The Executive and the Intern - 02

Jessica Seiver felt the warmth of the sun on her face as she began to awaken. She has been experiencing a pleasant dream, so she kept her eyes closed, hoping to fall back asleep and recapture the joy she was feeling.

However, try as she might, sleep didn't come. Slowly, she began to roll her shoulders and move her limbs, working out any kinks from her solid night's sleep. Even though she was a bit stiff, she felt refreshed and renewed. Although her mind and body had a feeling of renewal, she wasn't quite ready to wake up this wonderful morning and start her day.

As she began to stir more and more, she realized that she wasn't wearing clothes. "Odd." she thought to herself in her half-asleep state. Although the cool sheets felt lovely on her skin, she never sleeps in the nude. Her mind was still quite foggy, and she couldn't think why she opted to choose to sleep like this last night.

As she continued to awaken, she began to stretch out her arms. As she did, she touched the bare skin of someone next to her. "Don is also naked?" she again thought silently, still half-awake and disoriented.

Then as she gained a bit more concentration, she felt the dull ache in her vagina. The presence of the slight discomfort sharpened her mind a bit and her thoughts became a bit clearer.

The cool breeze from the fan felt good against her bare skin, but then she began to think "There isn't a ceiling fan in my bedroom." She forced herself to gradually open her eyes.

At first everything was blurry, but as her eyes began to regain their focus, she found herself staring at an unfamiliar fan on an unfamiliar ceiling.

"What the hell?" Jessica mumbled. She tried to process everything as she stared above. She wondered if she was still dreaming.

As she became more awake, it didn't take long for her to determine that she wasn't in her bedroom, and the realization of the situation set in. The memories of the night before came flooding back into her consciousness. Happy hour. Drinks. Dancing. Flirting... Fucking.

"Oh my God!" Jessica shot up, now fully awake.

She looked to her right and saw the naked form of Jake, the intern, laying on his stomach, half covered by a sheet, still asleep.

She spun her head and looked towards the bedroom window and saw the bright sunlight shining in. It was morning. The consequences of what she had done hit her like a punch to the stomach. Not only had she slept with this boy last night, but she fell asleep and never went home. Now it was morning and her husband had no idea where she was. She began to panic. She needed to get out of here and get back home.

Even in her panicked state, Jessica calmed herself enough to slink out of the bed. Any sudden movement would most likely wake up Jake. The last thing she needed was to have a conversation with him. Firstly, it would delay her leaving, and secondly, she was embarrassed and ashamed of what occurred. She carefully lowered her legs off the side of the bed until she felt her bare feet touch the floor. Jessica then slid her body off of the bed. As she stood upright, she checked once again on Jake and was relieved to see that she was still sound asleep.

She quickly looked for her clothes. Her skirt was crumpled on the floor towards the end of the bed and her heels were at the bottom of the mattress. She was confused at first as to why they were there but then surmised that she must have fallen asleep with her shoes still on. It took her a bit to find her bra in all the clutter but eventually found it. She had no luck locating her thong. She picked up her blouse and realized that no panties wasn't going to be an issue, the real problem was the fact that her silk blouse had all the buttons ripped off of it. There was no way she could wear that home. She scanned the room for any alternative as she hurriedly put on the rest of her clothing.

She spotted a button-up oxford shirt of Jake's in a pile of clothes and grabbed it. The shirt was a wrinkled mess and it fit tight across her chest when she put it on, but it would have to do. She only hoped she could get into her house and change before Don saw her. He was oblivious to what she wore most of the time, but it was plainly obvious this wasn't her shirt. If Don saw it, she had no idea what excuse she could come up with as to why she didn't come home last night and now was wearing a man's shirt. She would have to formulate a plan on the way home.

Jessica grabbed her purse off of the dresser, reaching for her phone inside as she did. She held her breath as she checked her messages.

There were notifications for 4 unread texts. 1 from Stacey and 3 from Don.

Jessica held her breath as she opened up her messages. Ignoring Stacey's text, she began reading Don's.

Friday. 10:32 pm. Text from Don Seiver. "I'm sorry about how I acted this morning. I said some things that were really uncalled for."

Saturday. 12:02 am. Text from Don Seiver. "I know you have that big project. Are you still at the office? It's getting late."

Saturday. 1:04 am. Text from Don Seiver. "I can't keep my eyes open. I'm going to bed. Just wake me up when you get home so I know you're ok."

"Shit." Jessica thought to herself. She didn't even think about checking her phone last night. It would have been marginally easier this morning if she had replied to her husband earlier. She could have allayed any suspicions, but with her not responding to his messages and not coming home, there would be no way he didn't think something happened.

