|
It had been a light-hearted evening. My
parents had thrown a party for the office staff.
There had been laughter, song and drink to spare.
Most of the people from the party went back to their
own hotel rooms, but somehow it was decided that
she stay the night.
We sat in the hot tub in my backyard in the cool
spring night. It had been almost two years since our
first forbidden tryst and I had since broken up with
my would-be fiancée. She had married hers.
There was no alcohol that night, but she gave me
the first foot massage that didn't tickle and that was
intoxicating enough. When it was over, I hugged
her tightly with gratitude, but a new feeling came
over me. We'd only just begun seeing one another
again and having her in my arms was stirring up old
passions.
Pulling back slightly, I looking into her big eyes and
kissed her like we'd never stopped going out. Her
tongue wiggled side to side in that familiar way and
the scent of her hair was all around me.
We both realized what was happening at about the
same time, and separated-- forcing ourselves to
respect her wedding vows. Turning away, we
quickly started talking about something else to
distract ourselves, but inside, I was still savouring
her sweet taste.
After a while, we got out of the tub and went to the
living room to relax. Our conversation had
ironically turned to the philosophy of ethics. She
was arguing that her concepts of right and wrong
were atheistic despite being loosely based on
Christian morals. My rebuttal was that neither right
nor wrong existed outside human thought and that
the fact that she had a moral code at all was due to
her socialization in a Christian environment.
The conversation came to a screeching halt as we
finally acknowledged our impasse, but I commented
on how nice it was to have a thoughtful discussion
with her as we used to have. She agreed and we
moved to the kitchen.
We stood facing each other and feeling drawn, I put
my arms around her, hugging her once more.
"I've missed you," I whispered and kissed her neck
lightly.
"Me too," she said, one hand running up my neck to
the back of my head.
We stood like that for a moment before it slowly
turned into another kiss.
"We shouldn't do that," I said after our kiss broke,
but my body betrayed me, and my arms remained
around her waist.
"I know, but I've been lonely, and I do enjoy the
attention," she seemed to be holding an internal
debate.
She had told me earlier about how she and her
husband worked opposing schedules, and the only
time they spent together was in sleep. How her
opinion on kids had come full circle, and having
had two previous abortions and a sterile husband,
she was worried that she'd never have a family. She
had confessed in the hot tub that she'd often
wondered what her life would be like had she
married me instead of him.
Our lips met one last time in the kitchen as a
decision had apparently been reached. She led me
down the stairs to my room and we fell to my bed,
kissing with fervour.
Her body was soft and warm under mine and it
wasn't long before I began kissing my way down
her neck and across her chest. My fumbling hands
managed to get the fly of her jeans undone and she
raised her hips off the bed to help get them off.
I pulled off her jeans and started planting little
kisses along the inside of her leg, working my way
toward her sweet pussy. Unfastening my own
jeans, I pulled them- together with my boxers-
down to just below my knees. Urgency was
building in both of us.
I had left her panties on for an excuse to make a
second trip along her smooth legs, but her patience
ran thin. She grabbed my shoulders and brought my
face back up to hers and drove her tongue into my
mouth once more.
I snaked my hand down between us and pulled the
crotch of her panties aside to find her cunt already
dripping wet with anticipation. Gripping my cock, I
leaned into her and ran the tip along the length of
her lips.
When the head of my cock slipped over her clit, she
let out a quiet gasp. As soon as it left the warmth of
her lips, I felt the cool basement air on my wet head
and it sent little slivers of ice shooting through my
dick, across my belly and dancing behind my ears.
Goose bumps formed on the back of my neck as the
pleasure hit me and I let out a gasp of my own.
Just as I was positioning my cock to penetrate her,
she broke our kiss and looked into my eyes,
snapping us both back to the harsh reality of our
situation with a question in the guise of a statement.
"This never happened," she said.
Having cheated together once before must have
made it easier for us, but a little note of guilt still
plead a hopeless case against my lust. If I were a
better man, maybe I would have stopped it there and
she would have returned home to her husband with
a clear conscience.
As much as I'd like to play the hero, history is a
strict mistress and refuses to change for my benefit.
My only comfort is knowing that it was not lust
alone that drove me that night, but love as well.
I agreed to her request for silence and pushed aside
my guilt to focus on her exquisite form below me.
I sank my cock deep inside her with agonizing
patience. Though I knew it wouldn't last, I wanted
to draw out the moment as long as I could. To be
buried in her cunt for what would probably be the
last time was almost more than I could bear.
Her head tilted back and I ran my fingers through
her hair as we began rocking back and forth. I
could feel the familiar tickle of her cervix against
the tip of my cock.
She held on to my shoulders as I nibbled and sucked
on her neck. Her skin was always perfect.
For all the times that I've examined it, over the
years, I've never noticed a single blemish or
imperfection. Then again, perhaps even impossible
love is blind.
Her clit pounded against my pubic bone with
increasing speed as she raced toward orgasm. My
own pleasure was rising with astonishing speed and
I knew that as much as I wanted it to last, I couldn't
hold back forever.
Just before I was about to cum, I drew back to look
at her beautiful face, twisted in sexual ecstasy. Her
cheeks seemed to be glowing in the dim light and
her mouth was slightly open, displaying her perfect
tongue.
I held on to her shoulders as my stomach muscled
clenched and I flooded her pussy with cum. My
hips took on a will of their own and my cock was
flying in and out of her cunt.
The peak passed and my head dropped down to her
shoulder. My fingers touched her face, brushing her
hair back behind her ears. I pressed my cheek to
hers and stroked her head as my cock began
softening in her pussy. She was caressing my back
and sides as we lay there, recovering from the
experience.
After some time, I rolled off her, but kept one leg
on hers, laying my head on her chest. I could hear
her heartbeat slowly returning to a normal pace.
With an arm around my neck, she turned her head
to kiss me. I wanted her to stay the night with me,
but that was out of the question. I had already
agreed to pretend this never happened and she had
to get back home to her sleeping husband.
Though I was exhausted, she had to push me back
into bed so she could get dressed. I watched as she
rearranged her panties and slipped her jeans back
on.
She drew the covers up to my neck, tucking me into
bed and kissed me one last time. Kneeling at my
bedside, she traced my jaw line and whispered, "I
love you."
Biting back the tears of confusing emotions, I
reciprocated and she bid me goodnight, leaving my
room-- and my life. Again.
Our worlds were very separate, and our
philosophies even more so, but the powerful love
we've shared will forever link the two of us. As
frustrating as it is, I know we both feel the same
way.
I have a lingering feeling that our paths will cross
again someday, though I can't say for sure whether I
hope or loath that that's true. What I can say with
certainty is that our relationship will never be
anything less than impossible.
It's now been over two years since we last spoke. I
heard she was asking about me a few weeks ago,
but I think it's much to soon. As we get older,
everything seems to take more time. Maybe I'll
meet her again after her child grows up.
|
