clicking keyboard keys guided me to him. He didn't answer when I called to him from the open doorway. I stood there for a moment watching him. I knew what I desperately wanted to do, but I didn't know if I could go through with it. Should I try? 

It was obvious he didn't hear my heels tap lightly as I walked across the forest green carpet to stand behind him. 

The rhythm of the keys clicking changed though as I lent forward and my warm breath caressed his tanned neck. My tongue licked his throbbing pulse point. He didn’t wear after-shave, the warm muskiness was all his own. I smiled as my slow deep breath matched his. Letting my palms move down his chest, he squirmed as I found his nipples and slowly rubbed them. His typing continued. 

Moving around his height adjustable chair, I knelt beside him. I wasn't sure I'd be able to finish what I started, but I desperately wanted to try. His typing speed increased, but he didn't take his eyes from the screen. He was wearing only black satin boxers and within moments I made the move to slip down under his desk and kneel at his feet. 

His bare feet invited attention. My tongue laved his big toe, lifting it with my hand, I sucked it hard. I was rewarded with a gentle distinct groan from above. The typing continued. 

My hot mouth placed wet delicious kisses all over his foot, paying particular interest to his instep on his right foot. My tongue made tiny circles over his anklebone too. I felt him squirm in the chair. Kissing and nibbling my way up, the blond hairs on his legs were soft against my cheek. I stopped on the inside of his calf muscle. I let my teeth graze gently against his skin. I sucked against his leg leaving a tiny reddish mark and moved upwards. 

When I reached the inside of his knee, I let my tongue brush roughly against him, feeling his whole body shiver in response. Ensuring my tongue was dripping wet; I licked the inside of his knee. He was beginning to tremble. 

My desire for him increased as my mouth moved upwards. I kissed him wetly on his inside thigh. I heard his sharp intake of breath as I stopped for a moment to enjoy his thigh muscle. 

Moving upwards I smelt his heightened arousal. I closed my eyes. Could I keep going? The hesitation was only momentary as with a trembling fully aroused body myself, I decided to go on. I listened to his consistent typing and I let my tongue make a wet trail upwards. 

His black satin boxers felt smooth against my tongue. My mouth moved up inside his right leg, the material gathering against my face. 

His sex smell was strong now. My face nuzzled against his erect cock leaving a wet sticky patch on my cheek. I turned my head a little. My tongue flicked out very lightly touching his throbbing veins. There was no thought of turning back now. I wanted him badly. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel him cum where I’d never let him cum before. 

With care, I pulled back the ample leg of his boxers using my fingertips. His hard cock was directly aimed at my waiting mouth. I let my long tongue circle his wet tip. Very slow, very deliberate circles. When he moaned, I let my tongue stroke his dripping slit. I move down his shaft, and licked him like I would lick an ice cream from base to tip. I took his balls into my mouth, massaged them with my tongue. I sucked on them gently. I felt them filling, hardening. When I thought he could bear no more, I took him into my mouth placing my lips around him. I licked him all over with my tongue, tasting his pre-cum. I moved off a little swallowing cautiously. It wasn’t too bad. His taste was bitter, but not unpalatable. 

I placed him a little deeper into my mouth this time suckling him lightly. Taking him as deep as I could, I sucked him hard and noisily. His encouragement was loud and vocal. I sucked him harder and faster not stopping or slowing, until finally he spurted hot cum into my mouth. It was too much to swallow in one mouthful; some dribbled down my chin and onto my blouse. I kept sucking him until eventually he softened in my mouth. With little noises emanating from my throat, I licked him clean. 

I moved out from under the desk and stood straightening my clothes. I walked behind him kissing his tanned neck gently. As I stood, I watched his strong fingers flying over the keyboard. I knew he wasn't as unaffected as he made me believe. The screen was covered in trash typing. Smiling to myself, I walked with pride from the darkening room. I’d done it. Achieved my goal. 

The kitchen in contrast was warm, light and inviting. I put the kettle on for a cup of coffee, but before it had boiled a pair of strong hairy arms held, turned and placed me gently on the bench top. I looked down deeply into a pair of soft brown eyes. Those long fingers that had tapped erratically non-stop on the keyboard were now busy rolling down my black stockings. Feather light kisses were placed on the top of my legs, over my kneecap and down the front of my legs as he followed the path my stockings went down. 

He held the high heel of one black shoe in his mouth with skill and dexterity, pulling it gently off with his teeth. The same action on the other foot had the shoe landing on the floor. The black lacy top stockings slipped quickly off and were thrown haphazardly away. His eagerness for loving made him hurry. 

Then my sensuous pleasure increased further as his very masculine experienced mouth moved over my foot, tongue slipping between my toes. He captured my big toe in his wet warm mouth and sucked slowly and steadily. Tingling ran up my leg. I wanted more. I whimpered begging him for more. Only time would tell if he would return the favour. 

His rough tongue tickled my soft skin as he licked the sole of my foot. I could feel my nipples hardening in response. Moaning aloud, I lay back on the bench trying to relax, trying to enjoy the pleasure he was intent on giving me. I closed my eyes letting my own sensory system tell me where his mouth was. He moved up the inside of my leg so slowly that I was aching excruciatingly by the time his hot mouth reached my thigh. He nuzzled his cheek against the firm muscle. Then he bit me hard. As I cried out in pain he licked and kissed the bruised flesh until I begged him to carry on. 

I smelt my own arousal, my face flushing with embarrassment at the realisation of whose scent it was. It only seemed to spur him on as his wet kisses moved ever upwards. His mouth touched the material of my black skirt; he skimmed lightly over it, up to my breast. He sucked on my hard nipples through the blouse soaking both that and my lace bra. His hand opened the buttons on the blouse, fingertips unclasping the front opening of my bra. 

I gasped as his mouth closed over the skin of my breast. He suckled deeply taking my breast deep, the nipple scraping against the roof of his mouth. My hips arched off the bench top. He lifted my skirt so it gathered around my waist. I couldn't believe what I saw he intended to do in his eyes. 

His head moved down and he nuzzled against my pussy. His tongue slipped between my pussy lips. He encouraged my legs to spread wide for him. I felt as hot as the kettle, my head swinging from side to side uncontrollably. 

He teased me with his tongue, sliding it very slowly up the sides of my pussy. Long licks from the base up one side at a time. His whispered 'Mmmmm' drove me crazy. His tongue searched for my clitty. She grew with his soft persistent stroking. He suckled her then swooped down and slipped his tongue inside me. 

Unable to help myself I pushed my hips against his onslaught. My juices dripped from my body. He took his tongue out and lapped at me, sucking up the initial flow. His tongue moved lower. He licked provocatively around my arsehole. The nerves tingled as he slipped his tongue a little way inside. 

Noisy panting brought him upwards again; he licked, stroked and suckled my pussy. His nose pressing gently against my clitty, his tongue fucking my pussy felt so good. I screamed as I came hard against his face. His tongue thrust in again and again until my body shuddered no more and I lay still. 

