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Just A Taste of What If	By : CharleneW Category: Individual Celebrities > Brendan Fehr Views: 2408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Just A Taste of What If?
- 1
Just a Little Taste of What If?
My husband and I approached the younger group, our host turning to the others for introductions all around.
Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed the tall man looking over at me again. He hadn't gone unnoticed either. His broad shoulders, wild-blonde good looks, and intense brown eyes had grabbed my immediate attention.
Then my eyes alit on his mouth. Oh god, the lips! Full and expressive, looking so soft it was all I could do not to reach out and run my fingers across them. I reflexively turned my wedding band on my finger.
I slipped an arm around my mate's waist, but my gaze was drawn over and over again to the young man.
He apparently shared my interest, because every time I looked at him, he was already staring at me.
Belatedly I examined his girlfriend. At least, I was introduced as such. He wasn't exactly showering the girl with attention. I was strangely happy about that.
The little blonde was dressed demurely in a pale yellow skirt and sweater, but I had a feeling that this wasn't normal for her. Blondie's right ear was pierced in 5 places, and her toenails were painted black in their sweet yellow sandals.
I glanced up at him again, finding myself lost in deep brown pools. I couldn't look away from him, and probably would still be there if my husband hadn't spoken.
"...think I left it in the car?" He was apparently asking me.
"Um, what...?" It was so difficult to focus when Michael was standing so close, and I could still feel his eyes upon me.
My husband was very patient, and unaware of my distraction with our new acquaintance.
"I said, did you think I left my wallet in the car?" He looked at me expectantly.
Giving myself a mental shake, I answered in the affirmative, while subtly turning a shoulder to the tall man. If I didn't get a grip on this weird attraction, things could get humiliating pretty quickly. I had a flash of inspiration.
"How about I run back to the car and see if it's there?" That way I could put some distance between myself an that sex god over there.
My husband thought that wa a good idea, and I quickly turned to go. Relief flooded me, until I heard Michael's voice.
"Maria, I think I'll take this opportunity to get your purse out of the trunk." He was looking at me, not Maria, as he spoke.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to get it out of there." She smiled up at him sweetly. "And you can walk with her and keep her company."
I turned slowly to face them again, my heart beating almost out of my chest. I'd be alone with him...
I was startled out of my daydream when he stepped close to me. All I could focus on were his piercing eyes and full, sexy lips. He stepped even closer, and then his large, warm hand was on my shoulder, turning me to walk beside him.
I moved in a fog, unable to even speak with his large body so close to me. It was silly, but his "presence" overwhelmed me. And I suddenly wondered what he thought of me. I was obviously much older than he, and childbirth had not been kind to my body. It wasn't remotely possible that he thought of me as anything other than an overweight old lady. I knew I was attractive, but there was no way I would appeal to a young man like him. Especially considering the girlfriend. Petite, blonde, beautiful... everything I was not.
We walked quietly together, sneaking glances at each other at every opportunity. I found myself wishing for a valid reason to touch him. To feel his wide shoulders, his warm skin, under my fingertips.
We passed a building, coming even with the shadowy alley next to it. Before I knew what was happening, he had taken my hand, pulling me with him into the darkened walkway. I gasped in surprise, only to have his mouth cover mine, his warm tongue sliding smoothly between my lips. My gasp changed to a moan as he stroked the roof of my mouth, his lips gently moving against mine. A large hand cupped my head, the other arm wrapped around my middle, pulling me closer to him.
My senses were reeling, my mind momentarily shut down. For a few minutes I just... experienced. It was wonderful.
Never had I been so thrown by a kiss! I didn't know exactly what it was about him that caused my nerves to blow all their gaskets. Was it the danger issue? Was I going through an early mid-life crisis? Was my sex life with the husband boring me? Or, was this man somehow my sexual equal? The one person who could bring me to the physical heights that I'd only heard about?
Regardless, he stirred my blood so strongly that I almost lost all sense of reality. And with that thought I broke the kiss and stepped back from him. I stared at his chest for a while, not knowing exactly what to do.
