Tina leant forward close enough for Steve to feel her breath on his lips. He had had just enough drink to make him brave enough to accept the offered mouth. Like a pair of teenagers, they moved hesitantly closer to each other, paused just long enough to be sure, before kissing. Initially a gentle contact, they were soon in a passionate embrace. Tina's tongue snaked around the inside of Steve's mouth, still tasting of beer and cigarettes -- no different from his own, he guessed.
Tina pressed her hips forward against his, feeling for the evidence of his arousal. Steve's eyes were closed as he involuntarily pushed himself back against her. He could feel himself swelling with excitement as she squirmed against him.
Suddenly Tina pulled away and with a saucy grin, turned away to run for her bus, leaving Steve dumbstruck as he wandered off to catch his late train.
Throughout the journey home, Steve sat shaking his head, partly in confusion, partly in disbelief. At least the walk at the other end would give him a chance to sober up and get his thoughts straight.
Even after a few drinks, Steve slept fitfully, tossing and turning in his sleep, unreasonably annoyed by the sound of his wife sleeping soundly next to him. When the alarm woke him early the next morning he fell out of bed and went for a shower. Looking in the mirror, he looked hard at himself -- not too bad for late 30's but no Brad Pitt either. Dark hair, bearded and olive tinted skin, he was never likely to have the girls queuing at his door, and he knew it -- life had never really been like that.
Inevitably his thoughts returned to the night before. Glancing down he could see his penis start to swell as he remembered how Tina had pressed herself into him with such enthusiasm. He reached down and held his hardening cock, easing his foreskin back as his erection grew. Within a few moments he was fully hard. Whilst not much to look at when clothed, Steve knew he was pretty well endowed -- his cock was about 8 inches long, but the few partners he'd had were all more impressed by the girth -- he could only just get his fingers all the way round it when aroused, and he had big hands! He smiled ruefully as he gently tugged on his foreskin. There always was that urge to come when you have a slight hangover, and Steve soon gave in to it, wincing as his heartbeat rose and pounded in his head as he shot a load of cum, albeit a small one, into the shower.
Once recovered and rinsed, he dressed, bade farewell to the family and left for the office. Nothing exciting was likely to happen today, but the evening before had been a pleasant diversion and had boosted his flagging ego somewhat. Sex had been pretty much off the menu at home for a long time, long before the arrival of the children. He almost laughed at the fact that the one time he remembered had been the makings of their first child and he couldn't even remember being there for the conception of the second! So much for married life.
*******
The office held the usual round of people chasing for payment, people trying to sell services he didn't need and the rest. His head still buzzed slightly from both the drink and the early morning wank, and the coffee hadn't really helped. It was nearly midday when the phone rang again.
"Yes -- can I help you?" he sighed. The customer care course really had been wasted that morning, but there was a hesitant response on the line.
"Erm yes, well I hope so. It's, er about last night......"
"Tina, is that you?" Steve brightened up visibly, sitting up in his chair as he took her call.
"I'd like to apologise if I was a bit, er, inappropriate?" came the response "That's not something I normally do, in fact I've never done it before, not like that, anyway, and you're married and you must think I'm a dreadful tart and I'm really sorry and I hope...."
"Please, I was flattered, really, by that -- we were both a bit drunk and hey I enjoyed it anyway."
There was an almost audible sigh of relief over the phone and the conversation was back on track, and was there still a hint of sexual tension or was that Steve's imagination?
After chatting more Steve suddenly remembered that he had a gig to go to that Friday. What the hell, he thought, seeing as Tina lived so far away, it was unlikely she'd go for it, but he invited her anyway.
"I'd love to come, where is it?" came the slightly breathless reply.
Having sorted out directions, Steve hung up and sat pondering things. There was no-one else in the office and he found his hand gently cupping his cock again, this time through his jeans.
She'd really got to him -- mind you, it was a while since anyone had shown any interest in him, certainly physically.
Emerging from his reverie, Steve returned to what he should have been doing -- invoices, paperwork, all the dull stuff. He struggled to concentrate, but got most of the work done anyway before heading off home.
*******
The next two days were pretty ordinary -- no contact with Tina -- was that good, was he going to be stood up, should he call? Friday came and, at lunchtime, a call, this time on his mobile.
"Still on for tonight?" came the distinctive voice.
He swallowed, probably audibly. "Sure -- see you there about 7?"
"Will do," click.
That was it. Twelve words. Yet the die was cast. The earlier kiss could be passed off as drink related, but now they were both stone cold sober and planning to get together again. There was no doubt that things were progressing and in a pretty extraordinary way.
The afternoon went in a blur, with the lighting and sound system installed for the bands who were due to play. Half way through soundchecking a voice behind Steve said "Hi there, sexy!"
"Hi -- you look good," and Tina did -- the bands were loosely a gypsy themed bunch and Tina had gone some way to matching the brief. Not only that, she'd bought the first drinks of the evening! Good girl, Steve thought.
Taking a seat in the corner, Tina relaxed with her book, but Steve was conscious of her eyes on him as he finished sorting out the technical requirements of the three bands due to play that night. At last everyone was happy and Steve could give Tina some time. They sat and chatted for a few minutes before slipping out for a crafty cigarette. There was definitely some tension there, and some in Steve's trousers, as the banter flowed between them.
After the second band there was a long break before the headliners were due on, so the two of them sneaked out to another pub -- this one with decent beer, but still close enough for them to get back for the climax of the evening's entertainment.
Why was it that words like climax kept creeping into the conversation, Steve wondered idly, as they caught each others' eye yet again. There were palpable sparks starting to come off them both as the evening wore on.
Tina was pretty drunk as they left for the station. Steve too was definitely merry and had enjoyed Tina's company no end. As they stood on the platform, waiting for her train home, she suddenly turned and planted a kiss square on Steve's lips, before wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself into him. Shocked by this sudden development, Steve instinctively grabbed her around her waist, pulling her closer still. The kiss was a real passionate affair, and Steve's mind was in a whirl as the train pulled in. Tina reluctantly released him and jumped on the train, just as the doors closed. Waving from the window, the train pulled out, leaving Steve with a baffled expression on his face and yet another raging hardon.
Steve wandered home, even more lost in his thoughts than after the first time they kissed. Fortunately everyone else was asleep as he let himself in, so he grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat not watching the television. Even the free channels with topless girls didn't grab his attention -- he was definitely thinking more about Tina... what would she look like topless, or even better, naked, he wondered. She had a slim physique, somewhat different from his sleeping wife upstairs, and was a lot more forward in her advances, that was for sure. Again, Steve smiled ruefully -- maybe that really was just married life!
Saturday and Sunday were the usual round of domestic commitments -- football for his son, dance for his daughter, followed by lunch, domestic chores and the like. Steve plodded through the routine with part of his mind definitely on other matters. Admittedly they'd not really progressed to any level of intimacy when sober, but it had happened twice now and he'd been more aroused by it than he could remember being in years.
Monday and Tuesday were spend in an increasing state of nervous anticipation -- he was working on site and had to have his mobile off, so it was Wednesday before he looked at the missed calls display on the office phone -- 16 missed calls, four messages. He idly scanned through the list of missed calls -- there were a load of 0845 numbers -- banks after his non-existent money, but a bunch together from a mobile number he didn't recognise. He debated calling it back, and was still pondering when the line rang from the very mobile he'd been contemplating...