In one hour I had gone from uncertainty to surety. We would assuredly be giving each other oral sex again very soon.

Reader, I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feel free to send feedback and vote.



Tonight's the Night



"No, T., tonight's the night. No, you don't have to worry about it, really! Ok, ok. Love ya...uh-huh, Bye!"

That's me on the phone. And tonight is really the night. The night I'm going to go all the way with Brendan, my long-term boyfriend.

T, short for Tanya, my best friend and spit-sister (since 3rd grade), has been pressuring me to take things to the next level with Brendan. And don't think I'm just doing it because of the pressure! Nah, I've thought this one through. Honest!

Brendan and I have been together for eight and a half months now and it really is time. It's just that he's so relaxed and so serious and never pressures me, not like my former lovers would. And, oh yeah, did I mention I'd been burned before?

But enough about that. Tonight's the night! I have it all planned out (a surprise for Brendan, of course): a quick Italian dinner, followed by some lovely dessert paired with local wine, and I'll whisk us back to his plush digs to do the deed.

But enough of the abstract. Let me tell you a little about myself. My name's Andrea and I'm 24. I work in Santa Cruz, California as a medium-level researcher at the local UC. 

I'm by no means a classical beauty and certainly not some buxom blond. I am, however, a rather statuesque dark-haired, full-bodied young woman. Voluptuous comes to mind. I'm the kind of girl who really fills out a dress, for better or for worse. Thank God for the free gym pass and the large hills that came as bonuses for my position, they keep my butt toned and allow me to actually use the word 'statuesque' to describe myself.

Gosh, there's Brendan's car in the driveway below my apartment! And I'm way behind schedule.

"I'll be right out. Just need to grab my purse." I call down to Brendan to let him know what's going on. It's a bit of an understatement and I hurry and slip a black sheath dress over a pair of the raunchiest panties I've ever owned. A dark green silk push-up bra and a matching dark green thong with lace trim. They'd better impress, cost me $46.50 at the local lingerie boutique. True lust, I've found, doesn't come cheap.

Grabbing my purse, glancing in the mirror and it's time to go. I lock the door and run to Brendan's sleek, eco-friendly mobile and jump in. T-minus 3 hours and counting!  

"You seem a little on edge tonight. Anything I should know about or is the usual UC bureaucracy getting you down?" Brendan leaned over and stroked my arm, looking concerned.

Damn. Too perceptive by half. I was a little bit nervous. "Nothings up, just something that T told me. Listen, Brendan, why don't we just skip dessert and head over to your place. I'd really like some us time." I wagged my eyebrows naughtily as I said the last part. No risk in letting him know I was interested. It wouldn't ruin my surprise, as we'd certainly gotten hot and heavy before tonight. 

Brendan smiled. "I'd like that. In fact, I was just contemplating some us time." Clasping my hand, he ran it over a rather prominent bulge near the zipper of his perfectly tailored slacks. "I'm ready when you are." He leaned down and kissed me – with tongue! 

My eyes glazed over and I hardly remembered Brendan taking my arm and leading me back to the car. Looking back on it, I really can't believe Brendan was as oblivious to my plans as he let on. I must have positively exuded lust. 

When we reached his house I at least had the presence of mind to call a time out and rush to the bathroom, where I reapplied makeup, flossed and brushed, and adjusted my lingerie.

Emerging from the bathroom I saw that Brendan had gauged my mood correctly. He was pouring a bottle of rather expensive wine into two large wine glasses. "Ok, Andrea, take this and then remove your dress, Doctor's orders." Smiling darkly he held out the blood-red concoction.

I rolled my eyes, "Gee, you definitely know the way to a girl's heart. How suave does it get?"

He grinned and replied, "Bond. James Bond."

After I had taken the glass, Brendan shrugged out of his sports jacket. Mmmmm, I thought as I sipped the wine. Brendan was well-muscled and trim. His dark hair and hazel eyes emphasized one of the most handsome faces I'd ever seen. Still, it was really his self-assured and intelligent manner that had drawn me to him in the first place. But, at the risk of sounding shallow, the whole package was quite a bonus. It just screamed powerful.

In record time I finished the wine (which, thank the lord, had cooled my nerves and filled me with sexual confidence). Slipping sexily out of the dress was a challenge but I handled it quite well, turning so my back faced Brendan and carefully undoing the side zipper to let the dress pool about my feet. The feel of the sheath dress slipping down my body and the cool air caressing my skin made me shiver with anticipation.

The view I presented Brendan with, I must say, was quite stunning. Long legs, a trim waist and a round derriere clothed only in strips of green silk greeted his eyes.

Turning, I let my full breasts thrust forward enticingly, my pink nipples peaking over the top of the bra. Feeling giddy, I approached Brendan, swinging my hips in that age old way women do, and finally going down onto my knees in front of him. By this time Brendan was sprawled out on the couch, arms akimbo, near to panting as my body teased his eyes.

Eyeing his grey slacks, I reached for the zipper and began to draw it down. Thankfully, he'd already removed his belt so I didn't have to fumble around and ruin the mood. 

As my small hand worked the zipper, Brendan looked at me and asked, "Are you sure about this?" I nodded, only slightly timid. We hadn't done this before and, in fact, this would be my first time doing anything like it, as I'd never felt like bestowing this particular gift on my previous boyfriends.

The zipper was completely undone and I reached in, unbuttoning his boxers as I went, and pulling out his fully erect penis. I hadn't thought it was possible but it grew even larger before my eyes, pulsing with warmth and life. I shuddered nervously (I may not be the Virgin Mary but I'd never dealt with anything like that before).

Caressing the sensitive head with my cupped hand, I stoked his passion until a drop of wetness appeared on the head. Delicately using my fingers, I coated the head with his semen and continued my torture.

"Andrea," Brendan groaned. He reached to cup the back of my head and move it toward his throbbing penis. Willingly I went, opening my mouth to take him inside me.

My lips met the silken skin of his manhood and slowly enveloped the tip. I could taste his saltiness and feel his pulsating warmth. Just this small part of him filled my mouth almost to bursting and working my lips around him rhythmically was a challenge. 

A challenge I soon found I delighted in. Getting into the swing of things, I used my tongue to tease the sensitive tip and lick the underside of his manhood. By this time Brendan was groaning and harshly begging me to take more of him. I taunted him with my tongue, exacting punishment for the unrelieved state of lust he had me in.

Just when I thought he would plunge himself into my mouth with or without my consent, I released him from the agony and took him as deep into my mouth as I could. Groaning, Brendan flexed and I struggled to meet him thrust for thrust, feeling him slide deeper and deeper each time. Every thrust had me opening my mouth wider while each time he withdrew I rushed to lick the sensitive head and suck gently on his length.

After an interminable amount of time, probably only minutes, Brendan withdrew and grasped my shoulders, levering my body gently onto the couch. 

"That was wonderful but I've got other plans for us this evening." Carefully reaching around my waist, he lifted me effortlessly and started towards the bedroom. 

As he strode purposefully down the hallway, I felt my anticipation return; this promised to be a night I'd never forget. 