The only promising thing was that there were no new texts this morning. She checked the time, it was only 7:32 am. Much earlier than she had originally thought. It being a Saturday, there might be a chance that her husband was still asleep. If that were the case, it would offer the only hope to be able to craft a halfway believable lie. She opened the Uber app and was requested a ride, she then snuck quietly out of Jake's bedroom. As she slowly backed out, she made sure she saw no movement from Jake, closing the door as quietly as she exited.

"'Sup?" an unknown voice said, startling her.

Jessica spun around and saw a young man, wearing just a pair of boxers, sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal. He had unkempt, dirty blonde hair, a toned and very tanned body. Even though he appeared to be in his 20s, he had boyish good looks. He looked like someone out of Central Casting when they asked for a Southern Cal local.

Jessica was too stunned and too embarrassed to say anything. She just wordlessly nodded her head slightly with a brief acknowledgement.

"I'm Ty." he said with a mouthful of cereal. "Jake's roommate." He looked unfazed from seeing a woman slowly sneaking out of his roommate's bedroom in the early morning, wearing disheveled clothes and holding her high heels in her hand.

Jessica couldn't formulate any words, and if she could, she had no time to chit chat. She ignored any further interactions with Ty and made her way to the front door, quickly making it outside the house to wait for her Uber.

"Rude." Ty said to no one in particular as he continued to enjoy his cereal.

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Jessica unlocked the front door to her home as silently as she could. Slowly, she opened it just enough where she could slip in quickly and quietly, not wanting any of the early morning outside noise to alert Don to her arrival.

After closing the door behind her, she took a deep breath and she assessed the situation.

Her pristine home was quiet. She stood still in the foyer and listened.

There were no sounds of activity at all. She inhaled deeply, trying to see if she could detect the scent of freshly brewed coffee, a morning ritual for Don. She didn't smell any of the familiar aroma. She let out a slight sigh of relief for it seemed like her husband might still be asleep.

She quickly formulated a plan.

Jessica took her heels off so there would be no noise and she walked across her polished, ebony hardwood floor towards the laundry room. There, as expected, she saw a basket of clean clothes that Don had yet to put away. The fact that she had to tell her husband numerous times to put the laundry away was what had been the initial argument that led to their blow-up yesterday.

She dug through the basket, pulling out the first set of clean panties and pajama set that she could find. She then stripped off her clothes, tossing them into the dry cleaning bag and then put on the fresh clothes from the basket.

As she was buttoning the pajama top, she felt that her stomach and chest were sticky. She paused for a moment and touched her skin, feeling a dried substance that started at her stomach and went up to her tits. Rubbing her fingers together, Jessica realized that it was dried cum, and there was an impossible amount covering her skin. Jake must have shot his load all over her last night. "I'll deal with that later." she thought to herself as she finished getting dressed.

Once she finished getting dressed, she made her way silently out to the living room.

By the time she reached the living room couch, she heard it. The sound of the upstairs toilet flushing. Jessica quickly but quietly hopped onto the couch and pulled the sofa blanket over her, and began to feign sleep.

As she lay there, she listened intently. First she heard the bathroom door open and then the sound of footsteps making their way down the stairs. A state of panic took her over. "This will never work!" she thought to herself.

Her mind raced with paranoia. "He knows." she thought. "He heard the front door open this morning. He's probably been up all night, waiting. Maybe a jealous co-worker saw her and Jake at the bar and texted him. He's going to realize I'm not asleep. He'll notice I'm nervous. He will smell the sex." All of these thoughts went through her mind in the short time it took Don to walk down the stairs.

Jessica held her breath as she heard him approach. She was afraid she would hyperventilate if she didn't. She squeezed her eyes shut as he neared.

She could now sense Don standing next to the couch, looking over her. Her heart was pounding so hard, she was convinced he could hear it. She clenched her teeth tight and kept her eyes shut, preparing for the worst.

And then it happened.

Without a word, Don leaned over and kissed her cheek lovingly. After a few seconds, he pulled back and made his way to the kitchen where she heard him begin preparing a pot of coffee, his morning ritual.

The relief that washed over Jessica actually caused her to begin shaking as she finally started to breathe again. She realized that none of her worries were founded or else he would have had a much different reaction than a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Jessica waited on the couch motionlessly for the next few minutes, listening. She heard the coffee maker finally finish its brew cycle and turn off. She then listened as Don poured himself a cup and sat down to drink it.

It was then that Jessica made exaggerated sounds of her waking up. The sounds were loud enough so that Don would be able to hear. She pulled the cover off of her, stood up, and walked into the kitchen.

