Interlude

Submitted to Allurestorm by Alden Bradley

“I love my husband,” she whispered.  Our lips were barely apart after a steaming kiss.

“I know you do,” he responded, his eyes searching hers, attempting to read her.  “I love my wife, too”

“What are we doing, then?” she asked, leaning in to capture his bottom lip with her teeth.  When she released him, he licked her top lip.

“Giving in to the desire?” he asked.

She shook her head. 

“You know you’ve got it, don’t you?” he asked.  “You’ve got that innate sexual aura that drives people like me mad with desire.”

She wasn’t beautiful in contemporary terms.  She was short, maybe five-four.  Her dark hair was pulled back.  There was nothing in her face that even hinted at the smoldering sexuality she exuded.  Shapley, but certainly not glamorous, she drove him wild.

“I don’t do it on purpose,” she whispered into his mouth.

“But you like the effect you have.”

“I’ve never acted on it before.”

“You feel the same desire?” he asked.

She was silent then kissed him tenderly.  “Yes.  For some strange reason I just have to have you.”

Their lips met in a moist, passionate searching as they both tugged at their clothing.  The broke away from each other only long enough to remove shirts and tops, their mouths devouring each other.

“I want you so much,” he gasped, his hands roaming across her back, circling to the front to caress her breasts.

“I’m here,” she replied, her voice soft with desire.

They moved together toward the tousled bed.  He lay her down and looked into her smoky, dark eyes.  His lips attached to the nipple of her left breast and she gasped.

“Just fuck me, please,” she moaned.  “I want you inside me.”

He eased over her and let her guide his erect manhood to her steaming love canal.

“Ease into me,” she directed.  “I want to feel every sensation.”

He pressed his hips forward, feeling the warmth as her flesh opened for him and closed tightly in the caress of desire.

“We’ve been good for days,” he noted gently, reminding her that they had worked together on the four-day project, both aware of the attraction, but restraining themselves.

“No more,” she said dreamily.  “Now I have you just where I’ve wanted you.”

“And the whole world be damned,” he growled, feeling himself swell with his lust.

“Is it as good as you’d hoped?” she asked seriously.

“It is all I’ve been yearning for and more,” he responded.  “You are hot, and tight, and moist, and marvelous, just as I knew you would be.”

“Take me, then,” she ordered.

She whimpered with the anticipation of her release as he pounded his hardness into her.  The whimper gave way to a series of quiet moans that matched the rhythm of his strokes.  She gripped his shoulders, opened her mouth and cried out as the climax overwhelmed her.

“Come in me, come in me,” she repeated insistently, humping her hips to meet his thrusts.

“Are you sure?” he grunted through his exertion.

“Oh, God, yes!  Come in me now!” she cried.

He felt himself lose control, a muscle contraction in his thighs giving way to a wave of release sweeping through him.

“I’m coming!” he moaned.  “Oh, God, you are so incredible!”

As they reluctantly dressed, an atmosphere of muted embarrassment seemed to waft over them.

“Will you tell Jason?” he asked her.

“Heavens, no!” she snapped out.  “He would be devastated.”

They buttoned and latched for a few more seconds.

“Are you going to tell Leigh?”

He shook his head.  “She’d be pissed.  She suspected this had already happened.  I’ve been paying for it for days.  I’m not about to confirm her suspicions.”

She stepped toward the closed door before he stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“What are we going to do?” he asked her softly.

“Nothing,” she replied, her voice nearly a whisper.  “You stay in your building, and I’ll stay in mine.”

“So it ends here?  Now?”

“It has to,” she said firmly.

“I thought we were pretty good together,” he noted.

“Too good,” she nodded.  “This could develop into something ugly and destructive if we let it.  You don’t want that, do you?”

“Of course not,” he smiled ruefully.  “It’s just that…”  He stopped.

“No,” she told him, with a tinge of kindness.  “It ends while we still have the ability; before it spirals out of control.”

“I will always treasure this.”

She took his head between her hands and looked him in the eyes.  She kissed him tenderly.  “So will I,” she said.  “Now go home to your wife.”

He gave a soft chuckle.  “Back into frying pan.”

“If you’ll love her like you just loved me, your marriage will improve.  I guarantee it.”

“I will still want you every time I see you.”

“Then don’t see me.  Don’t look for me.  Don’t search me out.  I am gasoline for your fire.  We will both get horribly burned.”

“I’m already aching for you,” he confessed.

“Go home.  See this for what it is; an aberration.  It will never happen again.”

“Of course you’re right,” he sighed.

“It was a gift we gave each other.  But the gift-giving season is over and we both have to re-enter reality.  Be happy.”

He nodded and released her. 

She stepped through the door and was gone.

He pulled out his phone and pressed a speed-dial number.  He strode through the door and closed it behind him as he listened to the ring indicator.  When she answered he smiled and descended the steps.

“Honey,” he said, “I’m on my way.  I think you and I have earned a Mexican vacation.  How does Cozumel sound?”

Submitted by:

Alden Bradley

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