Biding Her Time - Sex Stories

Biding Her Time

... eyebrow. "Do you really want to know about my job?"

I thought a few seconds. "I don't, actually."

Dorian dared to move even closer, the sleeve of his shirt brushing my bare arm. "So, what do you want right now?"

This was my chance, I told myself. I could be free and unrestrained tonight. And I could, for a few hours at least, stop mourning the imminent demise of my marriage. The seductive tone of Dorian's voice, and the growing heat in his stare, made my cheeks flush even more. I could feel my pulse between my thighs, an insistent, needy throb. Fuck, I was getting wet right here in this bar!

Bringing my lips to Dorian's ear, I whispered, "I want you to fuck me."

He released a faint moan at my words. "Oh, I would love to give you what you want." Now we were both breathing a little faster. "My place?"

"Sounds perfect."

We left that bar in record time, with the bartender flashing us a knowing grin. "Have a great night, you two!" she called after us.

The sun hadn't yet begun to set when Dorian and walked across the parking lot. To his credit, he made no move to touch me while we were out in public. "I'll drive," he said. "Later on, I'll bring you back here. Your car will be fine in the meantime."

I nodded, trying to fight back my nervousness. My husband and I had been married almost twenty years, and during that time, I'd never once considered being unfaithful. Now I was about to get into another man's car so we could go to his place and fuck. This ...

... drastic change in my circumstances was as exhilarating as it was frightening.

A true gentleman, Dorian opened the passenger door for me. His attention seemed to be focused solely on the task of getting us somewhere private, but once he joined me in the car, he didn't immediately leave. Instead, he turned and reached for me. I yielded to his firm grasp, allowing him to pull me close. Before I could say a word, he pressed his mouth to mine.

I moaned and slipped my arms around his neck. I could taste whiskey in our first kiss. As Dorian grew more insistent, his tongue meeting mine, I dared to slide a hand down his chest and then lower until my palm settled between his thighs. The feel of his cock, hard and ready, and definitely substantial, made me wild with need. Here we were, fooling around in his car like a couple of horny teenagers, but it was as if my rational mind had bowed out of the scene entirely, leaving raw lust in control.

"I can't wait to be inside you," Dorian murmured against my lips. His hair was a little tousled from my fingers, and I had to wipe a smudge of lipstick from the edge of his mouth. He grinned and kissed my hand. Then we were on our way.

He lived in a nice apartment building only a few minutes from the bar. Glancing around, I was glad to be familiar with my surroundings. While I trusted Dorian, I knew it was smart to remain a bit cautious. "Having second thoughts?" he asked softly.

I turned to him and shook my head. "No way."

Dorian ...