Tonight's the Night



I had been wanting to do this for quite some time, but hadn't had the guts to. I had imagined it and dreamed about it, but hadn't been up to putting it into motion. I had decided this would be the night. I wanted to feel and explore my reactions and his. ...

When he arrived at the door to meet up, I opened it for him to come in, then pushed him against the door and kissed him. I felt his hard body pressed against me, as his hands wondered my body, and mine wondered his. He grabbed my butt and held me close while he nibbled my earlobe. I rubbed my hands down his torso and gripped his butt. I was already wet with lust and need. He slid his hand down the inside of my pants and felt my wetness. He rubbed me while we kissed. He removed his hand and slid it up my top. He fondled my breasts while I pressed into him, gripped his butt, and sucked on his neck. He went to remove my shirt, but I said not yet and pulled away.

I led him to my bedroom. I brought him to the bed and pushed him on top of it. I straddled him and kissed him. As we kissed I reached down and stoked him through his pants. He kissed me back and moved his hands up my legs and went to slide them under my shirt. I moved his hands behind him. For now I wanted to be the one to explore and I wanted him to just feel and enjoy. I told him to keep his hands there.

After kissing him and rubbing him a bit, I leaned back and looked down at him. :) I really wanted him, which made me a rather uncomfortable. I rubbed my hands over his chest and crotch, as I watched his eyes and facial expressions. I then rubbed my hands over me, while continuing to watch his reactions. I slowly unbuttoned first the top button, then the next working my way down to the end. I reached down and rubbed my hand lightly against his crotch. Then I slid my hands back up him and sliding his shirt up and kissing the newly revealed skin as I went. I pulled his shirt over his head, and kissed him deeply while pressed against his chest.

I then unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. While watching his expressions, I slid his pants down and off. I wanted to see him and his reactions. I kissed the tip of his member, then licked it and took it in my mouth. I sucked on him a bit, then I got back up and stepped a little away from him.

I rubbed my hands over the exposed skin on my torso, and slid my shirt off. I lowered one bra strap and fondled myself under the cup. I slid my other hand down my chest, over and under my mini skirt. I put my foot on the bed beside him, so he could have a good view and then I flipped up the skirt showing him a peek at the wet red boyshorts that lay beneath it. I slid my hand under my panties and rubbed my hand over my pussy, enjoying the feeling, and his eyes on me while I played with myself, while he couldn't do anything. I pulled my my hand away and licked my juices off my digits, while rubbing my other hand over my belly. I slid my hand down my throat, down my chest, and torso, and back under my skirt. I slid my panties down my thighs, over my thigh high black fishnet stockings, down my legs, past my knees, past my ankles, and off. I tossed them onto his chest. He smiled and continued to watch me. He said he wanted me, and for me to go to him, and although I wanted him, I wasn't ready yet.

I turned away from him, smiled over my shoulder, then bend down facing away from him. I looked at him between my legs, then rubbed my hands up my legs as I stood back up. I rubbed my thighs under the skirt, unzipped and removed the skirt, then rubbed my hands other them again. I rubbed my hands over my breasts again, folded one cup down, revealing the breast it covered, then back up again. I did it with the other breast too, then took my bra off.

Sense we were unable to take it any more, I grabbed a condom, and walked back over to him. I got down between his legs, and took him in my mouth. I sucked on him, enjoying the feel and taste of him. As I did this I rubbed my hand over his thighs and chest. I wanted him, and at times that might be enough, but tonight I want him in me. I unwrap the condom and slide it on him, then I slide up him, and he enters me. Such a great feeling. ... ... ... ... ... ..



Tonight's the Night



I tried to save my marriage, I honestly did. I grew up in rural Ohio in a family where martial values were just as important as going to church every Sunday. Words like divorce, separation, and affair didn't exist in our family vocabulary. My parents have been together for over fifty years and my grandparents had been together for over seventy. So when I made my vows, I naturally thought it would be forever. 

I met Daniel in college during a beach party where I had a little too much to drink and threw up all over his feet while we were standing around the campfire. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't a big drinker by any stretch and it was actually my lack of drinking experience which led me to throw up in the first place. But everything happens for a reason right? I looked up at him and slurred an apology and although I was expecting a look of disgust followed by some expletives, he surprised me with a smile and laughter. Nineteen years and two kids later, thinking of that moment always makes me smile. Now it makes me cry. I tried to justify the break up the only way I knew how. I blamed myself. Was I not attractive anymore? Was I too boring? Did I not please him in bed? Was I not supportive? Was I neglecting him? I had too many questions and not enough answers. 

It was a Sunday when my life as I knew it would change forever. I remember we were arguing about taking a vacation, something we haven't done in many years. He promised that when the kids were older we would travel and see the world together. I was still up for the adventure, but it was something he says he has no interest in doing anymore. We were in the middle of our debate when he burst out "This marriage isn't working anymore!" Those were the infamous words he said to me the day he decided it was over. It's been four months since we separated and those words still twist the dagger in my heart. I tried to make things better, I really tried. I suggested we do things together like we did before the kids; we could have a date night, go away for the weekend or find a hobby we could do together, but nothing seemed to appease him. And in a final act of sheer desperation I begged "Please, stay for the kids, they need their father!" But he shrugged it off and walked out the door. 

Don't get me wrong, he's a great father, a fantastic father and I know he will always be there for them. Just not for me. So for the past month I've been seeing a therapist in the hopes of helping me put things in perspective (really to vent to be completely honest). She's been fantastic! She said his type of behavior is quite common and that in most cases the husband returns. 

"He needs time to refocus, to reenergize, to take a little vacation away from domestic life," She said. "Men are simple. They tend to react rather than appraise a situation. Think about it Karen, he never gave you any cause for concern, never once mentioned anything about separating and then suddenly says 'This marriage isn't working anymore.' It sounds a little too impulsive to be real," she explained. 

I nodded in surrender and let her continue. 

"Listen Karen, I can't promise that he will come back, but most of the time they do. In the meantime, take this time to refocus and reenergize yourself. We all need it," she suggested.

I continued to see her twice a week for the last two months. She gave me advice on how to talk to my kids, staying positive and even more death defying, how to approach the subject with my parents. But the best advice she'd given me was when she said "Karen, you have to think of ways to make yourself feel better. A little self improvement will bring back your self esteem and your confidence." 

During the next few weeks I developed a routine of going to the gym and eating healthier. I was slowly feeling good about myself again. I would spend two hours at the gym every day after work. I try to mix up my routine between cardio, weights, elliptical, yoga and aerobics. I felt like I was thirty again; full of energy, full of life. The workouts made me feel good physically, and the hungry looks from the men made me feel good mentally. I never had a problem with weight. In fact, since I've been working out, I don't even think I lost a pound. But I have become more toned and I have a lot more energy. I'm not glamorous nor will I ever be on the cover of any magazines. I'm what they call a small package. I'm 5'4, long auburn hair just past the shoulders, hazel eyes and a newly formed relatively fit body. Most men would considered me more cute than pretty, but I have been called both. My secret is quite simple, I let the gym take care of my body and a little hair colour and make up does the rest! And at 43, I can still manage to raise a few eyebrows. 

