admin

A Taste of Forbidden Fruit
Kathleen saw him turn and look at her, a soft smile of pleasure that she was with him again accompanied by the drift of his eyes over her. To know what lay behind that gaze pleased her, destructive as it would be of ordered ways if she allowed moments such as these, and before, to continue. Somehow, she would have to find the words to tell him, that they both knew it was wrong to continue.
*quot;I couldn't sleep...*quot; she told him in a disconcerted tone, cinching the silken belt of her thin robe a little tighter over her short-hemmed nightdress. Lucas's unflinching look upon her continued to convey what was on his mind.
*quot;And I had some work to do...my day was cut short so that Olivia and I could be here with you and Victor...in time for the charity event that you were so much a part of.*quot;
His voice was light and easy, just as it had been when they had danced and talked over the music, their behaviour with each other something new, his touches and breaths to her skin, when he had held her close in the slower dances quite unexpected and her responses defying all that had gone before between them. The effect had been to arouse a riot of conflicting emotions, the aberrant rush of desire that she had never felt for him before. It gripped her again now.
How can I keep my feelings from him? I'm possessed by thoughts of us and...and an unspeakable desire to have him in me.
Her responses could be explained by the problem she had in her marriage, and the jealousy that her daughter marrying a good-looking and clever man had aroused. It threw into sharper relief what was playing out in her life. So why had Lucas ground against her in the ways that he had as they danced at the charity function? Sure, the dance floor had been crowded, had been way too small, but how he had held her suggested something was on his mind and that she was the answer to.
It's so wrong, all of it...what I did on the dance floor and now what I feel and want from him. It's tearing at my promise, to myself...that I won't let him in...which I know that he wants...I just can't do that. Why is he behaving like this?
She had felt the feelings grow as she twirled and skipped, had been drawn to him and they had laughed in shared pleasure. She had taken in Lucas's look upon her as they did that, the neckline of her evening dress sometimes revealing the pale skin and swell of her freckled breasts, a jewelled necklace nestling in her deep cleavage, then not; the swirling skirt of her dress, the thin fabric, shaping her legs and she had certainly felt the press of him against her belly, against her mound, and on occasion between her legs in a certain and lustful way, that the crush and easing away of dancers around them concealed and made possible.
Whom have I become, a woman of fifty and wanting to be with a guy who lusts after me? It's plain wrong...he knows it and I know it, but...but here we are. The effects of drink and sleeping pills have knocked out our partners, so...who is to know? I would know...
He had pressed against her, and she had not drawn away but had brazenly prolonged those intimate moments, each of them arousing a raging excitement that had her draw in her tummy muscles to quell the rushes of longing for him and the sharing in moments of wanton lust, the reasons for it not easily explained.
The woman who gave so much of her time to charity work, and good causes, had been found out in how she had behaved with him, actions aroused as much by her dismay that she was wanted as by the rush of longing that went way beyond her undoubted fondness for him. For moments on that dance floor, each holding the other so tight, she had felt that she had become one with him, the grind of their bodies a poor substitute for what she had felt, the tumultuous rush of what could only be described as lust for her daughter's man.
Moments ago she had lain awake wondering how, or when, to put him right on what had happened, yet his actions had made her feel wanted, wet, and the manner in which she had responded had made the illicitness of their actions a wayward pleasure that she had to understand, somehow, and to let him know that it could not continue...whatever he had on his mind about them.
Lucas closed down the laptop and turned in his seat, the look of those eyes upon her making her step away and go to the counter, to reach up to a wall cabinet and take a glass from it, the fabric of her night dress lightly brushing over her skin.
Oh help me, someone...oh, that look of his on me.
*quot;Want some grape juice?*quot; she asked in a distracted voice, glancing over her shoulder, reaching for another glass anyway. Kathleen heard his soft laugh and turned to look at him, her dressing gown tightening against her breasts as she did so. The hem Bursa Escort brushed her legs, the slippers she wore only too functional.
Lucas stepped over the tiled floor in his bare feet before leaning past and reaching up. *quot;Here, let me do that, Kathleen. I went easy on the grape juice at the dance...so did you. I noticed.*quot;
She laughed huskily at his poor joke.
