Crossing a line. Pt1 [FM] [Slow burn] [Teasing]

I finally did it. After 3 months of hard work, my project was finally coming to an end. All that was left was a couple of weeks to tie up loose ends and I was finished. The week before, my coworker, Mark, had casually mentioned going out to celebrate and when he saw my face light up, it was decided. So, all day we chatted about what we should do after work. He was from the area so I relied on him to decide where we would go. A couple months ago he had dragged me out to have dinner and drinks, saving me from a frozen meal or takeout alone in my hotel room, only to find out I can just about keep up with him shot for shot. It had become almost a weekly occurrence ever since.

I told my husband that I would be staying in town one extra night this week to go out to have some fun and still be safe. He had been very understanding as each week in this job I would stay in a hotel close to work instead of driving home late at night. Neither of us would admit it but it was a relief and an excuse for both of us to ignore the issues we were having. But tonight? Tonight, would be a night to celebrate a job well done.

Mark and I made our way to dinner before heading to a bar for some live music. A very casual Mexican restaurant with great food and cold margaritas. We had become closer over the last few weeks and found we could talk to each other about anything, including the issues I had been having in my marriage and the problems between him and his now ex-girlfriend. It was easy to talk to Mark and he had a knack for being able to level me out when the job got stressful. Our personalities balanced each other’s nicely and while at first, I thought he was a total flirt, I came to know a genuinely nice man who worked hard and cared about the people around him.

Dinner was enjoyed with easy conversation and lots of drinks. We made our way to the bar and several of his friends that I had met previously joined us. We played pool, listened to the band, ordered several rounds, and had a great time. As the music ended, it was decided that we would go to another popular bar amongst the group to finish out the night. Mark and I clumsily plopped into stools at the bar, and he ordered us drinks. I’d already had a lot to drink but didn’t want the night to end. A friend of Mark’s that I hadn’t met before sat down next to him and they started chatting. I was leaning slightly towards Mark with my hand on his shoulder for balance as my mind went in and out of focus. It had been a while since I had this much alcohol and I knew I needed to slow down. I sipped my drink slowly as I tried to concentrate on the TV in front of me. My hand found its way to Mark’s neck, and I mindlessly started playing with the hair at the back of his head. I felt a warm weight on my knee as Mark settled his large hand there, gently rubbing his thumb over my knee cap. It was soothing and helped ground me as my head started to swim. I rested my chin in my left hand as my right continued to play with his soft, dark hair. His hand shifted and slowly started making its way up my thigh. So slowly, in fact, that I barely noticed the movement and progression of his fingers. Then, his fingertips brushed against me on the outside of my jeans. A jolt went through me and deep into my stomach. My fingers gripped his hair quickly and tightly and he jumped, moving his hand away quickly and I mine. I was trying to control my breathing as Mark swung around in his bar stool to look at me, his eyes wide.

“I’m so sorry, Grace! I-I forgot who was sitting next to me. I didn’t mean to.”

He looked worried as I gathered my thoughts to respond. We had chemistry for sure and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to him, but I was married. Neglected and unhappy, but married just the same and up until recently, he had been in a committed relationship. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to forget about the warmth that I felt between my legs.

“It’s okay, Mark, really. No problem at all”

He shifted in his seat, and I saw him adjust his jeans ever so slightly out of the corner of my eye. I groaned internally as I realized they had tightened.

“It just felt so good, you running your nails through my hair. I forgot where I was.” He chuckled lightly, still eyeing me as I tried to control my breathing. “Are you okay?”

I forced my head to turn and meet his eyes.

“Uh-huh… just surprised me is all. And…well…” I hesitated. He knew about how dry my bedroom had been. He knew that my husband had become more of a roommate than a partner, let alone a lover. I could say this to him, and he’d know what I meant. “It’s just been a while, you know?”

“I thought things were getting better?”

“Not really, no. It has been a few months and last time was rather disappointing. Pretty vanilla with neither of us finishing.”

He stood up from his seat to greet another friend who had arrived, and I tried not to look down at his crotch. He made his way to my other side and leaned close to my ear to whisper “Well, if it wasn’t for that ring, I would take care of you right now” and walked away.

A chill ran down my spine and the warmth that had started to subside suddenly worsened and grew to spread through my legs and stomach. Every sex dream I had had about Mark came flooding through my mind. Visions of me pinned against the wall with his strong hands running through my hair as his mouth kissed and bit my mouth and neck, then making their way further down my body. Each time I’d seen an outline of his member through his work pants, or when he wore this particular polo that stretched around his thick, strong arms at the perfect spot. I swallowed past the dryness in my mouth. Did he have any idea what that statement was doing to me? I was practically creaming my lace underwear sitting in this busy bar. I zoned in and out as I tried not to imagine taking him into the bathroom to see what was really under those jeans. I heard my name being shouted, I refocused my eyes and found Mark and his friend Lacey waving at me. I waved back and reminded myself, Lacey was the type of woman Mark found attractive, not me. We had talked about it several times before, how he had tried getting with Lacey on numerous occasions only to strike out. Same with our friend Katie. They were both taller and skinny with perfectly petite pear-shaped bodies. Basically, the exact opposite of me, short and curvy with large breasts and thick thighs. This helped clear my head of my daydreams. He had said it himself, he forgot who was sitting next to him. Mark was drunk. I was drunk. There wasn’t anything else there between us other than that. I finished my drink quickly and got up from my seat. I precariously walked past them towards the door. Mark grabbed my arm and turned me towards him.

