She is like a d**g
Damm, the coffee pot is empty. Whoever takes the last cup should make a new pot! As I set out to tell my coworkers my irritation, the email notification dinged:
“Looking forward to lunch next Wednesday. Let me know what you want for me to bring - Julie”
My fingers flew over the keyboard as I responded. “Bring? I thought we were going out for lunch?”
Bing! “I thought I would bring some food and we could eat outside. Do you mind or do you think that's kind of weird -Julie”
No, not at all. I'm not picky. Just bring whatever.
But I did think it was kind of weird.
My friend Shelia worked in the same law office as I did. Two weeks ago, Shelia’s mother had passed away. With Shelia being Jewish, I was very unsure about attending. You see, Shelia and I had been friends for at least 10 years. We met in law school and our families were close. I had spent time with her husband, and she with my wife. Our c***dren played together. And as far as religion was concerned, I have attended their synagogue and they have been to our church – simply out of respect for each other. But then her mother passed away. Attending the occasional synagogue was not enough to make me comfortable in Jewish customs to know what to do at a funeral. Would I know what to say? I certainly did not want to embarrass my friend on her day of grieving.
That's where I met Julie, another of Sheila's best friends. Julie was also Jewish and attended the same synagogue. I had met Julie at a couple functions hosted by Shelia. Julie worked in a competitor’s law firm and had collaborated on several cases due to related accounts.
I always had a major crush on Julie. Look in the dictionary under “cute’ and you would see her picture. She was only 5’1”and always wore her black hair in a short bob. She always had a smile. And MAN, that body! She was once a gymnast and now taught aerobics.
But she was out of bounds. Well, for starters she was married with two young c***dren and so was I. I was not going to be one of those slimy guys picking up women at work and cheat on their wife! Another reason, we shared the same friendship in Shelia. I doubt if Shelia would be too thrilled about her two best friends cheating on their spouses Oh hell, I guess I could make myself to be all moralistic but I also know another fact. Julie was way out of my league. Self doubt reigns supreme!
So Shelia suggested Julie and I spend the day together at the funeral. Julie would be with me to make sure I stood when I needed to stand, sat when I needed to sit and say the right things.
The day came. And while Julie looked wonderful, I wanted to keep my attention on Shelia. She needed me. Man, was I nervous. I felt like all eyes were on me, the clueless guy who doesn't seem to know what to do.
But I made it through the service and the burial and thought I was in the clear. Then I found out we were to go to Shelia's home…for a dinner and more prayers? Less people would be in her home than were in the service and I would REALLY show my ignorance about Hebrew language and prayers.
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Julie grabbed my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze as we were walking back to the car. “The dinner doesn’t start for another two hours, lets go and have fun!”
“But Shelia asked us to go straight there. Don't you think she'll need us?”
“Nah, she has plenty of f****y.”
What could I do? Julie was my ride. So, despite my reservations, I let her take me around town. We bought some health snacks at local deli, picked up her k**s at school, dropped them off at grandmas home. We then went back to her place where we sat and ate the snacks. We talked and talked about anything and everything. We laughed. I even forgot about the funeral until she reminded me that we had the dinner to go to.
When we arrived at Shelia’s, it was clear that she was angry. “I told you guys to come right over! I needed help with the meal and setting up chairs and just for you to be with me! I told you to come right over and that was THREE hours ago!” She stood looking back and forth between us with me staring at the floor feeling guilty and ashamed. I felt she could see right through me. Julie just smiled and walked into another room to greet guests. I asked sheepishly if there was any food left. By the end of the evening, I was hoping Shelia forgave me. But I was so glad it was over.
I felt a connection with Julie that I know I shouldn't feel. I am married. So is she. She gets my lust moving with many erotic thoughts, but I love my wife and c***dren. I am NOT going to mess that up. No matter how much excitement Julie could bring! Boring job, boring marriage of 26 years. But that 's the way it is suppose to be, right? When you act “responsibly?
