"I shouldn't be here."
"Then why are you?"
"I don't know."
He smiled at her honesty. Not that he expected her to lie. But she wasn't quite what he had expected either. Although they had chatted for months, they had never traded pictures. His visual image didn't do her justice.
Her hair wasn't just brown. It was a deep sable with red highlights catching in the candle light. Her eyes were a deep green and her nose small and up turned. Her lips were full and shaded a light coral. When they first met, he towered above her 5'9" frame at 6'3". Her body wasn't super model thin. She had full, luscious breasts and a curvy, voluptuous body. His first thoughts were how soft she would feel against him.
"I'm glad you came though." He offered with a wink.
He could see her relax a bit more. She was nervous. And that was good. He wanted her to be. This was, after all, her first affair. Not that he was a pro, but he was almost fifteen years older then her and he had had other relationships outside of marriage.
"You're not what I expected." She said, taking sip of the white zinfindel he had pre-ordered for her.
"Oh?" He asked with a raise of his dark eyebrow.
She smiled and his heart melted. She had the most beautiful smile. He all ready knew she would be a keeper. He wanted to always make her smile like that.
"I'm sorry. What?" He said when he realized she had been talking.
"I said, I had this image in my mind of you being some sinister looking man, with a long mustache that you would twist while you laughed evilly."
"Sorry to disappoint you." He said smiling.
"Oh! I'm not disappointed. I hope you're not." She said the last softly, lowering her head. He had to strain to hear it.
Disappointed? Was she crazy? She was more than he had expected.
"Janie," he waited for her to look at him. "I'm not disappointed." He reached across and took her hand in his.
Janie looked down at their joined hands. His wedding ring sparkled.
"What did you tell your wife?" She asked. She wasn't sure why though.
"What did you tell your husband?" He countered.
He watched her face for some sign that she had changed her mind. He would be pissed if she did, but he would get over it. She was something special and he wanted to be with her more than he had ever wanted any of the other women he had fucked. There was just something about her, they had so much in common that he knew they would be together. He just hoped she gave them a chance to find out.
Janie tried to pull her hand away, but he held firm.
"If you have changed your mind, just tell me. I would never force you into anything."
"I know. It's just that..." He voice trailed off and she took another sip of wine.
He sat back and studied her. This was the first time she had ever met with another man. She had chatted with many online, she confessed, but never felt comfortable enough to meet any of them. He felt special that she was taking a chance on him. He meant what he said, he wouldn't force her. Did he want to fuck her? Hell yes! Did he want her with every particle in his body? Fuck yes! Would he push her into something she wasn't ready for? Never!
"You can tell me anything Janie."
"I know."
"Then say my name."
"What?" She looked up, surprised.
"You haven't said my name since we sat down. I want to hear you say it."
"Sam." She said softly.
"Again."
"Sam." She said, a smile curving her inviting lips.
He loved the way she said his name. Breathy.
"Let's have dinner."
Janie agreed and Sam signaled for the waiter.
****
"I really enjoyed myself tonight" Janie said as the waiter cleared away their dinner dishes.
"You sound surprised." Sam commented, lifting his glass of wine to his lips.
Janie watched them part as he drank. God! his lips looked so good. So strong. Not for the first time that evening, Janie wondered what having his lips on hers would feel like. Or having his mouth sucking on her hard nipples, kissing down her body, sucking on her clit......She felt her cheeks heat and reached for her own half empty glass of wine.
"Now those thoughts are worth a fortune."
"Excuse me?"
"Your cheeks are as red as this table cloth. What were you thinking?"
"Nothing."
Sam leaned across the table and took her hand in his.
"Tell me Janie." His voice was deep and seductive. His thumb drew lazy circles on the inside of her wrist.
"I like your lips."
"My lips?"
"Yes. Your lips. I wonder what they would feel like on mine. On my body."
Sam sat back as if she had sucker punched him. The image her words evoked had his eight inch cock straining against his slacks.