Don was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking his coffee and looking at his phone. He looked up at her and said, "Looks like you were up to no good last night."

The phrase triggered Jessica's paranoia. "Did he know?" she thought to herself. She began to feel herself begin to sweat. She felt her plan falling apart as her mind was a jumble of thoughts.

She pushed down the feelings and plastered a fake smile onto her face, walking over to pour herself a cup of coffee as she did. Her voice cracked as she said "What do you mean?"

"I thought you were working late, but it's obvious that you're hungover. What happened last night?" Don asked as Jessica began to sip from her cup.

The act of drinking gave Jessica extra time to formulate a response without looking suspicious. When she swallowed her mouthful of coffee, she finally said "Yeah. I was working late on that Harris merger. Stacey convinced me to join in at the company happy hour at Rhythm & Booze. She said it would look good to the troops if the boss showed up." She took another mouthful of coffee hoping to mask any sign of guilt she was convinced that she was demonstrating.

Don laughed. "Well it looks like you did a lot more than just show up!"

Jessica winced when he said that. She kept trying to determine if he knew what happened last night and was speaking in innuendos or if truly had no idea. She held the coffee cup up to her mouth extra long to give her an excuse not to respond immediately.

Finally she said "Yeah, it's been a long couple of weeks. I drank a little too much and it caught up to me fast."

"What time did you get home?" Don asked.

"I don't even know." Jessica responded. "I was pretty drunk when I got in, and I was a little worried I might get sick, so I just crashed on the couch." She found the lies were coming to her easier.

"That's too bad." Don said, while putting down his cup of coffee. He approached her slowly with a sly smile on his face. "I was hoping we could have some make-up sex." He wrapped his arms around her in a hug.

Jessica was still holding her coffee and awkwardly tried to reciprocate his embrace. She held her cup to the side so she didn't spill it on herself as he held her. Her return hug was awkward at best.

As Don's body pressed up against hers, she felt her pajama top press against her skin, drawing her attention to the feeling of the dried cum on her skin. She became worried that her husband would for sure smell it.

"Don..." she said, breaking his grip on her. "I don't feel all that great."

When he backed away, Jessica could see the look of disappointment on his face. Disappointment was something she could deal with, suspicion was something she couldn't.

"Maybe tonight." Jessica said in an attempt to appease him. "If I'm feeling better."

"It's a date!" Don said with excitement. He pulled up his phone and scrolled through Instagram while finishing his coffee.

Jessica stood and watched him, contemplating what happened last night. Guilt was weighing heavily upon her. "What have I done?" Jessica thought to herself.

She ran to the bathroom to throw up.

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Jessica spent the rest of Saturday and most of Sunday laying on the couch. Her guilt and lies had manifested into making her actually ill.

Her stomach ached, causing her to have no appetite, her head was pounding so she did not feel like talking or even watching television. She laid on the couch the entire time alone with her thoughts. The guilt and worry ate at her.

As she laid there, Jessica wanted nothing more than to wish Friday night had never happened. She had jeopardized everything that she had worked years to accomplish. Her job, her marriage, her reputation, her life.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Don came into the living room, a tumbler was in his hand. "I made you a smoothie. You need to get something in your stomach or you'll never get any better." He held out his hand and offered her the cold beverage.

Jessica sat up and accepted the drink with a smile on her face. But internally, she was wracked with guilt. Here she was being waited on by her husband who was showing so much devotion, but a little less than 36 hours ago, she was fucking a practical stranger.

She sipped on the straw, the remorse she was feeling causing the smoothie to taste like ash in her mouth.

"Thank you, honey. It tastes wonderful." she lied.

Jessica stayed on the couch for the rest of the day and into the evening, until finally Don decided to join her. He put on Love Island for them to watch as they sat together.

She actually welcomed the distraction. The mindless television made her temporarily forget everything that had happened, even if it were just for a little while. She just sat and enjoyed the manufactured drama of the beautiful people on the television.

When the show finally ended, it was late. "Are you feeling up to sleeping in our bed tonight, or are you going to sleep on the couch again?" Don asked as he began to rise.

She watched him as he stood, oblivious to her inner turmoil. "I'm feeling better. I can sleep upstairs." she said. He smiled and turned to go up the steps and into their bedroom. Jessica followed Don a few minutes later..

When she entered the room, she saw that he was already in their master bathroom brushing his teeth. She followed suit.