A deep voice interrupted her quiet. "Confusing, isn't it?"
My head snapped up and I answered without thinking, "Yes." I took a deep breath and continued, "When I look at you, my mind shuts down... Why?"
"I'm not sure why, but I know that it's happening to me as well." He pulled me in for another kiss, both of us feeling the passion hiding just below the surface. If we let it, this could be explosive.
I shook my head, breaking away thinthinking out loud, "I love my husband I've never ever LOOKED at another guy, but when we met I lost all sense of reason." My fingers found the neckline of my dress, which they began fiddling with. "I'm 35 years old, I have 4 kids, I'm overweight--- he's young, and beautiful, with a young, beautiful girlfriend..." I ran out of steam, just looking confused as I quieted.
"Maria is the girl I love, but she has no flavor." Somehow he was ablt to think this through with greater success than me. "You have the qualities that make me, as a man, sexually stimulated. You're well-versed in the sexual arena, with no teenaged inhibitions, you've successfully born children, and you're at ease with who you are. One day Maria will have these qualities, I hope, but for now I want to taste YOU."
With those words, he buried his face in my neck,mouthing as much flesh as he could get his lips over. I shivered, my hands sliding p under his shirt, seeking his warm skin.
He gripped me tightly, one hand in my hair and one at my waist. He moved his mouth across my shoulder, pushing my dress aside so as to expose more skin to his caressing lips.
I moaned at th velvet sensations, my legs growing weaker by the minute. My center was beginning to tingle, and my nipples to ache with wanting caresses of their own. I explored the muscles of his back,enjoying the smooth skin and making myself want to do some tasting of my own. He hummed in appreciation.
He pulled me deeper into the darkness, and I came more than willingly. At this point, he could've stripped me naked and I wouldn't have minded. Which proved to be a good thing.
I was pressed firmly against the brick building as his mouth quested lower. His tongue ran along the neckline of my dress, bringing my nipples to erect attention. One finger followed his tongue before curling under the elastic to gently pull my dress down over one full breast. I felt a heated breath on my skin before his warm lips closed over the taut nipple.
I gasped, surging against him, our lower bodies suddenly pressed tightly together. His excitement was evident, leaving fire coiling in my belly at the pressure. He suckled gently, stopping only to recover my breast and expose the other to his loving mouth.
When I felt I just couldn't hold myself upright anymore, he release my nipple with obvious reluctance, moving his lips to my ear.
"Can I taste the rest of you?" His husky voice made my center pulse, silky wetness seeping out, adding to my already soaked panties. I could feel his fingers caressing my hip through my thin cotton shift.
"P-please," I said with a desparate edge to my voice. I was nearly shaking in my need. Somehow getting his hands on me was the only thing in my mind. I pressed even closer to him, rubbing myself subtly against the bulge in his jeans.
He groaned, "You make me want to bury myself in you." His lips descended upon mine once again, and the fire caught hold with a vengeance. His kisses were like a drug, making me feel warm and liquid. My hands stayed under his shirt, where I caressed his back and chest and belly equally.
My breathing quickened as his fingers began gathering my skirt into his hands, baring my legs,and then my panties. His warm hands cupped my ass, rubbing lightly in the way that makes goosebumps pop out all over me.
He broke our kiss, lowering himself to his knees before me. I could barely breathe as I waited for to touch me. He leaned in, breating deeply of my scent for a moment. Eyes closed in bliss, he gently cupped my mound with his palm.
"You're so wet, baby." He slid a finger under the cotton, running it slickly from e end of my slit to the other. He pulled the digit out, sucking it into his mouth to taste my juices.
"You -- you make me wet," it came out all breathy. I was astounded at the range of feeling he was producing in my body.
He pulled the cotton barrier to the side and leaned in, icking up my swollen flesh with a warm, wide tongue. I found myself on my tip-toes, unable to take a breath. He gripped me gently, holding me by hip and buttock, keeping me from moving away from his hungry mouth.