It didn't take long for my kids and my co-workers to notice a difference in me. Who can blame them really? It was only a couple of months ago when I was walking around the office like a heart broken wreck. Thankfully, my kids were more understanding and simply called me "Zombie Mommy." But all of that changed in time and I was able to use what I learned in therapy to portray myself as a more confident shell of a person. Yes, only a shell, because deep inside I was still scared, insecure and vulnerable. 

Two weeks ago my boss sent me to the annual sales seminar in Chicago. I didn't want to go, but I didn't have a choice. I had a routine now and I loved it. Besides, the last thing I want is to be at some boring sales seminar surround by a bunch of sheep handing out business cards with a greasy handshake. But like I said, I didn't have a choice. Every year, five hundred mid size businesses were invited to send one representative and this year was my turn. Oh, Lucky me! It was a three day event and each day was filled with numerous sales training classes that you can choose to attend. There was one for 'How to Market Yourself,' 'Effective Communication,' 'Keeping Motivated,' and one that was simply 'Selling Yourself.' 

I attended this seminar five years ago. The classes were lame, boring and very basic. Not that it mattered because these classes were just a front for what this seminar is really all about... schmoozing. It won't say it in the brochure, but that's exactly what it's really all about; meeting reps of other firms in the hopes to sell your product to them or to trade customer lists. It's no wonder why every firm sends their representative with a plane ticket, an itinerary and five hundred business cards. Typical sales logic, every opportunity is a sales opportunity. 

Usually when I go away for business I always had the comfort of knowing that I could call Daniel throughout the day. It was reassuring to know that someone was waiting for my call, that I wasn't completely alone, that perhaps, I was even missed. Even my kids are old enough now that they have their own lives and can take care of themselves. Kimberly just turned 18 and Ryan is 16. A call from me would seem like I was just checking up on them. I doubt that they would even answer. In fact, they always told me to text. A true indication that they don't need to hear my voice. This trip was going to be harder than I thought. 

I arrived at the hotel at 9pm, took a quick shower and plopped myself on the bed and turned on the TV. I was more restless than tired, but more than that, I was hungry. I looked at the clock and it was just after 10pm. I remembered there was a tiny family restaurant in the lobby and wondered if they would still be open. Only one way to find out! I threw on some jeans and a sweater and headed for the restaurant. When I got there, all the chairs were up on the tables and the employees were definitely in clean up mode. I turned to leave when I heard a waitress call out to me.

"Hi, Can I help you?" she asked.

"Oh, sorry. I was just coming to get a bite to eat, but I can see that you're closing...." 

"The dining room is closed, but the bar is still open. If you like, you can sit there and have something to eat from our late night menu?"

"Sure, that would be great!" 

"Ok, follow me," she said, as she grabbed a menu.

I couldn't help notice how young and pretty the waitress was. I figured she must be in her early twenties. Her body was still tight and firm and her black yoga pants accentuated her curves. She probably works nights and goes to school during the day. I'm sure her body hasn't even seen a gym. Oh, how I wish I could be that young again! She pointed to a seat at the bar and I literally had to hop on. The waitress gave me a smile like I just performed a circus act. What a pretty smile she had. This girl was just too cute! She handed me the menu and told me that Dennis (the bartender) will take my order. And with that, she smiled a good-bye and walked away. I couldn't help but admire her body one last time. To say I was envious would be an understatement.

I sat at the bar taking in my surroundings. The bar wasn't long by any stretch and judging by the amount of stools, it could seat only four at a time. Cozy. Being a family restaurant, they probably didn't get many bar flies. Sports memorabilia decorated the walls. Framed photos and signed jerseys were hung up instead of those tacky neon beer signs. I focused back on the menu hoping that something would spark a craving. Dennis finally revealed himself, he was in his sixties, more salt than pepper hair and he wore one of those old fashion white aprons. He had this sweet grandfather look about him and you knew, if given the chance, he would talk your ear off. He probably didn't get many customers and was anxious to get his apron dirty. I ordered a glass of red wine with a Chicken Caesar Salad and he responded with a cordial, "As you wish." Ten minutes later I was stuffing my face. Dennis kept me company while I ate, talking about his kids, his grandkids and how he met his wife. Family life was somewhat of a sore spot for me at the moment, but I didn't let that interfere with his enthusiasm for sharing stories. He was very sweet, charming and his voice was very comforting, the kind that you only get with age. 

I sat sipping my wine trying to remember the last time I had actually had a drink when I heard Dennis a few steps away. 

"What can I get for you, boss?" 

I briefly looked up to see Dennis serve another man at the end of the bar and then I diverted my eyes back to the menu. 

"You must be here for the seminar?" Boss said. 

I rolled my eyes while still looking down at the menu. The last thing I wanted was to talk to some annoying salesman. I'll have my fair share of them tomorrow. So until then, this guy could just fuck right off. I learned early on never to make eye contact with weirdos unless you wanted them to harass you for the rest of the night.

"Yes. I am," I said to the menu.

"You sound about as excited as I am?"

"You have no idea," I continued to look at the menu.

He gave a little laugh. "I should have called in sick."

Confused, I asked, "What do you mean?" 

"At work, the day my company was deciding who to send here." 

I laughed, and that was when I first looked at him. Whoa! He was good looking, not the typical sloth you usually find at these seminars. He had a light oatmeal complexion, clean shaven, short wavy brown hair, hazel eyes with full red lips. He looked my age, but he had this boyish grin that made him look years younger. I soon found myself getting lost in his facial features and immediately turned back to my menu. My face felt flush. Was I starting to blush? Thankfully, Dennis came back and placed a drink in front of him and was taking his food order. I tried to restrain my eyes, but couldn't. I wanted to see more and while he was occupied with Dennis, it gave my eyes the perfect distraction. He was wearing a dark blue dress shirt with grey slacks and he had a matching blazer that he draped over the back of the chair. As I stared at his black dress shoes I figured that he must be pretty tall since his feet were comfortably flat on the floor while mine were dangling at least a foot of the ground. As my eyes travelled from his shoes back to his eyes, I found them both staring at me. Busted! I can't believe I was just caught checking him out! They continued to stare at me. 

"What?" I asked.

"I asked if you wanted another glass of wine?" Dennis replied.

"Oh sorry, um sure, yeah, that would be great. Thank you," I said, doing a poor job of hiding my embarrassment.

I turned back to the menu and promised to never look up again.

"I'm Terence, by the way," he said and extended his hand.

"Hi, I'm Karen," I shook his hand, still avoiding direct eye contact.

Dennis placed my drink in front of me and excused himself to the back room. "Just holler if you need anything!" he said and gave me a wink before he left.