They sat there in their large bathroom at their individual sinks, getting ready for bed without saying anything. Don finished before her and made his way to the bedroom. Once Jessica was done, she realized that she was mentally exhausted despite not doing much over the past two days except fret. She was looking forward to a good night's sleep in her own bed, the first time she would be in it over the past two nights.

When she walked into the bedroom, Don was laying in bed watching her as she came in. He was shirtless with the sheets pulled over the lower half of his body. Based on the way he was smiling at her, she easily figured out what he had in mind.

"You know..." he started. "We never did have that make-up sex."

Jessica rolled her eyes at the request. The last thing on her mind was having sex with Don right now. She just wasn't in the mood. He smiled and looked innocent, unlike how she had been feeling the past two days.

But the way Don looked at her with innocent desire made the guilt that she had been feeling gnaw at her. She contemplated what he was asking. Even though she wasn't in the mood, she felt that if she could give him this, maybe it would ease her remorse somewhat.

"Fine." she said as she continued to walk to her side of the bed. "But please make it quick. I'm still not 100%. No foreplay." Jessica stripped off her pajama bottoms and panties, not bothering with the pajama top. She then crawled under the covers and laid on her back, waiting for her husband.

Don couldn't believe his luck. He figured that Jessica was still under the weather. He even only suggested sex half-jokingly. He quickly pulled off his underwear and tossed them to the floor as Jessica got into bed next to him. He was fine with her 'no foreplay' request, but he wasn't even erect yet. He began to stroke himself in order to get himself hard quickly before his wife could change his mind.

Jessica laid on her back, closed her eyes, and spread her legs slightly. She was hoping this would be quick because she would like to get some much-desired sleep afterwards.

As she lay there waiting, she listened to the unmistakable fapping sound of her husband stroking himself. Unexpectedly, intrusive thoughts began to enter Jessica's head.

She remembered the drinking, the dancing, the flirting. She remembered the butterflies she had when she decided to go to Jake's place. She remembered first pulling down Jake's underwear revealing his impossibly massive cock. She remembered him commanding her to pleasure his balls. Most of all, she remembered obeying him and how that made her feel inside.

Her hand slipped between her thighs almost without even realizing it. Her fingers slid through her pubic hair, which was just starting to become damp with desire. Her fingers lingered at the very top as she began to press on her nub.

As she thought of how she engulfed the entirety of his testicle into her mouth, she used her two fingers to part her slit open. She slid a finger inside of her as she remembered how she took him into her mouth. She kept her eyes closed. She was alone in her own world, she had forgotten that her husband was even next to her.

Don looked over at his wife, astonished. In all their years of marriage, he had never seen his wife pleasure herself. She was sliding a finger in and out of her pussy, slightly beginning to writhe in pleasure next to him. Watching this unfold, he no longer needed to play with himself, he was already rock hard. He readied himself to fuck his wife and she barely registered that he was even there.

Jessica sank another finger inside of her, curling both of them slightly as she continued to pleasure herself. As she remembered how Jake went down on her, she began to move her hand faster, the rhythm matching the memory of how his tongue worked her box.

She began to tremble as the pressure built in her as she thought of him. Then her fantasy was interrupted when she felt the bed shift. The mattress dipped to the side as Don rolled over onto her, his weight pressing down on her.

Her eyes fluttered open, a disappointing groan slipped from her lips. not from desire this time, but annoyance. Her thoughts of Jake disappeared as she looked into the face of her husband. She felt his hard dick nudging clumsily between her thighs. With a reluctant sigh, she removed her hand and gave him access to her entrance.

Don grunted as he pushed himself into her, his hips immediately began moving quickly back and forth. Jessica turned her head and looked off into nothing as she laid motionless on the bed while her husband fucked her. "At least I'm wet." she thought to herself. She bit her lower lip to contain her irritation.

Then she closed her eyes.

Her imagination took over once again. The person on top of her wasn't her husband anymore.

It was Jake.

Her memories rushed back. She remembered his enormous cock first parting her and pushing deep inside. Deeper than anyone had ever gone before. She remembered her vagina stretching to accommodate his girth, feeling as she was being split open. She remembered the feeling of fullness like she had never experienced in her lifetime.

Jessica began to move, pushing her hips into Don's so she could take him deeper.

Her husband groaned softly, his hips beginning to find a steady pace. She lost herself into the memory, letting herself pretend it was Jake moving inside her now, filling her. Her lips parted as a small sound escaped, more from the thought of Jake than the man actually thrusting into her right now. The act of her husband fucking her was more of a tool for her to enhance those memories than anything else.

As the bed creaked beneath them, her body responded to her husband, but her mind was elsewhere. In her mind, this was last Friday night, and the young intern was fucking her again.

