The neighborhood was like no other. Every building looked the same; five stories red stone brick. If you were drunk you probably couldn't remember which building you lived in since they all looked alike.
My name is Sara and I live in the middle of the block in one of those red stone buildings on the second floor with a view of the street. Life on the block was very boring. Nothing ever happened. Plus, the neighbors were too neighborly, or should I say nosey.
Outside on the stoops were gossiping adults and the streets were full of children chasing each other and playing ball. It was a place everyone called home, especially Wade Jones a forty year old man with salt and pepper hair, and a gotee. He's 6 feet tall with olive color skin and a body to die for. I heard him say once that this mother is black and his father is Spanish Indian.
Wade lived in my building, but he was on the 5th floor. He was married and had two children. I'm not sure what he did during the day but, he looked very well dressed every morning, in a suit and tie. The window in my bedroom had a view of the street, so I made sure that I watched him every morning while drinking my coffee. He knew it too, waving to me as he walked by. There were times when I wanted him to do more than just wave. Nevertheless, I had to keep reminding myself that he was married. His wife on the other hand should have reminded herself the same thing. The story around the rumor mill was that Michelle was sleeping around with everyone but Wade. The sad part was that he knew it. Knowing that she would never change, I'm not sure why he stayed with her; maybe it was for the kids, or maybe he did love her in his own way.
I work in the downtown area and most evenings Wade and I would manage to end up on the same train together on our way home from work. I was so attracted to him. I would just sit there and listen to him go on and on about Michelle and her infidelities. I just wanted to take him and hold him in my arms. I wanted to take his pain away. How could she do this to a wonderful sexy man? After about six months of riding the subway together, Wade and I became good friends. We talked about life, the weather, my past relationships and the unconditional love he had for his two young children. Sometimes we missed our stop. We would just get off the subway and back track to our neighborhood. I've had so many failed relationships that our friendship even without sex out shined them all.
Wade and I started to secretly meet each other on Saturdays while his wife was out. We would meet at the park or the beach and spend the whole day together with his two kids Shaun and Ashley. I started realizing that I was falling in love with my Saturday family and I noticed Wade was much happier person whenever we were together.
After a year, Wade and I realized that our friendship was growing. Our desire to be together was getting stronger. I was falling for him and he felt the same about me. I spent many sleepless nights trying to figure out a way to make something happen between us. When we bumped into each other on the train one Monday evening, I decided to invite him to dinner in hopes that something would take place afterwards. He was reluctant to say yes. I could see the tension in his face. I thought he might turn me down but it turned out he was delighted that I asked. He suggested that we meet at a nice restaurant on Friday after work.
I couldn't wait till the end of the week. I made arrangements to take the day off so that I could pamper myself before our date. That morning in the shower all I could think about was him. While I was lathering up, I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have Wade kiss me. I wanted to feel his tongue in my mouth. I wanted his hands to caress me all over. What must it feel like to have that tall, sexy man seduce me to the point I beg him for?
Just by thinking about it, I could feel the moisture build up between my legs. I was so hot and turned on by the image of him that I started to touch myself. My hands started to glide over my soapy soft skin. I thought of him touching my nipples as I began to pinch them making them hard. I lifted my breast and put one nipple in my mouth pretending it was him sucking on it. I moved my hands slowly down my firm hard stomach until I reached my center. I slipped one, then two, then three fingers inside me; loving the way it made me feel. I worked myself up to the point that I was panting and nearly fainted in the shower. I wanted him so badly that my body ached.
