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The first time I saw him I wouldn't say there was attraction. It was more of a curiosity. We both saw each other and a spark of recognition flashed between us. Did I know him from somewhere? Was he one of my husband's cousins? Maybe he was a former co-worker. I wasn't going to ask. I hate being wrong and I feel embarrassed too easily. I definitely let my eyes linger on his face a little too long; searching his familiar features for the time and place of their belonging.

We were never introduced. I saw him in passing here and there. He was polite. He was not really warm, but never unfriendly. There did seem to be some unknown energy between us when we happened to meet eyes, but the moments were fleeting and far between.

I don't even really know when it happened. There was no defining moment. Somewhere buried in me there was a tiny piece of kindling that his spark ignited. He fed it slowly and steadily until it was fully burning. Now, I am all but consumed in a limerent wildfire that is raging inside of me at every conscious moment.

I can't eat. I can't sleep. There is a constant storm brewing, and the blaze is feasting on my heart. My nipples feel like electricity will shoot out of them. Can anyone else see this? My sex is tingling and wet all the time; positively aching. My cheeks are always flushed with desire. My mind replays every possible scenario it can conjure. In a hallway... pushed up against the wall, those slender fingers inside of me. In his truck... I'm straddling his lap and grinding against him. My favorite is the hotel across the street. This is where everything can unfold. I would ride him in reverse cowgirl, bouncing on him, and looking over my shoulder at him with our secret smile.

This is what I'm doing when I should be working. There are people all around me. I have a sexy soundtrack playing in one earbud. Fiona Apple tells me how to want to suffer for my sins because I'm a bad, bad girl. I would give anything for him to punish me. Sometimes he will come into the room when I'm in the middle of my fantasy. It happens often, actually, because I'm always imagining our bodies together. Can he feel it coming off of me? I'm buzzing with desire any time he is near. There is no way it's a secret.

He enters the room. I can feel him before I hear his footsteps. I know the sound of his lean, muscled arm opening the door. His arms. Oh my God. I've always been so attracted to forearms. You can tell a lot about what a man can do with his hands by the sinewy length of them. I can imagine his expert fingers working my clit when I see his veins ripple beneath his delicious brown skin.

He's here. What do I do to keep him? My body is already signaling for him in every possible way besides the ones invisible to him. My knees angle towards his body. My cheeks and chest are flushed with heat. My lips are parted. I make eye contact with him, then look down at his lips; full and half smiling. He knows! He can tell. Jesus Christ he has to be able to smell it on me. My panties are soaked. I think of something to say. Anything to keep him in proximity to me. He looks at my eyes, but quickly looks away. Is he shy, or is he doing everything in his power to keep from encouraging me? I watch his mouth while he talks. His lips are sensually full. I think of biting them. His hand goes to the back of his neck. Is that something? Preening, perhaps? Or just awkward fidgeting. I notice his nipples are hard through his shirt. Fuck! I would bite them. His hands go in his pockets and spread his trousers away from the middle. I'm wondering if his dick is hard and he's trying to create space. Don't look! You are a fucking pervert. In my ear the track has moved to Hozier "... There is no sweeter Innocence than our gentle sin." Amen! I don't know if I'm going to have a heart attack, burst into tears, or come. The current is flowing out of me. Just one touch is all it would take.

And then our moment, my moment, is gone. I'm reeling. I'm a baby who's rattle has been snatched away. My heart thumps in my throat and my eyes water. What I wouldn't give to go after him. Pull his arm back toward me in the hall and press my hips into him "Are you feeling this too?" I would say, my eyes are hazy with lust.

"Of course" he'd say. "I want you so fucking bad I can't stand it."

And how could this happen, really? He's married. I'm married. It wouldn't take more than one word and I'd be his. Maybe he'd say "what time do you get off? Meet me at..."