As I got out of her car that evening, she suggested we get together for lunch in two weeks. My intelligence said No, but my dick was talking a different language. And now, an email not only confirming the date but making it sound like a picnic…with a woman I am lusting over; and who can cause me a lot of trouble! Now what?
The day before the lunch,my emailed binged again.
“Listen, when we get together for lunch tomorrow, just sort of go with it. I just want to be silly and be different for once. She signed it, See ya tomorrow! Julie.”
Great. Now what does THAT mean? I should be curious, right? Maybe even excited?
No, try worried, nervous, yet intrigued
The day came. Her car screeched to a halt beside me as I stood outside waiting. She always did drive fast. As I got in, my mouth dropped open. I was speechless, still staring at her as she drove out of the parking lot and onto the busy road. She started laughing. “Well SAY something!”
Julie was dressed in a red red, knee-length, formal dress.It was clear she had hiked it up some as she drove, showing off her smooth legs. The cut of the dress was so low, that from my perspective, I could see the top of her pert breast as it gaped in front when she leaned forward.
“Um…I didn’t realize it was formal,” I stammered. I hadn't had court that morning so I had been dressed pretty casual. Now I felt under dressed, which was a change for me.
“Silly, it’s not formal occasion. Just some lunch! I just bought this dress yesterday and I thought I would try it out.”
“You BOUGHT the dress simply to go eat somewhere during work hours? With ME?”
She blushed and did not answer.
She took us to a lake with picnic tables where we could enjoy the beautiful, early spring day. People were walking, jogging or riding around the lake enjoying the break from winter. I had to admit, it all felt great.
She unloaded a basket with cheese, lunch meat, strawberries and whipped cream, champagne glasses and white wine. This sure beats the potato chips and Oreos I am used to! She smiled as we ate and talked. Nothing was left untouched in our conversations. We talked about families, our jobs, what it was like growing up; but there was one subject that we didn't touch. Us.
At one point, she leaned over to pour me another glass of wine and I saw almost her entire breast. The top of her areola was showing. The nipple was pushing up over her dress. I tried to be a gentleman, just like my father instructed me so long ago. I quickly looked away and stammered, “Um, you're...spilling out a little.”
She turned my head and looked me in the eye. “Its okay. You can look. Its just for fun, you know.”
I know. I know it's stupid. What does it take to hit me over the head? My heart was pounding as my brain struggled with what little bl**d was left to analyze the situation. She was seducing me, right? I mean, what other red bl**ded man wouldn’t jump at the chance to have THIS woman. But I am married. She is married. And after all, she did say not to take it seriously…that it is just for fun. Clearly, my cock was still influencing my decision making skills. I thought back to the times I would see her at Shelia's home for gatherings. Or at conferences for work. My heart would stop, my cock get hard, and I would want her. And now, here I was at a lake seeing her breasts and enjoying food and conversation. Please don't wake me from this dream.
She hiked her dress up again as we got in the car, and left it that way throughout the drive. It was quiet. I kept glancing at her legs. I swear she would open her legs just a little to allow me to look at her inner thighs. So I did what every man might do in this situation. I reached out and put my hand on her leg.
And she picked up my hand and put it back in my lap.
Ah, ok. I get it. A tease. A woman who simply wants to know she still has it. A woman who gets excited knowing a guy is a slobbering fool for her. Give him a quick peek and giggle at his reaction. Well, THAT is NOT going to be me. I got out of the car, thanked her for the meal and walked into my office.
I felt guilty, embarrassed, used, and definitely stupid. No more. Really.
That is, until the next day when my email binged. My heart pounded as I anticipated the sender.
Can we get together again? I had a good time. Hope you did too.
I wrote back some general excuses…that I had several important cases to take to court, had several depositions to take, etc.
She wouldn’t be put off.
Oh c’mon. Next Wednesday at noon. Come to my house! I will MAKE us lunch this time.