Don quickened his pace when he felt Jessica responding, until finally he thrust deep one last time, stiffening as he began to cum. Jessica continued to gyrate beneath him with her eyes still closed, trying to savor the last trace of her time with Jake before her husband's dick went completely limp.

Finally after a short time, Don's spent shaft slid out of Jessica's sheath and he rolled back over onto his side of the bed, breathing heavily. "That... was... great." he panted.

"I really... didn't think you'd be in the mood." he continued. "I thought you just wanted to come up to sleep..."

Don continued to speak, but Jessica wasn't paying attention. She struggled internally as to why she was fantasizing about Jake while her husband made love to her. In fact she wasn't even in the mood until she began to remember about their encounter on Friday. She realized that Jake has monopolized her thoughts over the past couple of days, and that was troubling. She typically was in complete control of her life, yet she couldn't suppress her thoughts enough to stop thinking about him.

Don was still talking, but Jessica had no idea what he was saying as she was lost in her own world. She just would respond with the occasional "Uh huh." whenever he paused to feign interest. After a few minutes, she heard him breathing deeply. When she looked over at him, he was fast asleep.

She turned off her light and tried to do the same, but her thoughts raced again as to why she couldn't get Jake out of her mind. This was someone who works at her office and she has the potential of running into regularly.

As she contemplated how to resolve this, her mind again wandered back to Friday night. The image of his cock springing free from his underwear was seared into her memory. She remembered how she took it in her mouth when he commanded her to open and him praising her by saying "Good girl." when she pleased him.

Jessica's fingers returned to her mound. Her pubic hair was damp, her vagina slick. Her two fingers slid in with ease, she tried to insert a third but decided against it as her hole was too tight. She instead rubbed her nub with her thumb while her two fingers worked her insides.

Images in her mind went to Jake fucking her. His words "There's a good girl." when she finally took in his entire manhood. Her fingers moved furiously in and out of her box. She did not care if Don woke as the ecstasy quickly took over her body.

Jessica thighs clench around her soaked hand as hips raised off of the mattress as she thought of Jake. The memory sent a sharp pulse through her, making her press deeper, harder. Her thumb ground against her clit as she pistoned her fingers in and out.

Her stomach tightened, the pleasure inside her wanting to release.

She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. As the feeling built, a wave of euphoria gathered, cresting. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Her fingers moved faster now, pumping relentlessly. Every nerve felt raw, alive, her body trembled as the orgasm surged up and claimed her.

It washed over her in waves, sharp and sweet. Her vagina muscles clenched around her fingers as she stifled a moan in the pillow. Her back arched as the sensation rippled through her. She finally collapsed onto the mattress, her whole body trembling with aftershocks.

For a long moment, she lay there in the dark, her fingers still buried inside her, slick and warm, as she tried to catch her breath. She looked over at Don, and he was still fast asleep, unaware as to what had just happened in the bed next to him.

She removed her fingers from her vagina. The feeling of guilt and shame began to creep in again. She closed her eyes, and silently cried herself to sleep.

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It was early on Thursday morning and Jessica was trying to get a run in before the rare Southern California thunderstorm rolled in. She was halfway through her 4 mile run again at Balboa Park. She looked up towards the ominous clouds and heard some distant thunder. She decided that she needed to pick up the pace or she was going to get caught in the rain.

She had been working from home all week, something she rarely ever did. The thoughts she had of Jake on Sunday night while Don was making love to her had been playing in her mind. She wasn't sure why she kept thinking about the intern, but she decided to make an appointment with a therapist about it. In the meantime, she decided to work from home so she wouldn't have any chance encounters with Jake at the office. She wasn't sure how she would handle that situation.

Right now, her run gave her a moment of solitude. The threat of the storm kept most of the early morning runners away so she practically had the entire park to herself, just the way she liked it.

The humidity brought on by the incoming storm made her perspire even more than usual. Her skin glistened and her pulled-back hair was damp with sweat. Her white tank was drenched so much that her dark navy sports bra shone through. Even her nylon running shorts weren't spared from this humidity as they clung to her hips.

But Jessica didn't mind. The perspiration felt cleansing. She felt as if toxins were leaving her body, so she pushed on, determined to finish her run. The heat, humidity, and physical exhaustion kept her mind focused on her body and distracted her from the thoughts running through her mind.

And that's when she saw a lone runner in the distance, coming towards her in the opposite direction. She squinted her eyes, but could not make out any discernible features. She could not even determine if it was a man or woman.

As the figure approached, she was able to make out that it was in fact a man. She felt a pang in the bottom of her stomach. Worry was setting in. She kept running, not taking her eyes off of the incoming runner as she did.