He slid my leg over his shoulder, needing greater access to my female treasures. I was being brought closer and closer to orgasm, his talented tongue doing things to me that even 12 years of marriage hadn't discovered. I held his hard shoulder, my other hand enjoying his wild, silky hair. Heaven couldn't be bether than this.
My low moans were becoming more frequent as he caressed me, my hips swiveling slowly, erotically. His hand left my ass, slipping up under my dress to cup my breast I gasped as he took the taut peak between his fingers, rolling it gently.
And then he sucked my clit between his lips. I came, hard, bucking against him as he again held me still. My eyesight was spotty, my mind dazed, as I came down from the heights he had taken me to.
I came back to my senses slowly, finding my clothing fixed and Michael holding me close to his chest. I was stunned by the strength of my orgasm, niver having experienced anything so mind-altering before.
He was smoothing my hair down, quietly waiting for me to collect myself. I hugged him tightly around the waist, suddenly remembering that we were on an errand for our respective mates.
"How long have we been here?" came out a little panicky.
He looked at his watch, squinting in the lack of light. "It's only been 10 minutes." He looked adorably astounded, and I had to kiss him for that.
Our lips touched softly, but his hands and body were still tense against me, his unquenched ardor still apparent. I pulled back to look at him, worried.
"I want to give you some relief, but they'll wonder if we're gone much longer." I cupped his face, hoping he could sense my sincerity. This young man tugged strongly at my heart strings.
"I know. We shouldn't have taken this long, but I can't seem to keep my hands off you." He punctuated this with a decisive kiss, and a last pressing together of our lower bodies. Then he stepped back.
We turned in concert to leave our alley and walk to our vehicles. The tasks taken care of, we headed back to the group.
We were both deep in thought, with me wondering when I had lost my mind and morals. Never had I felt so guilty, and for good reason, but I was still feeling his pull. It was as if our bodies vibrate at the exact same frequency.
Well, regardless of what there was between us, it couldn't continue. I would not sacrifice my marriage or my family for the transitory pleasures I could have with him, however great they might be.
Unfortunately I am not a confrontational person. In my mind, if I ignored a problem long enough, it might go away on its own. So I said nothing to him, and he said the same to me.
Did this mean that it was over for him, too? Maybe he wanted to have more trysts in the future, and was waiting for me to tell him what I wanted. But that would mean it would truly be over, and deep down I longed for him with a passion that was liable to take me over. No matter that I was endangering my idyllic life... I wanted him soul-deep.
We reached the group, and entered the restaurant all together. It was a lovely evening, but by midnight I was ready to go home to bed.
An hour or two later, babysitter dispatched and family asleep, I sat at my desk with the laptop. This was my quiet time, when I could freely surf the internet and sift through my email without the numerous interruptions I would have during the day.
I was only paying partial attention to the various chit-chat and fics on my lists. My mind was still occupied with the mind-blowing experience I'd had earlier that evening.
I pictured him between my thighs, a look of lustful anticipation on his face as he licked me, and grew wet again. I slid a hand inside my nightshirt, squeezing a nipple just enough to send a shiver through my body.
A sound in my earphones called my attention back to the computer screen. Someone was sending me a message through ICQ, but I didn't recognize the number. I hesitantly clicked on the number, asking for further info on the sender before opening the message. An info box opened, and I watched in awe as the name "Alleylurker" was revealed. It had to be him.
With a slighly shaky hand I clicked on the message button. The message read, "Isn't it a little late to be up?" I smiled and replied, "I'm not the least bit tired. Must be because my brain is on overload. Any idea why?"
I pictured his full lips in a sexy smirk. "The same reason mine is. Oh, and a certain part of my anatomy is doing it's level best to drive me nuts."
I didn't know how he'd acquired my ICQ number, nor did I care. His words were like a breeze relighting the embers low in my belly.
I was bold. "I'd like to take care of that for you, if I could."