I drove us all back home, here, you and me in the front, Olivia and Victor dozing in the back of the car. I wanted it then, and now...to live it out and with you. It's all so crazy, deceitful and destructive.
*quot;Yes...yes, I did, and it was just as well.*quot; That she hadn't drunk too much still didn't explain her behaviour with him on the dance floor or when she had been driving and his brazen, hidden, touch to her thigh more than she could bear.
*quot;We had fun together...didn't we?*quot; he smiled on slowly putting an arm about her waist. *quot;I couldn't help notice how it was for you...*quot;
She stopped the progress of his hand. *quot;Yes, we did...but we need to get back to how it once was between us before we did things on that dance floor. I just don't know what happened to make me do that...*quot;
Oh, help me someone! I'm saying one thing but want another...want to get lost, if only once and with him!
She had always been taken by his strong, unblinking gaze when they talked, how he always looked you in the eye. She wondered about a fiery temperament that might fit the man with his reddish, brown, hair that was wept back from his somewhat square face, his eyebrows straight as if drawn on some cartoon character's features. And yet his smiling lips were soft and his neatly clipped beard aging him, lent Lucas a certain aura...that of a thoughtful man and was again to be seen in his eyes upon her.
How long have you thought of seducing me...trying to do that and for what reason? You sure did keep this trait in you hidden...the horny guy who looks around for another to tamp...whom to seduce...someone to fuck...whatever the word and circumstances might be. Is it to be just once and then never again...do we surrender to the moment and then live on, somehow, afterward?
She sought to break free of his caresses, the press of his fingers after tugging open the front of her dressing gown and the questing and certain brush of them over her mons, the slip of silk in her crack before his hand cupped it, she having parted her legs, enough, to allow him access. He kissed her slowly, gently, with no more than a light brush of his mouth to her lips and being allowed to do so.
'I want this, Kathleen...want it all and with you.'
*quot;Stop...stop!*quot; she gasped, her eyes widened in fear and in dismay, her reaction only to be met by another slow kiss to her parted lips, then as he bent to kiss the tumble of her breasts, outlined by the thin fabric of her nightdress. *quot;Lucas...Lucas...stop...you must stop!*quot;
*quot;Meet me in this...meet me in this, please? I ache for you...*quot;
*quot;How do you think I feel when you touch me like that? But why...why now?*quot;
He moved to stand before her, Kathleen's hands on his chest seeking to restrain him, but she felt the press of his hard prick against her belly, failed to stop him as he again ground against her but this time in the seclusion and stillness of her home. She shivered as the rush of wayward longing coursed through her veins, gripped her belly and where he was pressing against her. She saw the bulge in his lounge pants, touched it with trembling hands as she looked down.
He met those touches, breathed in Kathleen's scent, delighted in the silken smoothness of her black air that she had tied loosely in a knot at the nape of her neck.
*quot;No explanations...just live for the moment with me...do that, please, Kathleen?*quot;
Her mind raced, was in turmoil. Do I surrender to my baser instincts...what he believes I want to do...gave him a sign of wanting it all and with him when we danced and again now? I didn't pull away from him...far from it. I won't now...how can I when he makes me feel the way I do?
His fingers tugged on her hard nipples through the fabric of her nightdress, his lips settled over one breast, then the other as she clung to him, bucked her hips to meet the claims of his hand and fingers, felt he soft brush of her nightgown over the skin of her enervated thighs, before...before he lifted it to her waist and a hand was on her bush...his fingers in her slit...caressed her clit before one entered her body, fingered her in slow deepening strokes. She moved to meet them, looked down to what she was now sharing so blatantly and had no wish to stop.
*quot;Just once...just once*quot; she snorted through wayward kisses, wondering where he would take her. She loved to feel his hands on her body as she reached down and tugged free Bursa Escort Bayan his prick, felt him shiver as she parted her legs and guided him between them. *quot;Brush it over me...that's all...and try to be quiet.*quot;
How could she even think it, to ask that of a horny young man? She wanted him in her...