As both of the runners neared each other, Jessica's worst fears proved to come true. It was Jake. "No! No! No!" she thought to herself, still staring at him as he got closer. The slight pang in her stomach turned into an intense tightening.

Jake was focused on the path in front of him, and Jessica wasn't even aware he hadn't even noticed her yet. But when he was almost directly in front of her, he looked up. "Jessica?" he shouted loudly due to the loud music blasting through his earbuds.

She wanted nothing more than to avoid seeing Jake for as long as possible. She had wondered if she could avoid seeing him the entire summer until his internship was over. She had spent the entire week avoiding going into the office for fears of bumping into him, but as fate would have it, she ended up seeing him in the largest park in San Diego, and to top it off, it was just her and him alone.

As Jake slowed down, Jessica picked up her pace and sped by him without looking.

He spun around and ran towards her in an attempt to catch up.

Jessica began to run as fast as she could. She wasn't sure of what her plan was exactly. The best option she could think of was that she could run the two miles to her car and drive off before they had any interaction.

But it was hot, she was tired, and she was no match for Jake's physicality. He soon caught up to her, and was running in pace beside her.

"Jessica." he said while gently grabbing her arm to get her attention.

Jessica suddenly stopped and screamed "WHAT!?"

Jake stopped as well and looked into her eyes with compassion. "I wanted to make sure you were ok. You haven't been in the office all week. I was worried."

"I'm fine." Jessica said curtly while looking at the ground.

They stood in awkward silence for a few minutes, contemplating what to do or what to say.

Jessica was uncomfortable. She wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else but here. She was confused by her emotions. She felt out of control, a feeling that was a rarity for her. Deep down she had a multitude of feelings swirling around that she couldn't process. She was afraid of what would happen if she let any of those emotions come to the surface.

"Jessica." Jake finally started. "Friday night was incredible, but you left without waking me and now you've been avoiding me..."

"I'm married!" Jessica interrupted. "It was a mistake!" Jessica glanced around the park, grateful that there were no people around. "It was a mistake, Jake. A terrible mistake that can never happen again."

His jaw tightened. "A mistake? That's what you think?"

"What would you call it?" She crossed her arms, trying to create a barrier between them and give her some feeling of being in control. "I'm married. I'm eighteen years older than you. You're an intern at my fucking company!" Jessica began to yell. "It should never have happened."

Jake took a step closer, and Jessica finally looked into his eyes. He looked at her the same way he did on Friday night. She tried to push the memory away.

"I felt how you reacted when we were together." He paused, studying her face for a reaction. "When's the last time your husband made you feel the way I made you feel?"

"Don't." The word came out sharper than she intended. "Don't you dare bring my husband into this."

"I'm not trying to hurt you," he said, his voice still soft. "But I can't pretend that what happened between us didn't mean something. Can you honestly tell me you felt nothing?"

Jessica's resolve wavered. The truth was, she did feel something, and she still felt it. She had never experienced sex like that before in her life. Her orgasm was so intense, it was indescribable. Even now she was craving that feeling again like a drug.

"What I felt doesn't matter," she said finally, softer than before. "It can't matter."

"Why not?" Jake moved closer again.

"Because I have responsibilities. Because I have a life, Jake." she looked away, breaking his gaze. Then she finally admitted it out loud. "Because I'm scared." she whispered.

Jake's expression softened. "Scared of what?"

"Of how you make me feel. Of what I might do." She shook her head. "I can't be that person, Jake. I can't be the woman who throws away everything for-"

A loud boom of thunder startled them both. Then the dark clouds opened up overhead and it began to pour down rain.

Jessica looked toward the path towards her car, it was still a long way off and she was getting soaked. The storm was going to be way worse by the time she could make it back to where she parked. She bolted down the path and towards the parking lot. Confused as to what to do, Jake instinctually began to follow her.

The rain now was coming down in buckets as the pair ran. They progressed about 500 feet before the crash of a lightning bolt striking the ground at the edge of the park shook everything around them.

Frightened, Jessica looked for the nearest shelter and spotted a park restroom. She sprinted towards it, Jake was close behind.

She made her way through the women's door and into the relative safety of the structure. Without thinking Jake followed in closely behind. Once inside the empty bathroom, the couple stood there with their hands on their knees and tried to catch their breath. The pair were shivering, both from being drenched and from fear.

The sound of thunder crashed outside and the lights briefly flickered in the bathroom. The rain dripped from their soaked clothes and created small pools of water on the concrete floor.