What was it about her? She was like a d**g. I couldn’t say no.
I arrived at their upper middle class home that next Wednesday, not knowing what I was doing there. There was a neatly groomed yard and a large picture window on the front of the house. A driveway that swept around the side to a large three car garage in the back. Her husband was a doctor, but that did not explain the money. He worked in a poor medical clinic in the inner city. Made very small money. She had complained about his lack of initiative, how much medical school debt they had, and how she made twice his salary. She felt he had done enough service for “humanity” and now it was time to get on staff with the University Hospital in the area. But he refused. And she did not like it!
She had given me instructions about today's lunch. She told me that she might might not hear the bell, so just come in. That felt really weird. I am not used to just walking into people's homes, especially a woman's. No, make that a woman who appears to want me. But also one with whom I must be careful. I could end up messing up BOTH our marriages! I heard my father from long ago in my ear: “Make wise choices.”
I knocked on the door. No answer. I tried the doorknob. Of course it would be unlocked. As I walked in, I tried calling out.
“Hello? Julie? Anyone home?” The front foyer took me past the kitchen and large sunken living room. “Hey Julie?” Just as I was about ready to leave, I noticed a hallway running off to the right obviously this was where bedrooms were. At the end of the hall, a door stood ajar. “Hey Julie? Its me.”
“C’mon in and have a seat,” came a voice from the back room.
I entered slowly and saw it was the master suite. Huge bedroom, king size bed, with the door of a walk-in closet open. The closet was bigger than my entire bedroom! There was a large dresser with pictures of her wedding and several of her c***dren. From the master bath, there was the sound of a shower running. “Just sit there on the end of the bed,” she called from behind the bathroom door.
Okay, weird item number 1. She tells me to just walk into her house.
Weird item number 2. She has me wait on the bed while she is showering in the bathroom.
Weird item number 3: No lunch was started in the kitchen.
Just as I started to get up and tell her I was going back to the living room to wait, the shower shut off.
“I was just sweaty from this morning and wanted to get cleaned up. I will only be a minute,” she called from the other side of the bathroom door.
Okay, put yourself in MY shoes. Yes, I should have seen what was happening, but that whole bl**d in cock instead of brain thing was going on again.. Not to mention, it was hard to believe that someone would be so aggressive – especially toward me! I had such a crush on this woman that was possibly clouding my outlook. Now everything seemed so hazy, as if I was dreaming the whole thing. And I had already told my father talking in my ear to shut up! I will handle this! Ok, I think I got this under control. Get alittle eye full while she dresses, then lunch.
The bathroom door opened up. And Julie stood in the doorway, with a towel wrapped around her.
"AHHHH....." she screamed excitedly. And I was tackled. No, I was slammed into the bed as if a linebacker had slammed a quarterback into the turf. I flew back from the hit laying flat on my back. The top half of her body was laying on top of me while the bottom half lay at a slight angle. There was no way to know where the damn towel went! She pressed her lips on mine hard. Her mouth opened up and her tongue insisted on probing my mouth, begging my tongue to come out and play. She was already moaning in my mouth, seeking, devouring, practically sucking my lips into hers. As she is kissing me, I am trying to make sense as to what happened. I am sitting on the edge of the bed and a woman just flew at me, started sucking on my face.....naked!
Oh my god, she is NAKED. That's right! She had my hands pinned over my head. The last little bit of my control ebbed away. I tugged them loose and folded them around her. Her skin felt like silk. Her hair and body smelled like bath salts. Our tongues danced and probed hungrily. I pulled from her lips and turned her onto her back. I looked down at her breasts. Perfect C-cups,pink nipples standing at attention with aerolas about the size of a quarter.
Our bodies were pressed together at the waist so I couldn't see beyond her flat, toned stomach. But I wasn't looking that far down. I was in rapt attention at her breasts. Normally I am not a "breast man" but hers were simply perfect. I leaned down, licked one nipple. She put her hands on top of my head and pressed it onto her breast asking me to take it deeper.