His reply surprised me. "I can be there in 30 minutes. Where will you be?"
I answered him before my brain could put up a fight. "I'll be at the end of my drive way. You know the way?"
"Would it scare you if I said yes?" Before I could answer he continue, "I've kinda spent the last hour doing a little homework on you." His words were embarrassed, but eager.
"No, it doesn't scare me, although I'm still at a loss as to why you would want to know anything about me." (Did I mention that my self-image is pretty poor?)
He was silent for a moment, and I wondered if he'd changed his mind. Or maybe ICQ booted me again?
"Your body is so full and soft when I hold you." I could almost hear his husky voice. "Maria is all bony angles, and when I saw you all I could think was, ' Now THAT'S a woman.'"
My eyes closed, and I touched my nipple again in reaction. "I'll be waiting," was all I typed, and then I disconnected before I could take it back.
I sat there for a moment just breathing deeply, anticipating what was to come. Then I got up and began quietly getting ready.
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It was a warm night, a little humid, and I had decided to wear shorts and a loose button-up shirt over my simple lace underthings. My feet were encased in light sandals, and I was comfortable, listening to the late night sounds.
Headlights approached from the left, and my heart started punding. A black sports pul pulled to a stop in front of me, and I reached out to open the door.
He sat there in loose jeans and tshirt, looking for all the world like a teenager out on an elicit jaunt with his buddies.
I got in quickly so as to shut off the overhead light, staring at the darkness around my feet. I could fhim him staring at me, and had no choice but to turn my eyes up to his.
"This is impossible. I'm not this person you think I am." At this point I was almost hoping he would reject me, because I didn't have the strength to say no to him.
"Who do I think you are?" He didn't touch me, just let me have the space to work it out.
"Someone who is sexy, and appealing, and free to sleep around." The tears were close now. My guilt was warring with my intense attraction to this man. Which would win out in the end?
He spoke, still from his side of the car, "Are you under the impression that I planeed this? Do you seriously think that I make a habit o picking up women who are almost old enough to be my mother?"
And there the tears came, freely flowing down my face. That hurt. I turned to open the car door.
"No." It was spoken low, intense. "I didn't say that to hurt you, but to make a point. There is something between us. And it's not something you find every day." He ran a thumb across my cheekbone, wiping the tears away. "I think we should explore it, at least for a short while."
I nodded hesitantly, and he put the car in gear and drove up the street. I watched him as he drove, admiring his trong profile. He caught my eye, and I was thrown immediately into a heated state. What amazing event had caused this?
He stopped at the park around the corner from my house, and we parked at the far end. He led the way to the swings and sat in one, pulling me his lap. My back to him, he whispered against the nape of my neck.
"Do you feel what you do to me? Do you feel how rock hard my cock is when I'm with you?" And I did feel it.
His words had a strong effect on me. They were a primal force, moving me on a path leading to mindless physical passion.
I rocked my hips against him, cag jug just enough friction between us to make us want more. His hardness pressed right against my heat, too many layers of clothing in the way of what I wanted.
I stood up, his warm hands locked around my hips. A small sound of protest came from his direction. I smiled and unbuttoned m shorts, sliding them down my legs and kicking them to the side. My lace panties were already sopping, just the thought of his cock, so hard for ME, driving me closer to the edge.
His hand was back on my hip, his fingers sliding under the edge of my panties. Itried to ignore it, preferring to lean over and unbutton HIS pants. He sighed as I released the pressure on his crotch. I reached in to pull his cock from its confinement, my breath catching at its impressive size. Igot a thrill of anticipation as I realized that not only was this going to feel good, but I might for once be satisfied.
I sank to my knees in the grass, his hard length snug in my fist. The tip glistened in the faint light from the distant streetlights. Tentatively, I touched my tongue to the bead of moisture leaking from the velvet head, taking it then into my mouth.
My sexual abilities do not include deep-throating, they never have, and so I've learned to compensate by my technique. It apprently does the trick, as I've never had a complaint, and Michael was no different.
