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Guilty Rescue

... up to his lips, taking a sip as she let him know about her two sons. As she was saying the age of the younger son and her own age when she had Jim, the rim of the glass touched his lips but did not tip over as the young man looked up, doing the math in his head to figure out that indeed the mysterious, enchanting woman in front of him was old enough to be considered his mom. He, on the other hand, wasn't even older than her eldest son.

The glass finally tipped over, the crimson liquid coating his tongue as Jim took a sip. The glass of wine lowered a bit, and he smiled as she reciprocated the feeling. Though something she said caught his attention, causing that smile to falter, but she quickly went off to ask him about other married women he knew.

Choosing to ignore her questions for now, Jim tilted his head to the side a bit as he recalled her words. "Punched my way into your life?" he lowered his face a bit, his eyes locked with hers. The tone of his voice chastising her presumptiveness a tiny bit, yet he didn't say it aloud, letting her own words hang in the air for a bit before he took a final sip of the wine. He set the glass down onto the coffee table and sprung to his feet.

"Come on, let's get your clothes off," he said nonchalantly, turning to offer her his hand. That's when Jim looked to her skirt and blazer, stained with dirt and bits of mud from the street.

"I'm sure you'll feel much better after a shower too, and I might have some clean clothes for you ...

... afterwards," he explained, wondering if her mind went to a different place from his earlier suggestion.

After Rachel finished talking, it was her turn to sip the wine as she listened to Jim's words intently. It was definite in her mind; she had a crush on this young man.

"You don't remember? You made easy work of those thugs in that alley," Rachel reminded him, sipping her wine as they continued to converse.

As Jim instructed her to take her clothes off, she stared up at him, looking deep into his eyes as she took a breath, imagining what would happen if she did strip. Did this young man really find me attractive enough to want to see me naked? Where is this going to end? He's basically got his crotch at mouth level; is he expecting a blowjob as thanks for his help? All these thoughts flew through her mind in seconds before she remembered the age gap and the fact she is married. She almost reminded Jim that she is a married woman, but he continued talking. After taking a bigger gulp of the wine, almost finishing her glass, she stared back up at Jim standing above her. "You know, the batcave has some really nice wine," she said, smiling at him. "You don't have to do any of that; you have done more than enough for me tonight that I'm already forever grateful. You may have saved my life tonight," Rachel continued, not wanting to take advantage of Jim's generosity.

Jim noticed her freeze at his earlier suggestion, her eyes glazed over, and he couldn't help but wonder ...