At first I was terrified of being alone with him. I wasn't any good at making conversation with strangers and I didn't know what to say or how to act in these situations. It's funny, being in sales I'm accustomed to meeting new people and pitching a product, but this was different. I was pitching myself and didn't know where to begin. I suppose that's normal considering I haven't had much practice in the last twenty years. But Terence made it easy. He took control of the conversation and put me at ease. He kept the conversation light and fun, nothing too serious and nothing too personal. We mostly made fun of our jobs, co workers, the cheesy seminar courses, and pretty much anything that came to mind. 

All through our conversation I subconsciously kept looking for the pretty waitress that led me to the bar. Had she left yet? I kept looking around until I was satisfied and relived that she must have left for the night. Why would it bother me if she was still here? By our fourth drink, I was completely relaxed enough to just be myself. Ok, maybe I was more tipsy than relaxed, but either way we were having fun. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying myself. My face was literally hurting from smiling so much. I honestly, don't remember the last time I laughed so much and smiled so often. Geez, had it really been that long? 

"Sorry guys, I hate to interrupt, but its closing time," Dennis said.

"Already?" I replied. "What time do you close?" 

"One am Monday to Fridays," he replied.

"Oh my God! It's one am?" I exclaimed.

"Actually, it's closer to three. Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt your fun," Dennis smiled.

I couldn't believe what time it was. I had to be up in five hours and I was still buzzing from the wine. It was definitely time for me to go. Dennis made himself scarce giving us time to pay our tab and say our goodbyes. I paid with cash leaving a healthy tip for Dennis while Terence was paying with a credit card and had to wait for Dennis to return. I had such a fun night and I didn't want it to end uncomfortably so I decided that I should leave now. I hopped off my stool and stumbled as I landed. Terence caught my arm and held on to it until I regained my balance. 

"When standing is an obstacle, you know you had too much to drink," I said, trying to hide my embarrassment with bad humor.

"This is true. Hopefully, you don't get pulled over from here to the elevator," he replied.

"So, how come I'm so drunk and you're so sober? We had the same amount to drink." I asked as I counted the number of empty glasses between us.

"Probably because you were having wine, and I was having ice water."

"What! You mean all this time you were drinking ice water? So, I was essentially drinking by myself?" 

"Sure looks that way, but if it makes you feel better, I still had fun. I'm just not much of a drinker," he explained.

I felt like a fool.

"I feel like a fool!" I said, turning red.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. You're a friendly drunk!" he laughed.

I joined in his laughter, but it was more out of embarrassment than anything else. We exchanged goodnights and wished each other luck keeping awake during the seminar tomorrow. "It'll be easier for you waterboy!" I said, before leaving and heading back to my room. 

I recapped the night in the shower and touched my arm, still feeling the warmth of his grip as he held on. It's been a long time since I was touched and even his simple grip felt reassuring and comforting. Sad, I know and just when I thought I couldn't feel anymore pathetic I remembered the waitress. What was with me and the waitress? Why did I feel so relieved that she wasn't around? Was I that insecure that I felt a young pretty girl could hurt my chances with Terence? Damn right I did! I'm not proud of how I felt, it's just that she was too damn pretty and I was too damn insecure. And as selfish as this sounds, I wanted Terence to have eyes only for me. 

The next morning I woke up groggy and incredibly thirsty. The effects of the wine the night before had taken a slight toll, but nothing that would keep me away from Terence, I mean, the seminar. I made it to the banquet room of the hotel, grabbed a muffin and made my way through the crowd with my eyes stealthily looking for Terence. I tried my best not to make eye contact with any other salesperson or I'd risk having them approach me and solicit whatever they were selling. It wasn't easy. Everyone seemed to be looking at everyone else so it was hard to look anywhere without meeting the eyes of another sales rep. The risk suddenly being too great, I choose to stare at a painting on the wall and patiently waited for the classes to start. 

My first class of the day was called "Selling Yourself." I sat in the back of the room with pen and paper in hand ready to take notes that I knew I would throw away immediately after it was over. The room was filled with about a hundred people, sitting in folding chairs and exchanging business cards with anyone in a cheap suit. I gave the room one final search in the hopes that I would see Terence, but he wasn't here. Which really isn't surprising; there were five other classes going on at the same time in other rooms. He could have been in any one of them. I cursed myself for not asking him which class he would be going to first. I made myself comfortable, and prepared myself for a very long and boring two hour class. It's a good thing I sat near the door; it makes for an easy escape! I put my head down and began to doodle in my notebook when I heard the instructor speak.

"Good morning everyone! Welcome to 'Selling Yourself." My name is Terence Sanderson and I will be your instructor........"

I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes. There he was, on stage giving the lecture! He scanned the room while continuing his speech and hesitated slightly when he met my eyes. I shook my head in disbelief and smiled at him. He returned the smile and continued on. I wish I could say that I learned a lot from his course, but truth be told, I wasn't listening. I was simply admiring his movements on stage. He would move from one end of the stage to the other with all eyes following him. He would talk with his hands as much as he did with his mouth, making corny jokes throughout his presentation. The crowd loved him and everyone stayed in their seats through his entire presentation. 

I was instantly drawn to him; his movements, his mannerisms, his ability to keep the attention of the class. He looked even better today than he did last night, if that was even possible. He wore a charcoal grey suit with a burgundy shirt underneath with the top two buttons open. He looked relaxed and professional even without a tie. There was one point during his presentation when he took off his blazer showing a bit more definition in his arms and chest and I wished I had sat closer. During the lecture our eyes met numerous times and I smiled at him every time. One time when he looked at me I simply stuck my tongue out at him and he let out a little chuckle mid sentence. I liked him. I really liked him. I think he felt the same way, or at least I hoped he did. 




Tonight's the Night



Maybe this is just what I needed. I remembered what my therapist had said 'Karen, you have to do things that make you feel better.' I honestly can't think of a better way to make me feel better than to be with Terence. Besides, I'm sure Daniel has been with other people and isn't just sitting around moping all day. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I have an opportunity to be with a great guy who I have an attraction to and feel comfortable with. That in of itself is rare! Should I be so blind as to ignore it? Or should I jump at the chance and make myself feel incredibly good? The answer was obvious. I waited long enough and I was going to put my needs first from now on. 

Before I knew it, the class was over and everyone gave him a round of applause. He looked at me one last time and I mouthed the words "Good job waterboy!" while I continued to applaud. He smiled and gave me an appreciative nod. I went to a few other classes that afternoon, but it wasn't nearly as entertaining as his. In fact, they were so boring that I ducked out mid way through each of them and grabbed a bite to eat instead. After all the classes were done for the day I waited for Terence outside his classroom door. I waited and waited and still there was no sign of him. When I went into the classroom it was completely empty. I must have missed him. Damn! I didn't know what room he was in, not that it mattered. I wouldn't want to creep him out by just showing up at his door, so I figured I would go back to the bar later tonight in the hopes of catching him there. 

I went up to my room, took a shower, texted my kids and checked my email. I didn't even notice the hotel room phone flashing, letting me know I had a message waiting. I checked the message and was excited to hear Terence's voice "Water and Wine tonight at eight? Hope to see you there!" It was already 7:30 by the time I got the message so I quickly threw on a dress, put on some makeup and headed out the door all the while thinking 'Tonight's the night!' I couldn't wait! 