*quot;I'm wondering how...*quot;
It felt so good, her slicked heat on the sides of his prick as he moved slowly forward and back in these ways of caressing her, making the woman close to him ready for what would surely follow, heard the soft gasps of breath as Kathleen let him find his way, leant back with her hands on the work top and her body there for him to claim in this teasing, controlled way...so he thought.
*quot;Lucas...Lucas...this is unreal, but it feels so good you doing that and to me. I love your touch....I'm loving what your prick's doing to me down there...I'm so close to wanting you inside me.*quot;
Her pussy pulsed with an unstoppable longing. She tugged on his hair, brought Lucas in for deep, snorting kisses, was in thrall to him as they stumbled backwards towards the kitchen table and the benches arranged down each side. The fabric top of one soon brushed the back of her legs as he made her turn.
*quot;Lie down...lie back on that,*quot; he kissed as her legs were parted and her feet placed on the floor on each side, the fabric rough against her thighs. He pulled her to one end and looked own at her exposed body, the soft curve of her belly, the tumble of those wonderful breasts and their proud nipples. Lucas tapped the end of his penis to her wet slit, saw her fingers touch and brush over them. *quot;Yes, open the way...open the way for me...lift your legs....do that for me, wonderful Kathleen...I sure want you.*quot;
*quot;Bring it to me...bring it to me...now!*quot; she whimpered, lost in the moment of her fall to his claims and hungering wishes. That hard swollen length of flesh had to be inside her, to quell the ache of longing and close out the intrusive thought of how far she had fallen, the betrayal of others, no matter what the problems were in their lives.
I want you...my girl's man...forgive me for this.
She shuddered on feeling his hips brush her thighs, lifted them as Lucas slowly entered, his thrusts deepening and her tugs on him soon setting a rhythm. Lucas leant over her and she felt his hands behind her head to help him balance, his thrusts and sinuous movements of his hips stretching her beyond all reckoning.
*quot;Lucas...I...I....you're finding me...and it feels so good,*quot; she moaned against his chest, the pulses of pleasure beyond all reckoning, how she felt compelled to gyrate her hips, as best she could, to meet him, to really feel Lucas plumb her body and that she could not keep from enjoying and giving back what she could. She gloried in the tempo that had been set, loved to hear the soft slurping sounds that they made as he sought to find her, to pound against her butt cheeks and to feel her drag on him as best as the seat, that she lay on, allowed. Comfort had been forsaken, the urgency to share in the act overwhelming them.
*quot;You want to love and be loved...want that with me now,*quot; he kissed, the lightness of his voice at odds with how he took her.
*quot;Yes! I won't say any more on that!*quot;
Kathleen tugged on him, the slicked heat of her haven wrapped around his driving prick making him ragingly aware of his orgasm building, the pressure in his belly and sac like nothing he had experienced so quickly, the wantonness, the waywardness of taking Kathleen, inflaming every sense and nerve.
Now they were doing it, there was no longer any need for restraint, but he awkwardly gripped the frame of the bench to stop it sliding over the floor. He really did not want any distractions from the main purpose of taking her with him in all that they sought of each other, the urgency revealed by snatched kisses and fierce clamp of hands, the brush of her legs to his body as best as her perch allowed.
*quot;You want it like this...you wonder?*quot; Lucas kissed.
Kathleen nodded against his lips.
He bent to take one nipple in his mouth, then the other, the bodice of her nightdress tight against them and inviting his attention. He had wanted to share such moments with her the previous evening, the delay only heightening his ardour to know of them...and of her, fully and deeply.
*quot;Whatever I want,*quot; she breathed hotly, gripping his arms fiercely as Lucas claimed her in sinuous, stretching thrusts, *quot;or is right no longer matters, I've become yours!*quot;
Her wicked tugging on him could no longer be endured. He felt his cum build in his sac and his prick seemed to swell as she gripped his hips fiercely with her legs. He claimed her wonderful breasts, concealed beneath the thin fabric of her nightdress and he Escort Bursa buried his face between them.