Where could we even go? A dark hallway in a bar? My hands would go to his chest and grip his shirt and pull him to me. Face comes down to meet me; our mouths are mutually heavy with desire. I'd take his lust laden breath into mine for a moment; glassy eyes looking into each others' daydream. Then, his lips would be on mine; tongues searching each other's wants. His hardness would press into my pubic bone. His hand would find the roundness of my hip trying to pull my ass up to meet him. His hard body would contrast so deliciously with my softness. The places of my shame he would squeeze with hunger. He wouldn't be able to satisfy himself of me. My knees would get weak and start to shake. His hand sliding up my back and over the back of my neck he would reach into my hair. His fingers would contract into his palm bringing my tresses into his grip and exposing my neck. My legs would give way. The press of his body against mine is the only thing keeping me vertical. His mouth moving to my neck; opening, licking and sucking. He would move toward my ear until I could feel his hot breath " I've never been this attracted to anyone before. I don't know what you've done to me. I've got to have you."

Now I'm in a state beyond help. Everyone has to know. There is no way that sex isn't radiating off me. It's time to go anyway. Thank God. I'm out of the door and into the heat of the afternoon. It's hot. The AC in my minivan is broken. I roll down the windows to let the stifling air out. I'm so fucking horny. I've worked myself up into a stupor fantasizing about him. I am shaking with frustration. I can't help it. I slide my hand beyond my waistband and into my panties. My slit is already slippery with thoughts of him. I close my eyes so I can picture him completely. We are together. It's his fingers inside of me and his thumb working me. I'm electric. My pussy is clenching onto my fingers. In my mind it's his cock and I buck my hips back and forth grinding my wetness into my hand.

"Ahem" I hear someone clear their throat and I snap my eyes open. He is standing outside of the driver's door. I freeze and then slowly pull my hand out of my pants. My fingers are glistening. He looks into my eyes and then moves his gaze to my fingers, then back to my eyes. I am paralyzed. I cannot move or say anything. It feels like I have been shot in the chest. I just pant and stare at him. Then he reaches through my window and grabs my wrist. He holds it still and tight and gradually brings my fingers to his mouth. He takes three into him; swirling his tongue around them and that shotgun blast drops straight into my pussy. I'm getting up on one knee in the driver's seat to bring my face closer to him. Our eyes are still locked and my lips seek his busy mouth. I'm panting as he slowly draws my fingers out of his mouth. He's still gripping my wrist as our faces crash into each other out of the car window. He breaks from me and opens my car door. We stop. Our chests are heaving. Still silent. I get out of the car and feel the breeze light up my still wet fingers. They are tingling with the memory of his wet mouth and teeth.

"Is this happening?" I say breathlessly. He takes my face and kisses me so softly. His tongue slowly parts my lips and I take him in deeply. This time it's less furious, but every point in my body that's touching him is full of stars. I can feel his hardness near my soft belly. I slide my hand down the front of his pants and he is harder than any dick I have ever felt. I press the heel of my palm down his length. I can feel that he's cut through his slacks. He groans. I have heard this utterance of pleasure in my mind one hundred times. I didn't think I could get any more wet but pleasure is dripping out of me. I fumble for his belt. I don't even know what my hands are doing. The urgency is like panic. I reach behind me and somehow open the door to my van and we half fall in. We both giggle and for a moment I'm afraid we may have lost our fervor. I notice his dick is still strangled against his pants and I look at his eyes again. The magnetic lock our bodies have on each other snaps back into power.

We're clumsy. His belt buckle. My pants are coming down. I kick my legs until my ankles are free. I'm leaning back in the seat that one of my kids sits in, but all I'm aware of is that my hand is drawn to that dick. My fingers slide down his taught abs. A flicker of fear sparks behind my desire. What am I doing? He is so fucking hot. He looks like he is carved out of stone, but I slide my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. They reach his tip. It is slick with precum and I glide down him with ease until his head is firmly pressed into my palm. It's a fucking perfect cock just like I knew it would be and it was so hard. I pump him in my hand while he leans over me and he groans again. There is something in his voice that sounds so vulnerable. I imagined it so many times and came to it in my ear. Just hearing his pleasure was almost too much for me. I was going to come so fast.