When I got to the bar, it was actually packed. There were no seats available. Stupid Conference! I searched the room and found Terence at a table in the dining room. He saw me and waved, motioning me to join him. We gave each other a soft embrace and sat down. The pretty young waitress from the night before came and took our order. Just my luck! She didn't recognize me and quickly took our order. Terence didn't pay any attention to her and was completely focused on me. I watched his eyes carefully and he didn't even look at her while she was walking away. I somehow felt relieved. He clearly wasn't like most guys. Even Daniel, would have snuck a peak. Hell, so would I! We ordered a bottle of wine and some finger foods to share between us. 

"You know, you could have told me that you were one of the instructors?" I said.

"Now what fun would that be?" He smirked.

"Oh, that's right, I forgot, you live to embarrass me, right?"

"You do that all yourself. I just appreciate it."

We both laughed and he refilled our glasses. When the food came we ate from each other's dish like we were a couple. We talked about the seminar and I told him how much everyone enjoyed his presentation.

"Really?" he said. "What was your favorite part?" 

"When you took off your blazer," I winked.

"Oh, so I was just eye candy?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes"

I could see he was blushing and he shook his head in mock disgust. We continued eating and teased each other throughout the meal. He was wonderfully funny and the more I laughed the more comfortable I felt around him. I couldn't believe I was here flirting with a guy. When was the last time I did that? It felt good. My feelings were being reciprocated and I knew there was something between us. 'Tonight's the night.' my mind kept reiterating. We finished our meal and we were on our last glass of wine.

"Have you ever been to Chicago before?" he asked.

"No, this is my first time. Actually, my plan was to skip the seminars and take in the sights," I replied.

"And what happened?"

"I met some guy at a bar."

"Lucky guy!" he said.

"Not yet," I teased.

He laughed. "You know, I only have to do one more presentation in the morning, if you are willing to skip class maybe we can go see some of the sights together?"

"I would love that," I said.

It was about ten pm when the waitress came by and gave us the check in one of those leather booklets. He paid for it in cash and we finished our wine.

"Thanks for dinner, but you didn't have to pay," I said.

"No worries, my pleasure. You know, the night's still young, do you feel like exploring the city a little?" he asked.

"Actually, I'm kind of tired. It's been a long day." I said "Perhaps, we should just call it a night and head upstairs?" I stressed the word 'we'

"Sounds like a good plan," he smiled.

He held my hand as we went up the elevator. We were quiet with excitement, neither of us saying a word. 'Tonight's the night,' my mind began to race.

We had huge smiles on our faces and we were both terribly excited. I could feel everything below my waist tremble with anticipation. Tonight was definitely going to be the night! I was so aroused that it took all of my strength not to jump all over him in the elevator. We approached his room door and walked inside and as soon as he locked the door, I pulled him close and kissed him on the mouth. He held my waist and I wrapped my hands around his neck. I parted my lips as his mouth approached mine and felt the heat across my body when our lips met. He was so much taller than me and I had to tilt my head all the way back as we kissed deeper. His hands moved down my side and cupped my ass as he began to kiss along my neck. I held on to his chest letting his frame over take mine. I felt his erection against my stomach and his hands begin to pull up my dress.

At this point I thought about Daniel, about the kids, about failing as a wife. I thought about what I was doing now and how it could jeopardizes everything I worked for. I felt ashamed. I felt scared. Suddenly all my insecurities seemed to rush in my head. What if I'm not good enough in bed? What if he doesn't like having sex with me? Do I even know what I'm doing? What if I can't please him? It's amazing how your mind can ruin a perfectly good tryst. I felt his hands squeeze my bare ass and I pushed him away.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this," I said.

"Why? What's the matter?" he said, surprised by my sudden change of mind.

"Nothing, it's just too soon."

"Ok. That's fine. I understand."

"I'm not ready for this," I rambled on

"Ok."

"I thought I was ready, but I'm not," I continued to ramble.

"It's ok," he reassured me.

"It's just too much for me right now,"

"It's ok Karen, I understand," he repeated.

I needed to leave and needed to leave fast! I've embarrassed myself once again and I look like a fool! I'm such an idiot! I began to frantically look for my purse and I couldn't breathe. Panic was setting in and I felt the tears rush to my eyes.

"Where's my purse?" I looked around, avoiding his glare.

"It's right here," he grabbed my purse, which was right behind me and handed it to me.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I said once again.

"It's ok. Honest. I understand."

"I can't explain. It's just that...."

"It's ok Karen, you don't need to explain. I understand. Honestly, I do," he said reassuringly.

I opened the door and just as I was about to sprint to the elevator he grabbed my hand.

"Are we still on for seeing the sights tomorrow?" he asked.

"What? Haven't you heard what I said? I'm not ready..."

"I'm not talking about this," he said pointing in the room. "I'm talking about actually going out to see the sights. Nothing more," he clarified.

"Um... sure, ok. That'll be fine," I said, not because I wanted to, but because I would have said just about anything to get away.

"Then I'll meet you in the lobby at noon?" 

"Ok, I'll see you then," I said and ran to the elevator.

"Have a goodnight Karen," he said waving to me at the door.

"Yup," I said and let the elevator swallow me whole.

When I got to my room I immediately fell on the bed and cried. I cursed myself for being such an idiot, for being such a basket case, but most of all, I cursed Daniel for putting me through this. Why did you do this to me Daniel? Why? Look what you've done to me! I didn't want this in my life. I wanted everything to be back to the way it was. I felt as if I was having a semi- meltdown. I didn't have the energy to fight it, so I thought I'd just let it run its course. 

Eventually, I cried myself to sleep and woke up still in my dress I wore last night. I felt better and calmer. I knew it wasn't going to be easy and I believed it now more than ever. It wasn't that I didn't want Terence, I really did. I just wasn't ready. It's just that I wanted it so badly that I didn't think about if I could handle it. I tried forcing the issue and paid a heavy price. I can't blame Terence. He was very understanding. He never asked questions, never tried to pressure me, he was a complete gentleman and acted as if he truly understood. I never told him anything about my life other than where I work and what I do, but he seemed as if he knew exactly what I was going through and gave me all the space I needed. 

I wonder how he felt about me now? Probably thinks I'm so fucked up that I should be on meds! Sadly, he's probably right. I'm sure I scared him away and he probably wants nothing to do with me. I can't say I blame him, but he did ask me to go see the sights today, why? Was it just a lame attempt to make me believe that he was really ok with everything? Or was it just so he wouldn't blame himself if I jumped off the balcony? I really didn't want to see him again. I couldn't face him after that psychotic episode, but the truth is I really liked being with him. If you could put aside my little 'freak out' the other night, we actually got along great and had lots of fun together. Should I throw away a possible great friendship just because of a little 'freak out'? I guess I would have to leave that up to him. I planned on meeting him. If anything, just to apologize once more for my behavior.