I began to suck and her hips rose off the bed while she moaned,"Oh god that feels good...."
My hands gently slipped down. Softly stroking her flat stomach, I could feel abdominal muscles twitching. I stroked around to her thighs then onto her mound. I cupped my hand there and felt curls of hair. Pleasantly surprised that she kept her pussy covered with a nice bush, my fingers slid between the lips.
As my finger instantly found her button standing up,she started getting really vocal,"Sssssss...oh god....I didn't expect something like this to happen."
Later I would look back at that comment and laugh. She set the whole thing up! Who was she k**ding? You don't come flying at a guy with just a towel on and not think something would happen.
However, I was in sensory overload with her smell, her moans, the touch of the wetness between her folds. She took her hand and pressed down on my finger that was lightly dancing on her clit.
"I like hard pressure on it," she breathed.
Without saying a word, I pressed down,back and forth with firm pressure. She started to moan more loudly, her hips rising as she cried out in sexual passion. She stiffened, her legs pushing together to trap my hand, her voice loud in my ear. I felt a rush of liquid squirt into my hand before she collapsed. I raised up and looked at her. Her cheeks had a sexy, pink flush.
She smiled and said, "I'm not done.” She turned me onto my back and put her legs on either side of my waist. She pressed my dick between her folds and rocked back and forth,pressing down firm when the tip would come into contact with her clit. "Uh-huh, uh-huh...yeah...oh, just like that....uh-huh...keep going, she panted over and over. She was clearly going for another only using my dick this time. When she started to cum, she raised up and quickly slipped my dick into her dropping down quickly up to the hilt. "Oh god....yes."
I felt her spasm and another wash of liquid enguled my dick. She began pressing her pubic bone against my pubic hair and was moving side to side trying to get herself off a third time...
But I could only hold out for so long. The woman I had such a crush on...this cute, sparkly, athletic woman who smelled like a fresh bath...who had thrown herself at me...was fucking me.......I could not hold out. I came and came hard. I was totally lost in the orgasm,feeling spurt after spurt rising up to be thrown deep inside her.....
"Oh yeah.,uh-huh," she said as she lifted the top of her body off mine to simply watch my face during the orgasm.
When I was spent, she slipped my dick out of her and I felt her wetness and my spunk drip from her onto my belly. As she started to slide off me to the left, she grabbed hold of me and pulled me onto her. She reached down to my cock and placed it at her entrance. To my surprise, I was still hard. I had never gotten off twice...at least not since my teen years!
I slipped back into her having trouble feeling the sides of her tunnel; not because she wasn't tight,oh no,it was because I was pushing to a pool of warm, wet liquid. Her legs flew up straight into a large V. She grabbed my hips and would not let me move up and down. Instead she ground her vulva into my pubic bone again,smashing and slipping back and forth.
She screamed out again,"Oh I can't stand it anymore...unnnnhhhhh."
I watched her face. It was totally red.and scrunched up in ecstasy. ; only this time, her voice came out more like a shriek.I instantly came, groaning and spurting the left over spunk into her until I was completely spent.
I slipped off and held her.
"I haven't been fucked like that in a long time." She smiled. "I didn't plan this....really!"
I didn't answer. Anything I would say at this point would sound juvenile,accusatory,and just plain stupid. After all,I could have left at the start.I could have pushed her off and not done it. I could have demanded that she put the towel back on.
But I didn't. I heard my father once again: “Be sure your sins will find you out.” Shut up, dad! I didn't feel guilty...at least not yet.I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right......
I thought about her as I drove home that night. I thought of the event, remembered my wife,. felt the stickiness of her still on my dick.
She is too beautiful....I am really stuck. I should just tell her no, avoid her.
Bus the is like a d**g....a habit I will be unable to kick.