I'm pushing his underwear down and his dick bounces out. It's bigger than I thought it would be. We lock eyes again and then he looks down at my pussy. I feel a wave of humiliation pass over me. I'm not clean shaven. I'm trimmed, but I've been married for a long time. I wasn't prepared for this level of action.

"I've been wanting to see your pussy ever since I first laid eyes on your beautiful red hair." The desire overtakes the embarrassment. His face is on me. His lips somehow cover everything. His tongue is licking and swirling my clit. I grab the back of his head and roll my hips with his motion. He briefly breaks away and says my name, slipping his finger inside of me. I'm coming already. I'm quivering and my hips jerk outside of my control. He comes up for air and I kiss his mouth full on, tasting myself on him. I grab onto his ass pushing his underwear down further and bring him to my face so I can take his hardness into my mouth. "You're so fucking hot" I tell him as I grab him with my left hand and take him in. I twirl my tongue over his tip, tasting his salt as he sucks air through his lips like he's taking a hit of me. There is a lot of precum and by the sound of his small moans I don't think he'll last very long either. I pull his ass cheeks toward me so that his dick slams into the back of my throat. His hands are both in my hair gripping and I let him fuck my mouth for a few pumps. I pull back and give him a strong suck on just his tip. His moans are almost feminine and I'm so hot that I squeeze my legs together in want of him. He lowers himself to me and puts his dick on my slit. I grind my pussy on it, feeling it slide on my clit from our combined fluids.

In one swift motion he pulls back and slams into me, filling every inch. I feel like I'm going to cry. The pleasure is overwhelming. My hands are on his ass. It's so hard as he uses his muscles to pump me. Every time he rocks into me he is touching something that has never been touched before. It feels so fucking good. I open my legs as far as they will go, wanting more of him. He pulls my shirt off. I should be embarrassed of my body, but I want him to see me. I want him to see how each time he slams his dick into me the force ripples through me and all of my soft places jiggle with his work. He works one of my tits out of my bra and takes my pink nipple into his mouth sucking and nibbling it. Oh fuck. I am going to come again.

He's leaning over me and I bite into his shoulder to ground myself. His mouth finds mine again and we slow down matching our rhythm. He pulls himself out just a little bit and flips my leg over his shoulder. My pussy gets tighter on him and he is hitting that spot again. The one that no one else has ever found. "You like that?" He asks me breathlessly as he is fucking.

"Yeah" I whimper. I'm trying not to come yet, but it's getting harder and harder.

"Tell me," he says.

"I like it. Oh I like it. It feels so good when you fuck my pussy like that"

"You gonna come on my dick?"

I experience a whole other level of wetness. "Yeah I'm gonna come." Something is just behind the pleasure. It's just out of reach but with every motion it gets closer and closer.

We are losing control and he is hitting it harder and faster. His tight balls are bouncing against my asshole. One of his hands is gripping my ass and the other is gripping my hair at the nape of my neck. His breath is shaking. He's moaning and I'm saying his name. It's building and building. His dick is sliding into me in such a way. It's like our bodies were built to fit together. A heat is building inside of my pussy. There is something just on the other side of my peak and every time I hear his breath it comes closer and closer to the surface. He says my name again and it's coming. I feel like I might pee but it feels so fucking good. I can't control it at all. I hear a low guttural sound and realize it's me. I can't help it and he hears it and feels it too as I start soaking his groin.

"Oh fuck" he says as the shock of it shoves him over the edge. I feel his hot cum pumping into me.

"Yes, come inside of me. I want all of you." We heave and shake together in a crescendo of absolute ecstasy. The peak comes again and again and I am still squirting all over him.

Finally it stills and I can feel our hearts slamming against each other in our chests. He leans down and covers my lips with his finding my tongue again. He caresses it softly with his own. He's still inside of me and he says "You made me wait for so long."