I didn't go to any of the seminars that morning. I couldn't be bothered. I had a lot on my mind and just stayed in my room until it was time to meet Terence. I hope he will be there. I put on a pair of jeans and a light sweater preparing myself for a chilly day of sightseeing. I went to the lobby at noon and he wasn't there. Can't say I was totally surprised. I decided to take a seat and give him a few more minutes to arrive. Fifteen minutes later, he arrived. He apologized for being late explaining that a few students had questions afterwards. 

"I'm glad you're here," he said. "I honestly didn't think you were going to show up."

"That made two of us," I smiled.

"Come on, let's go explore," he said and grabbed my hand and ushered me through the door.

We walked throughout the city absorbing the energy of its people and the mixture of old and new buildings. We visited Buckingham fountain, walked along the pier, through Millennium Park and had a great view of the city from the Skydeck in the Willis Tower. The whole time we talked about our personal lives; our kids, spouses and family life. I told him exactly what I was going through with my husband and he said he knows exactly how it feels having to start over again. He has two kids and has been divorced for a little over a year. He was the same way when he started dating again; very shy, very reserved and very scared. He hated it actually. He missed the comfort of being with his family and the security that it provided. But he said it got easier and you begin to appreciate yourself more than you have before and have a better understanding of what you had and what you want. At first, he missed everything, but looking back at it now, he realized the marriage wasn't all that it could have been. Now, he looks forward, never back. 

He knew exactly what I was going through and I appreciated him more for it. He was so easy to talk to and his company was utterly refreshing. I realized that this is what I was missing in my life, not sex, but companionship. Just two people talking about life surrounded by just enough distractions to keep the conversation light. I felt wonderful being with Terence, and without the possibility sex, I was really able to be myself and enjoy another person's company. When we finally got tired of walking around we hit a bar and danced the night away. By the end of the night we were exhausted and took a cab back to the hotel. We were still smiling and laughing all the way there and into the elevator. We pressed our respective floors and knew that the fun was coming to an end. There was a sad silence between us knowing that this was our last night and that we both had to go back to our separate lives. 

"Karen, listen, I just want to thank you for such a wonderful time....."

"You don't have to thank me. I feel better about myself having been with you. You gave me exactly what I needed at a time that I needed it the most. I'm forever grateful," I said.

"You're one of a kind Karen, don't let anyone tell you different."

The elevator doors opened and he gave me a kiss on the cheek before he stepped out and headed to his room. I held my hand up as if to say 'wait', but I put my hand back down thinking the better of it. As soon as the elevator doors closed, I felt the tears in my eyes build up as I fought the urge to cry. I did have his business card and I suppose would could keep in touch that way, but how long would that last? Perhaps, it was best it ends before it starts. When I got back to my room I undressed and jumped in the shower. My body was tired, but my mind was busy thinking about Terence. I tried to put him out of my mind, but I simply couldn't. I wrapped myself up in towels, sat on the bed and checked my email. Surprisingly, I had a message from Daniel.

Karen,

I'm so sorry for the way I behaved. I was wrong. When you get back give me a call, let's have dinner and try to put this behind us. I want to start over with you, make things right. The way it used to be. I love you and I miss you so much.

Daniel 

I waited a long time for a message like this, I even dreamt about it. In fact, just a few days ago I would have been happy and overjoyed that Daniel was coming back, but strangely, I wasn't. I mean, I love Daniel, but I was thinking of Terence. I placed my fingers above the keyboard for what seemed like hours, trying to think of what to say to him. Trying to think about what I really wanted from our marriage, what I really needed. I finally gave up and closed my laptop. I laid on the bed staring at the ceiling more confused than ever. I didn't know what to do, but I quickly thought of a person who went through something similar himself and who may have an answer. Only one way to find out! 

I dried myself off quickly and threw on the same dress I had on the other night and bolted out the door. I know it was a feeble excuse to see Terence, but it was still an excuse right? When I reached his door I looked around to make sure no one was watching. I don't know why I did that, I just did. I knocked softly on his door not wanting to disturb the neighbours, but no one answered. I knocked a little harder and waited, but still no response. I put my hand up again ready to beat the door down, but I stopped myself. I figured he was probably fast asleep by now, and I really shouldn't be here considering my motives weren't genuine. I turned to leave when the door opened. Terence was covering himself with the door with his head poking out.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Did I wake you?"

"No, not at all, I was just in the shower. Everything ok?"

"Yeah, everything is fine. I umm... just wanted to say goodnight."

"Oh. Ok.... would you like to come in?" he asked and he stuck out his hand.

I looked down both ends of the hallway to make sure no one was around. Once again, I don't know why I did that, I just did, and then placed my hand in his. He guided me through his door and locked it behind us. He was naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist and his body was still slightly wet from the shower. He sat on his bed, putting on a tee shirt waiting for me to talk. I glanced around the room thinking how similar it was to my own. He had a queen bed, with a flat screen TV directly in front of it with a desk and a chair off to the side. The closet was directly across from the bathroom and had a full length mirror attached to the door. Ok, I admit, I wasn't so much glancing around as I was stalling.

"Excuse the mess, I wasn't expecting visitors," he said.

"I'm sorry, did you want me to leave?" I asked.

"Of course not. You look like you have something to say. Something important, perhaps? What is it?"

What I wanted to tell him and what I wanted to do to him were two very contradictory things.

"Nothing important really. I umm.... really just wanted to say goodnight and that I was going to miss you." 

"I like your hair like that," he smiled at me.

"What's wrong with my hair?" I replied.

I turned around to face the mirror and started patting down my hair. In my rush to come down here I totally forgot to brush my hair. Terence came from behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. We looked at each other through the mirror. It felt so nice being in his arms.

"You look beautiful," he said.

I smiled a thank you and he softly kissed down the side of my neck. I held on to his arms firmly as my body quivered with delight. He continued to kiss down my neck and gently grazed his teeth along my shoulders. He moved his hands along my stomach and then across my breasts. I tilted my head back against his chest and took a deep breath, never taking my eyes off the mirror. He moved his hands on top of my shoulders and pulled both my straps off simultaneously causing my dress to fall to the floor. He put his arms around my waist again and held me tight while we looked at each other through the mirror. Normally, I would be embarrassed to be on display completely naked in front of anyone, but with him I felt totally at ease. 

He removed his shirt and pressed his bare chest flat against my back. The heat of his body gave me goose bumps along my arms. I looked great against his flesh. His tall frame and toned physique complimented all my curves. We really looked great together! He kissed down the side of my neck while his hands travelled across my stomach and up to my breasts. Just watching his hands massage my breasts through the mirror was exciting me beyond belief. We both looked at the mirror watching in admiration as his hands cupped my breasts and his fingers lightly pinched my nipples. I let out a soft moan as he turned me slightly, bent down and began sucking on one of my breasts. I put one of my hands around his neck while running my fingers through his hair with the other. 

