A fantasy shared. This is my first story, maybe my last. Depends on how it's received..... and my muse.
She zipped up the side of her boots and smoothed out her dress as she looked critically into the mirror. Was this really happening? For years now they'd thought about, too much really in honesty, in the shower, on the way to work, alone in bed when she was meant to be sleeping and today was the day.
Swallowing hard and with an ache in her belly she set off for the 10 minute walk to his, the air was cool in the spring sunshine which she was glad of as she wanted to be as fresh as she could be for him. They'd been flirting for years, an unspoken sexual chemistry between them as then colleagues, but after that kiss at his leaving drinks several years ago, things had ramped up leading to today.
Lisa was forty, long dark hair with a fringe that framed her dark eyes and glasses. She had soft curves, curves that she worked hard to get rid of but curves that men had often commented on as their erections pressed into her back. Her boobs, although smaller than she liked were firm and despite her years had not yet started to sag.
Sam was 10 years her junior. The phrase tall dark and handsome could of been written for him. He was strong, with broad tattooed shoulders. His hands were the size of shovels which would no doubt swallow her B cup breasts and although Lisa hasn't been that close to him for a while, as she walked, she was reminded of how he used to smell. A mixture of clean aquatic smelling aftershave and cigarettes that, when walked past her desk at work, would make her throb, make her underwear wet and he knew it did.
The outfit Lisa was wearing she felt confident in. She'd described it to Sam over text the night before, telling him exactly what she wanted him to do to her. Her long dress clung to her body, her biker jacket and boots gave the feminine ensemble a rockier edge, something she knew he would like as their mutual love of music and Jack Daniels was something that had bonded them in the early days. As she approached the door to his house, she looked around to check for any neighbours out in the street. Living in a small town meant that everyone knew everyone and she had not visited this door before. It also gave Lisa the opportunity to adjust the lacy French cut knickers that, as she walked, had ridden up. When Sam lifted her dress, as she hoped he would, she wanted her arse to be hugged by the material and have it sitting neatly on her rear, not have it wedged between her cheeks, that would come later.
Lisa knocked, aware that once they had crossed this line things would be different. She would be a cheater.
Lisa had been with her partner for 12 years and other than the occasional crossed word over finances or his reluctance to ever plan anything and live life by casual spontaneity, things were great, great in every department except the bedroom. Their libido's and body clocks were not just on different schedules, but different planets. He was awake all night and slept all day, whereas Lisa was up with the lark. Sex was a chore for him, something he would do to stop Lisa getting upset and feeling dejected, or worse still go on another healthy eating kick convinced it was her body that was to blame for his lack of sexual need. It wasn't, not that Lisa understood that, he just didn't have the urges she did. Lisa on the other hand often felt like a freak, an addict, wanting nothing more than to have sex. Her daily showers, working from home days and early bedtimes had turned into a series of opportunities to get off. As soon as she was alone her hand would creep between her legs and get her off as only, up to this point, she knew how.
It was during one of these late night solo sessions that she thought of Sam. His naked body next to hers, breathing on her neck as he watched her fingers dip in and out. Her digits slick with her wetness, the audible sounds filling the room. He grabbed her wrist bringing it up to his face and looking into Lisa's lust filled eyes inhaled deeply before taking her fingers and their nectar into his mouth. That night Lisa came so hard, and upon sharing this revelation with Sam the next day it seemed she was not alone in her fantasies.
So here she was, waiting for him to open the door, conscious that if she didn't breathe soon she would pass out on the doorstep.