Kathleen groaned and she stopped in her claims on him, took in quickening breaths. *quot;Luc...Lucas...I'm...I'm there...oh God...you've brought me there!*quot;
*quot;I'm there too,*quot; he groaned, overwhelmed by what she did for him. as Kathleen bucked her hips as best she could to match his rhythm as he moved quickly in and out of her body in a frenzy of lustful intent, the ache in his belly alerting him to how close she had brought him to a rush of fulfilment, *quot;I'm with you!*quot;
She felt so alive, wanton, pleasured. She thought, I shouldn't be loving this...the mayhem of all that I'm sharing with him, my body possessed and my mind on nothing but Lucas and what he seeks of me, to share with me, for me to prolong with him...
She breathed in sharply, shuddered at the very moment that he burst and in time with the waves of her orgasm that coursed through her body, as Lucas let loose bolts of semen and slammed into her until he had emptied his lust for her and that she had drawn from him.
*quot;Jeez...I didn't know pleasure could hurt so much!*quot;
Kathleen felt him collapse on her, met a slow kiss as languour slowly took a hold and she felt less of him inside her. He would shrink, but what had been brought to her was unlike anything she knew of with Victor.
Shivering from the last of his deepest caresses, she felt Lucas ease from her, and Kathleen held out her hands to him. He gripped them as she was slowly pulled up, to sit on the bench and to smooth her nightgown down over her hips, the folds at the front covering where she had taken him...or had he forced himself on her?
No, she had wanted him to take her and do that in an unconventional way, a different place, all of it wild and destructive of the ordered ways that she had lived through with Victor and with Lucas on the margins of that life.
*quot;Just where do we go with this...go from here, Lucas...where, oh where?*quot; she asked in a wondering voice, looking at him as he tidied himself up. He had left a mark deep within her body but not, as far as she could tell on her skin. They ached, but she looked at her thighs and where he had been in the last moments before their shared orgasms had overwhelmed them like an unstoppable tide.
*quot;Know that I'm here for you.. and that it's separate from what I have with Olivia...Livy...and not a substitute for that. We have our moments...just as I understand you and Victor have them. We help each other through...it's what I felt that you needed from me tonight...when we danced...and again now, just now...most of all, just now.*quot;
She watched him go and sit down again at the table, saw the laptop's screen come to life. Se soon closed the space between them, brushed her fingers over his neck.
*quot;You're...you're...you're not,*quot; she stammered, in dismay at the change in him and how he so easily put from his mind what they had done,, *quot;going to do some more work...after what we've just shared, are you? Get some rest...go back to Livy. This...what we've done has to pass...it has to.*quot;
He reached up and pressed the fingers of one hand to her lips.
*quot;My mind's still on you...how I'm going to live with what has happened....*quot;
*quot;Just as I will...*quot;
How was she to consider this as being a one-night stand after being taken like never before, the raging wantonness of it that had taken both of them to new heights?
He continued to look up at her, to then brush a hand over her hips and drew Kathleen to him, moved his hand over the back of her thighs and between them, let his eyes drift over the delicious tumble of those breasts that he had scarcely claimed, their warm fleshy wonder, as she bent forward to kiss him goodnight.
*quot;I've tasted forbidden fruit...have to wait and see if I lose that hunger. Looking at you now, I'm not so sure that I will.*quot;
*quot;We'll see, won't we?*quot;
Kathleen stood over him. She shivered as she held his head to her belly and felt the warmth of his breaths before he sat up, pressed his face between the tumble of her breasts and she kept it there. *quot;Good night, Lucas...it's been a night like no other.*quot;
How am I going to stop this, when he's made me feel so good? I don't need to be jealous, or envious of Olivia...it's like Lucas said, I too have tasted forbidden fruit. For once, I'm not bothered that Victor and Olivia took sleeping pills, though I'll have to find a way to deal with the guilt of what I've done...and needed to discover with a young man who wanted me.
She looked back and saw that he had followed her progress until she stood at the edge of darkness in the hallway. She had found distraction in his arms and what had been impetuously shared with him. It was enough to have done that, surely, and not to become lost in her hopes for any future in it. Where could an affair possibly go, their lives so distinct? She had loved but had not become lost.
I've strayed. How can I live with what I have done?
Kathleen blew him a kiss and then she was gone.
?