Risk and Reward - Sex Stories

Risk and Reward

As dusk fell, the shadows deepened in my car. Morgan sat in the passenger seat, and when I glanced over at her, I found she was watching me, a smile playing upon her glossed lips. She seemed perfectly at ease in the silence between us, whereas I was gripping the steering wheel with sweaty palms. Not for the first time that evening, I asked myself what the fuck I was doing.

Morgan was eighteen, my daughter's age, yet they were so different. Sienna was constantly chattering; she seemed to hum with energy. Now that she was away at college, I missed her vibrant presence around the house. Morgan had graduated with Sienna, and I knew they were friendly but not particularly close. Still, Morgan made a point to ask about Sienna whenever I stopped in at the diner where she worked. I'd begun eating breakfast there almost every morning, and I always requested that Morgan wait on me.

What had started out as innocent banter while she served me coffee and eggs had recently turned flirtatious. When I showed up in a nice suit, she told me I was looking "especially fine," topping off her compliment with a wink. I knew it was crazy to entertain the idea of something happening between us, but I found Morgan irresistible. My marriage was crumbling, and since Sienna had moved out, my wife and I no longer slept in the same bed. We didn't even try to pretend anymore. I was sexually frustrated and lonely, so when Morgan had leaned across me at the diner this morning to retrieve my empty ...

... water glass, and I felt the brush of her breast against my arm, I asked her if she was free tonight.

She knew I was married, knew we couldn't be seen together in public. Yet she'd nodded and told me, her lips close to my ear, to pick her up outside her house at seven. During one of our previous conversations, she'd mentioned where she lived, and I knew how to get there. I wouldn't even have to make up an excuse to give my wife, for she was working late at the office this evening (or so she said).

I also knew that Morgan lived with her mother, who had health problems. I sensed she didn't go away to college because money was tight, and because she wanted to help care for her mom. It was a lot of responsibility for an eighteen-year-old to shoulder. I felt a wave of guilt for being out with her now. I was twenty-five years her senior, and also married. I knew better than to behave this way.

Morgan seemed to sense my growing discomfort. "You look tense, Will. Don't tell me you're getting cold feet about asking me out tonight."

I gave her a sheepish smile. "Sorry, it's just that this is way out of character for me." I didn't want her thinking I hit on girls my daughter's age all the time.

"We're only going for a drive," she said, keeping her tone light. But she placed her hand against the back of my neck, gently massaging the tension from my muscles. "Relax, okay?" I quickly nodded, feeling like a complete idiot. As Morgan touched me, I caught the scent of something ...