When the adrenaline wore off, they stood and looked at each other. Jessica had thought about continuing their discussion that they were having before the storm struck, but she really had no desire to. It was going into uncomfortable territory for her, and she was afraid of what she might say.

Instead she stared silently at Jake as he returned her gaze.

As she looked at him, he looked both pathetic and gorgeous at the same time. He was drenched from the rain. His hair was plastered against his head and rainwater dripped from his body. His shirt adhered his torso, exposing his skin and showing off his well defined chest and abs. His shorts clung to him as well, although they were dark there was no hiding the outline of his massive cock as it hung down his leg. Multiple images of it instantly popped into Jessica's head.

He looked at her and saw a similar image. She had lost her ponytail holder during the scramble to shelter, so her hair hung down in a wet mess. Her drenched white shirt didn't leave much to hide as it showed off her every curve. Her skin showed through the thin fabric and if her sports bra wasn't navy, there would be little left to the imagination. Her shorts uncomfortably stuck to her hips and thighs. Jake could not take his eyes off of her.

"This is insane," Jessica said as she began to wring water from her hair. "We shouldn't be here together."

She watched as Jake leaned against the door. "Where else were we supposed to go? It's pouring out there." he replied.

"That's not what I mean and you know it." she looked meeting his gaze. "Jake, we need to forget that Friday ever happened. I'm married. I have a life, a career-"

Before she could finish, Jake closed the distance between them. His hands found her face, and suddenly his lips were on hers.

For a moment, Jessica's mind went blank. Her hands pressed against his soaking wet chest, whether to push him away or pull him closer, she couldn't say. Every rational thought screamed at her to stop, to remember who she was, what she stood to lose.

But then her resolve crumbled, and she found herself kissing him back with equal fervor. Her fingers gripped his shirt as she pulled him closer. The taste of him, the feel of his hand moving up towards her chest, ignited something primal within her that she'd tried so hard to suppress over the past week.

The kiss deepened, his tongue darting into hers. With one hand he pawed at her breast, with the other he cupped her ass drawing her hips into his. She could already feel his erection begin to build.

Jessica gasped softly into his mouth. The sensation was electric as his thumb swept over her stiffening nipple and his palm fondled her breast.

He took over and pressed closer to her body, pinning her gently to the tiled wall as his hands continued to work.

Jessica threw her head back in pleasure and Jake took the opportunity to move his lips down her neck. His hand was now moving under her wet shirt, forcing her drenched sports bra up and over her chest so he could access her large, fleshy mounds.

His hand first felt cold with the initial touch, but soon their body heat gave them warmth. She barely had time to react before he lifted up her shirt completely and placed his mouth on her tit, forceful and unrelenting.

Her body reacted before her mind could catch up. Her back arched off the wall, a moan escaping from her throat as his lips closed around her nipple and sucked, hard. The sharp pull sent a jolt straight through her.

She ran her finger through his wet hair as he devoured her, sucking and biting just hard enough to make her gasp before soothing the sting with his tongue. Then repeating the process over and over on each nipple.

Every nerve came alive under his relentless mouth. Her fingers gripped his hair, pulling, she was afraid she might hurt him, but he only growled softly and bit down, sending another shockwave through her that made her hips buck.

She couldn't take it anymore. She needed more.

Her hand slid down, caressing his muscular body on its journey, until it finally found the waistband of his soaked shorts.

Jake froze for half a second when she slipped her hand inside. She was pleased when she heard his sharp intake of breath against her breast when she wrapped her hand around his cock.

He was already rock hard for her. His dick was thick and hot in her hand. The length of his enormous erection could no longer be contained by his shorts as the head was now peeking above his waistband.

She stroked him slowly at first, savoring the way his whole body reacted. The way his grip on her tightened, the way his hips jerked against her hand.

He broke contact with her nipples as his hands moved up to cup her face then, his eyes wild and dark as he kissed her again, hard and messy, his breath mingling with hers.

She pumped him harder now, feeling the wet, smooth skin against her palm, his hips rocking into her rhythm, his mouth devouring hers.

Jake was all over Jessica as she continued to stroke him. His hands and mouth explored her body. He couldn't take it any longer.

He then unexpectedly pulled away, breaking contact with her. Jessica looked up at him confused thinking maybe she had done something wrong. Jake stared at her with lust.

Jake then suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and forcefully spun her to where she was bent over the sink, staring at herself in the mirror. He positioned himself so that he was pressed up behind her. She could feel his cock pushing against her backside. Jake bent over and growled into her ear. "You're going to look at yourself as I fuck you."

Jessica's knees buckled at the statement.

