"Are you here alone, tonight?"
"Not anymore," he replied.
I smiled as I felt my pale cheeks blush. I was so embarrassed. I have never blushed like this before. As my body began to heat, I broke a sweat.
"Would you like to dance with me?" He asked.
"Yes." I tried to not sound too overjoyed.
He wrapped his strong arm around the nape of my neck and led me to the dance floor. I suddenly felt at ease with him. He turned me around, and put his arms around the curve in my back. He held my body close to his. The rippling muscles of his stomach were tight against my breasts. My head spun as he held my body close to his. The rhythm of our steps to the music hypnotized me. I was his for the night.
When we danced, I wanted this to last forever. There was only one other thing I could think of that would be better than the feelings that stirred inside me.
"Would you like to leave this place? You know, go somewhere that we could actually hear each other talk."
"Yes." I answered as he took my hand.
He led me to his car. I gladly followed. We drove to a coffee shop. I hoped he did not see the disappointment in my face. I had something much more intimate in mind, but I always knew I had feelings for him and this would do for now. We sat and talked, laughed, and cried for a couple of hours. He took my hand and gently caressed it. I smiled and lowered my head. He brushed my long auburn hair from my face. I looked up as our eyes became fixed upon one another. With the tips of his fingers, he gently stroked my cheek. My body trembled as his soft lips brushed across mine. He kissed me with the deepest of all kisses. He took me by the hand and led me back to his car. He told me of the room he had for the night.
Upon entering the room, he began to kiss me. With my back against his chest, he brushed my hair over my shoulder. He gently kissed the back of my neck. My body shuttered. His hands were on my hips and slowly glided up my hourglass figure. His hands then found their way around to my chest. He slid his hands down the front of my dress, as my breathing grew heavy. I turned toward him as he continued with the gentle strokes of his lips and tongue against my warm skin.
My lips tasted the salt on his body as he began to sweat. It was the sweetest of all aphrodisiacs. I slowly began to unbutton his shirt. My lips danced delightfully on his chest.
He removed my dress and laid me upon the bed. Do I dare accept the soft, caressing kisses of his tongue in the deepest crevasses of my body? Oh, yes! His tongue slid down my stomach and he gently opened my legs. I let out a moan, as he tasted the sweet juices of my body. I fully accepted him into me. We became one. My chest heaved as our naked bodies pressed tightly together. Together, we reached our climax.
We embraced each other and knew our time together was coming to an end. This was a forbidden love. Without a word, I rose from the bed. I put back on my dress, bent over where he lay, and gently kissed him for one last time. I smiled and left the room.
The next day, my husband grabbed me by the hand as we arrived at the company picnic. We took a seat across from my husband's best friend, a co-worker, and his wife. I brushed my long auburn hair from my face. I looked up as our eyes became fixed upon one another. I smiled and greeted our friends. His dark skin glistened in the sunlight. His wavy black hair accentuated the masculine features of his face.
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