I watched intently as his tongue flicked against my nipple and then taking it into his warm mouth. I bit my lip as I watched his hand move slowly down my body to the top of my thighs until it nestled firmly between my legs. I let out a soft gasp. He kept his hand there, unmoving and continued to kiss down the side of my body, along my waist, and down the side of my ass. He knelt down in front of me, turned me slightly and continued to kiss across my stomach. I watched as his hands moved slowly from the back of my calves up the back of my thighs until they rested perfectly against my ass. His hands were so big and strong that he had a firm grip on either cheek and I felt every movement of his fingers as he began to massage them. He proceeded to trace his tongue across my stomach and then he turned me completely around so my back was turned to him and kissed down my lower back to my ass. 




Tonight's the Night



I watched him in the mirror, as he repeatedly kissed down my ass cheeks with a gentle sucking motion. I watched his tongue travel from one cheek to the next giving my ass a beautiful shine. He put his lips on the small of my back and then glided his tongue down the crack of my ass. I never had anyone do this to me before and it was electrifying! I placed my hands on my thighs and bent my hips forward sticking my ass further out. He spread my cheeks and traced his tongue back up my crack until he rested his tongue on my button. He used the tip of his tongue to add moisture while he licked all around. When I felt his tongue penetrate my ass I thought I was going to cum immediately. I brought my hand around my back and held the back of his head while I pressed my ass against his tongue pushing it deeper inside of me. He removed his tongue and I wondered what other surprises he had in store. He was teaching me so much! 

He turned me back around kissing my stomach and continued to lick down between my legs. I placed my hands on the top of his head, stroking his hair while his tongue explored my very wet crevice. He lifted the back of one of my legs and gently placed it on top of his shoulder. He pulled me in tighter holding on to my ass as his tongue found its way to my entrance. I looked in the mirror and enjoyed the view. I had one leg on top of his shoulders, both of his hands massaging my ass, and his mouth was completely engorged between my legs. I was going to explode very soon! I put my hand between my legs and with two fingers spread my lips apart giving him greater access to my clit. I tilted my pelvis forward to give me a better view of his tongue doing laps across my clit. He would furiously lick it and then suck on it between his lips. 

"Don't stop, please don't stop!" I cried out. 

I felt my orgasm about to release itself and I pressed his head hard between my legs smothering his mouth against my clit. I came in a long hard succession, panting hard throughout my climax. I held his head there until my body totally drained itself on his tongue. My legs were weak and I was afraid that I was going to collapse, but Terence stood up and held me tight to his body holding me steady. He continued to suck on my neck while I caught my breath and my heart beat returned to a reasonable pace. I looked up at him and smiled before I pulled his head down and kissed him. His lips were still coated with my cum and I savored every delicious bit of it. I began to kiss down his chest tracing my fingers down his stomach. I removed his towel revealing his beautiful erect penis, admiring its length and thickness. I dropped to my knees, closed my eyes and rubbed his cock against my face. I pressed his shaft against my cheek feeling its wonderful warmth and rigidity. It's been so long, I missed this so much. 

I slowly began to kiss down his shaft while I held his balls firmly in my palm. I held his shaft up while I licked his balls with my tongue. I watched my reflection intently as I took his balls in my mouth and gently sucked on them. I traced my tongue up his shaft to the very tip where I licked it in circles before putting it in my mouth. 

"Oh... that feels wonderful Karen!" Terence moaned. 

I continued to suck up and down his shaft harder with every stroke. I looked in mirror and was amazed how wonderful his cock looked going in and out of my mouth. I stroked his balls as I took him deep in my mouth and held it there. He held my head and thrust his hips forward, deeply penetrating my mouth as I held on to his hips. I grabbed the base of his cock and regained control. After all, this was my blow job! I continued to suck harder and deeper and then when I looked at the mirror I had a very naughty idea. It was something I'd never done before, but for some reason I felt like being a little dirty. I put my hand through his legs until it was on the other side on his ass. I then traced my middle finger down the crack of his ass applying just enough pressure as it glided across his button. 

"Oh God, that feels good!" he moaned. 

I could tell he was about to explode, but instead, he brought me to my feet, wrapped his hand around my back and used his other arm to sweep my legs from under me and carried me to the bed. He placed me gently on the bed and laid next to me. He grabbed the covers and threw it over us. We remained face to face kissing passionately while pressing our bodies tight. Our hands were underneath the covers exploring and massaging freely and unrestrained. We stayed like this for at least twenty minutes, taking our time stimulating our senses and increasing our desire. Being under the covers made me feel cozy, yet uninhibited. It was romantic and erotic at the same time, the most sensual feeling I ever had. 

When our kisses turned from passion to frenzy and our hands found its way between our legs, Terence rolled me on to my side and pressed his erection against my ass. We were spooning and he began to throw errand kisses along my back and shoulders while I reached behind me, grabbed the side of his ass and pulled him harder against me. He moved himself lower and slid his hands between my legs, gently lifting my leg slightly higher. I felt the heat of his shaft between my labia slowly sliding through. I reached down between my legs pressing his shaft harder against my clit and then grinded slowly against him. I held him there tight until I couldn't take it any longer and inserted his head into my entrance. He lifted my leg higher, spreading me wider while he slowly pushed his way into me. 

"Mmmm...." I moaned. 

He continued to fuck me in long deep strokes while kissing my shoulders and massaging my breasts. We developed a rhythm and we began to fuck in a synchronized motion. We both felt our excitement escalate and our movements became more rapid and compulsive. He moved his mouth over my breast and sucked on it forcefully. His thrusts became rigorous and powerful, sending wave after wave of electricity from my neck to my toes. I put my hands between my legs and furiously began rubbing my clit while he pounded into me faster. Our breathing became faster, erratic and uncontrollable. I knew we were both close to climax and I knew we were going to do it together. 

I turned my head to face him and he bent over and put his mouth over mine. Our mouths became increasingly wet as we sucked our lips and joined our tongues deep inside our mouths. We sealed our lips tight and we moaned and groaned into our mouths as we climaxed with such fury, never releasing our lips until our orgasms fully subsided. It was the most intense pleasure I have ever felt. It was like we came in each other's mouth. He held me close and tight as we threw soft kisses between us, knowing that it wouldn't be long before we were in the heat of passion once again. 

I ended up staying the rest of the night in Terence's bed and waking up in Terence's arms. I couldn't remember having a more exciting few days in my life. It was exactly what I needed and what I wanted. I was completely fulfilled and satisfied and I finally felt good about myself. I felt like a new person! A confident, strong and optimistic person, not just a shell anymore. 

Terence and I said our goodbyes at the airport. It wasn't easy for either of us and all we could really do was just promise to keep in touch. Terence was an amazing friend and a fantastic lover and the memories we shared in the last few days were probably the best I ever had, but I knew what I had to do, or at least try to do. I decided to give Daniel another chance. We will go for dinner, talk about our future and try to work on our marriage for the kids' sake. I made a commitment to Daniel and I was going to see it through, but no longer am I afraid to be alone, or scared of losing him. I'm one of a kind and I won't let anyone tell me different.