We’ve known each other most of our lives. Frequently flirting but never getting together. It was not supposed to happen. But in times of extreme emotional stress people don’t always make the best decisions. Her marriage was falling apart, he was into drugs big time. I was in an abusive marriage. Two counselors told me it was my fault, men don’t get abused. To say we were emotionally stressed is an understatement.
She made the first move, I followed willingly. She can get guys to do anything, she is flirtatious, friendly, and gorgeous. Her sex drive was intoxicating. All I could see was the thin blonde eighteen year old girl I remembered from years ago. She is twice that age and more matronly now. And still gorgeous.
She would melt into my hands when I touched her sensuously. Her sex drive would override anything else she was trying to do. One time she was on the phone with her boss. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, cradling her breasts with my hands. She was writhing almost immediately, her brain needing to be professional but her hormones rapidly taking control. It was beautiful.