“Where are you going?”

I blinked up into his hazel eyes.

“I think I need to call it a night.” My eyes glassy and face flush, I could easily say I had hit my limit with the alcohol. “I’ll walk back to my hotel; it isn’t far from here.”

“Like hell” Mark said softly. “Chuck and I will drive you back, he’s my DD tonight anyway. Stay right here.” He demanded then walked away to close the tab. Lacey smiled at me, looking concerned, and I promised I was okay while trying not to compare myself to her. Mark walked back, hugged Lacey, and escorted me outside while calling Chuck.

“We’ll meet you at the parking lot” he said over the phone before hanging up. Mark’s strong grip on my arm guided me through the streets of downtown to where he had parked his car and we waited for Chuck. The cool summer air felt nice against the sweat at the back of my neck and the heat in my cheeks. Despite my body’s response to his touch, Mark and I stood comfortably silent as I leaned against his car. I wish I knew what was going through his head though. As my mind was trying to slip back into daydream, I’m sure he hadn’t given the moment a second thought. When Chuck arrived, he pulled me in a big hug and laughed “What did you do to make Mark call it an early night?”

My eyes widened as I swung my head “Mark you guys don’t have to go home on account of me. I’ll be okay, I promise. It isn’t far and I can walk on my own.”

“I’ll see to it that you get home safe” Mark said as he stared into my eyes. There seemed to be heat behind them, but I shook that notion out of my head and climbed into the back seat. Chuck and Mark chatted casually in the front seat as we drove past late-night travelers. I was quiet, listening to the music that came through the car speakers. My mind occasionally recalled the brush of Mark’s fingertips against my mound, wishing they had been underneath the fabric instead of over it. I sighed deeply, reveling in the tingling that started again in the pit of my stomach and lower. Suddenly Mark’s heavy hand clapped down on my knee. He smirked as he looked over his shoulder at me, but I couldn’t keep eye contact. I decided I would use this as a starting point to get myself off once I was alone in my room. I envisioned the small pink vibrator waiting for me in my overnight bag. My fingers twitched and my groin muscles tightened at the thought.

As we pulled up to my hotel, I gave Chuck a small hug around the car seat and thanked him for the ride. I crawled out of the back seat and made my way to the front doors, pulling my room key out of my purse. I heard Mark get out of the car as well and I turned around to receive his goodbye hug, only to find him talking to Chuck through the open window just before he drove away. Mark stood straight and turned towards me, silently taking my wrist to guide me towards the doors.

“Wait, what’s going on? You aren’t heading home with Chuck?”

“Nah… He wasn’t ready to be done for the night and I don’t feel like going home quite yet. Mind if I keep you company for a little bit until he comes back to pick me up?”

“Uh… sure. I guess that’s fine” I mentally shook my head, disappointed that my play date with myself would be postponed, but glad that he wasn’t heading out just yet. We grabbed a few waters from the hotel market and headed upstairs. We sat back on the couch in my suite with our bottles as I tried to find something light and funny to watch on TV. Once we settled on a show neither of us knew very well, I stood up to walk over to my bag.

“Mind if I change into something comfy?” I asked as I pulled lounge shorts and a t-shirt out of my bag.

“No problem at all. Need me to step out?”

“It’s okay, I’ll just change in the bathroom” I said as I slipped through the door. It wasn’t a seduction technique, I just couldn’t be in my jeans anymore and needed to cool down, but I hesitated slightly as I caught sight of my black lace panties and bra. I looked at my body in the mirror wishing I had more confidence in it, but the lack of sexual attention from my husband had chipped away at my view of myself. I brushed out my hair some and slipped on the shorts and t-shirt. Leaving the bathroom, I made my way back to the couch. I felt better now that I was more comfortable, and the events of the evening slid out of my mind. I sipped my water while trying to follow the story of the show. A woman came on the TV who reminded me of Lacey, with her small perky breasts and slim waist.

“She’s pretty” I said. Not only because it was true, but subconsciously reminding myself of Mark’s type.

“Yeah, she’s alright.” Mark replied. I looked over at him surprised.

“What do you mean alright?” I laughed “She’s gorgeous and totally your type!”

“Why do you think that?” Mark questioned, looking at me with intensity and honest curiosity.

“Well…” I hesitated, “she’s tall and slim with a nice ass. Just like every woman you’ve talked about being attracted to.” I rolled my eyes at him playfully.

“Like who?”

“Um… like Lacey. Like Katie… You’ve been talking about trying to get with one of them for weeks now.” I looked over at him, confused as to why he was questioning me like this. He turned his head towards me as I shifted my body to face him. He was flitting his eyes back and forth between my eyes and his hand resting along the back of the couch near my shoulder.

“Ok, I see your point, but my attraction to them has nothing to do with their body types. It’s their personalities that I like about them. Personally, I prefer a woman with more curves. Something I can hold on to.” At that moment his eyes met mine and whether I imagined it or not, I saw a spark in them. Devilish and playful. My mind reeled and my heart raced. It was like those scenes in the movies right before the main characters kiss. I looked down at his mouth then back up to his eyes. I didn’t know what would happen, but if he didn’t make a move in the next second, I would.

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