I got to her place just after noon -- She was still studying and wanted to finish up this last chapter before we went out to lunch.
Her husband was away for the day -- some big conference in Toronto or something, and since she'd seemed so stressed over the past few weeks, I figured I'd come over and hang out with her for a bit.
The chapter turned out to be longer than she figured, and all apologetically, she said she had to finish it before we headed out. I wasn't in any kind of a rush, so I sat back and watched the rest of Fight Club on TV.
We'd spent a lot of time together in the past, but ever since I moved out of town we'd barely seen each other. Too bad, too... She had this 'hot bookworm' vibe to her that's really hard to explain, but suffice to say I was never able to hang around her long without my mind drifting towards sex.
As I sat there watching TV, my mind drifted back to some of the fun we'd had in the past -- Sex in my truck on a blindingly hot summers day, right in her neighbours parking lot, sex on a cool spring night in the middle of a park path, trading stories, experiences and orgasms back and forth.... Sometimes fighting the urge for hours, but ultimately failing just about every time.
I glanced over to her, sitting there as she studied, completely engrossed in her work and playing with her hair.... every now and then giving me a glimpse of the back of her neck.
I should point out that we're both married now -- The worst (best!) of our sexual exploits happened the better part of seven years ago. MAN, time flies when you're not paying attention..... We'd both been with other people at the time, the same people we'd ended up marrying, now that I think of it, but we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.
I dragged my attention back to the TV -- Brad Pitt was getting slammed around by Lou, the owner of the bar, and for some reason, he seemed to be having a fantastic time.
My eyes wandered back to her.... Her back was to me, and now she had drawn her hair up into a ponytail. She was still absently playing with her hair, exposing almost her entire neck, and the loose collar on her shirt showed just the top of her back. I was getting really worked up now -- just the thought of going over there and nuzzling into her neck had me hard. Back to the TV.... I shifted in my seat to get comfortable again, and just couldn't follow what was going on.
She sighed and rubbed her eyes, then she stretched -- that 'big cat' stretch -- and I caught the sight of the side of her breast as the fabric of her shirt tightened over it. That's really where I lost it, now that I think back on it. At THAT point, I knew what I was going to do.
I got up as quietly as I could, and walked up behind her. She was deeply engrossed in the physics book she was reading, and didn't notice me. I watched her for a while, and slowly tickled my finger up the back of her neck. She shifted her head back and forth for a second, but she didn't say anything.
Slowly, I started lightly rubbing her shoulders and massaging her neck very gently. She still wasn't paying attention, but she did give me an appreciative "Mmmmmm." I broadened my range, and was soon lightly rubbing between her shoulder blades and lightly tickling her neck as I went up and down. She was still studying, but I could tell that she was really getting into the massage, too.
I slowly bent down and kissed the back of her neck, and slowly planted kisses up to the top of her neck, just behind her ear, all the while continuing with the massage.
This brought her out of it, and all of a sudden, she said "Hey! I'm studying here!" I laughed a little, and then reached under her shirt with both hands from behind and tweaked her nipples.
Shocked, she turned around and yelled, "I'm married!" I still had her breasts in my hands and I pinched both of her nipples, probably a bit harder than I should have, and kissed her hard.
I held on as she struggled, but pulled my mouth back just long enough to say, "I'm sorry, was I *bothering* you?"
She shot daggers at me with her eyes. Her MSN avatar is this brunette with long flowing hair and -white hot rage- in her eyes... She couldn't have chosen a better picture to represent herself at that moment. I pulled away, smirking/sulking, and went back to the couch.
She sat there dumbfounded for a minute, sighed, and then followed me back to where I was sitting. "I'm sorry, I've had a lot going on, and that just freaked me out. I didn't mean to yell at you."
Like a wounded four year old, I simply replied, "I'm not talking to you. You yelled at me."
Rolling her eyes, she sighed, sounding annoyed. "Fine!" she snapped, "Act like a child. See if I care" She then grabbed her book and kept reading, though she seemed to be reading the same thing over and over again, not really concentrating on what she was reading.