Jake's hand forcibly pulled down her wet shorts and panties in a single motion. Once they were down around her ankles, she heard him quickly pulling down his own shorts. She stared at him in the mirror while he looked down at her exposed ass.

He then looked up, returning her gaze in the mirror. His eyes burning with desire. She felt the warmth of his cock against the skin of her butt. As he positioned himself behind her, his shaft rested in the groove of her cheeks. He put the palm of his hand on the small of her back as she was bent over the sink and wiggled his knees inside of her legs, spreading her apart. As she watched him in the mirror, a devilish smile grew on his face and he grabbed her long hair with his other hand, pulling her head backwards slowly.

Her arms were bent at the elbows as she rested her torso on the bathroom sink. She had to let her shorts fall to the dirty bathroom floor so she could step out of them and spread her legs further apart. She felt exposed in this position. She was at Jake's whim.

He stared at her in the mirror as he moved his hips, guiding his penis along her backside. He teased her with it, pressing it against her cheeks, hips, and thighs until finally it was jutting between her legs.

She broke eye contact with Jake to admire it. The part of the shaft poking through was still sizable. No matter how many times she had seen it, she couldn't believe its size. The heat emanating from it as it rubbed against her slit matched her own emitting from her pussy.

Jake then tugged on her hair, drawing her eyes towards him again. A slight pain shot through the nerves on her scalp as he pulled her hair. The feeling excited her. She looked up and wordlessly signaled that she was his.

And then, without saying a word, he thrust into her in one long, powerful stroke.

Her eyes flew open, a gasp breaking from her chest as she gripped the edge of the sink, her knuckles white. He pushed his cock completely into her, filling her completely. She became light-headed and began to see stars. She stretched around him in a way that made her stomach flutter and her knees buckle. She didn't realize how wet she had become, allowing him to penetrate her without as much resistance as she had anticipated. She had nowhere to look but into the mirror. She saw her face was a mask of pleasure and pain.

He paused for a moment, letting her vagina walls adjust. She looked up at him in the mirror and saw how tightly his jaw was clenched, exuding control over her.

Then he pulled back and drove into her again, harder, this time. She cried out. If it weren't for the raging storm outside, she would have been easily heard outside these bathroom walls.

His rhythm grew rougher, more insistent, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with her shallow gasps and the deep, primal noises he made with each thrust. Each thrust felt as if his cock was driving into her belly.

He kept pulling on her hair with one hand but moved his second hand to cup one of her swaying tits. He squeezed it roughly to match the intensity of the fucking.

In the mirror, she could see herself coming undone, her hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, her eyes wide and dark, his body looming over her as he claimed her with every deep, punishing stroke. She looked at her spread legs and his massive balls swinging behind them as he fucked her.

The storm roared outside, wind and rain hammered the windows, but neither of them heard it anymore.

Jake's pace grew quicker, more desperate. He finally let go of her hair so he could reach around and cup both of her breasts as he plowed into her. His fingers gripping her tits so hard she knew she'd feel it later. Each thrust of his hips drove her forward into the sink. His weight leaned into her causing the side of her face to be pressed against the mirror, her hot breath fogging the cold glass.

She could feel it building now. It started in her belly and made its way outward, each thrust sending her closer to the edge. She could feel him panting wildly against the back of her neck, and she could tell he was right there with her.

His mouth went down to her shoulder. She could feel his teeth grazing her skin. Then in one final push, he slammed his length into her as far as it would go and bit down on her shoulder.

She simultaneously felt the pain from the bite and his hot seed spill deep inside her. He shuddered as he emptied himself into her.

The sensation of him cumming inside her pushed her over the edge..

Her whole body seized instinctively, her fingers clawing at the porcelain sink as the first wave of her orgasm ripped through her. It hit hard, almost violent, making her knees buckle as white-hot pleasure spread outward in electrifying pulses. Her hips jerked back against him on instinct, riding out the waves as her walls clenched tight around him.

"Fuck!" her voice crackled as she screamed out in pleasure, her hips kept jerking back into him on their own as the waves kept coming.

Her thighs trembled under her as she collapsed onto the sink. In the back of her mind she worried it might break free from the wall with all of the stress.

Jake's head finally dropped to her shoulder in exhaustion as he tried to catch his breath. He stayed inside her, his chest pressed to her back, their bodies still locked together as the last aftershocks rippled through her.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, their breathing loud and uneven in the quiet aftermath.

Jessica closed her eyes, gripping the edge of the sink as she tried to recover, the guilt and reality of what they'd done still drowned out by the raw, lingering pleasure.

The storm was still raging outside, but inside there was only silence.