My first hard suck seemed to take him by surprise.
"Gahhhh!" I heard the swing chains rattle as he held on for dear life.
I continued with my repertoit, getting more and more turned on as he came closer to orgasm. His hips, deep in the rubber swing, were unable to do more than swivel a bit, so I worked extra hard to give him pleasure.
He sounded like he was ready to pop the whole time, but I have a sense for these things, and let him slip out of my mouth before he reached fulfillment.
I looked up at m, shaken by the hungry lust in his dark eyes. His face was dark with passion, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.
He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me into a scorching kiss. My knees wobbled a little as he ravaged my lips, sucking at my tongue and plunging his own into the warm recesses.

but buttons on my shirt were victims of his impatience, flying into the grass around us as he pulled the cotton apart.
His mouth left mine to leave a moist trail across my jaw, and down my throat to the softer skin of my chest. I was breathing so hard I could see spots at the edges of my vision. The excitement was growing, impossibly so. It felt as if my heart might burst.
His hot mouth covered a tightly peaked nipple, causing my pulse to skyrocket, and making me lightheaded with the pleasure. I'd never been this high, and the way he was grasping at me, and suckling at my flesh, neither had he.
He stopped for a breath, mumbling as he laved my other nipple. "You taste like heaven..."
My panties were suddenly around my ankles, and one large hand grasped a butt cheek as the fingers of the other boldly caressed the moist flesh between my thighs.
I bit my lip to keep from waking the neighborhood with my ecstatic cries. He skimmed across my clit, slipping a long finger into my heat. I gripped his shoulders with both hands, knowing that soon my legs would be giving out.
He slid another finger in, working the sensitive tissues, loosening me for his hard cock. My hips rocked back and forth as an orgasm approached.
A third digit joined the other two, making it easy for his thumb to settle on my clit. His lips continued to work my nipples, as he began rubbing short circles on my little bundle of nerves.
My thighs trembled, and my hands clutched at him spasmotically as the coiling heat in my belly reached inferno temp. I flew over the edge, keening loudly as I bit my lip till it bled. I collapsed to the grass again,
leaning my head on his knees.
Before I could catch my breath, he had me up again, turning me so that I was facing away from him. I felt his lips brush my ass briefly, before he lowered me to his lap.
I was impaled on a hot, throbbing spike, with hat sounded like an animal growling in my ear. I could barely breathe, it felt so good.
At this angle I could control the movement easily. I tilted up until he almost emerged, then sat back down, hard. The penetration was incredible. I gasped ad moaned as if I were dying.
His hands were all over me, caressing my ass, pinching my nipples gently, gripping my hips to guide me back down. I've never felt anything like it.
The abyss was drawing closer for both of us as I rocked over him, faster and faster. I was catching little snatches of his mumblings as we careened towards ecstasy.
"Fuck, yeah... just like that... god, yes... faster... baby, yeah..."
Suddenly the edge was upon us, and we tumbled over. He with a muffled roar as he pressed his face into my back, and I with a lot less voice than I usually give. It was the first time I'd come during intercourse.
We sat quietly, the swing swaying slightly with our past movements. His arms held me loosely, his face still pressed into my backbone. Our chests heaved together as we sought to gain our breath. I felt a cool breeze blow through my open shirt, and reached up to pull it together.
He raised his face to my ear, warming me with his breath as he spoke.
"That was so incredibly worth it." His voice had a tinge of fatigue to it, and I realized it was pretty late.
Knowing I had to go home to my family, I enjoyed the few moments we had left. I rolled my head back across his shoulder, rubbing my cheek against his stubbly one.
"God, yes. I can honestly say that was the best sex I've ever had. Bar none."
I sat up, and gently leaned forward to disengage our bodies. Without his flesh pressed within me, I felt bereft. I pulled up my panties, and bent over to hold and step into my shorts. My shirt flapped around me like broken wings.
"Sorry about your buttons." What was he thinking?coulcouldn't tell, and I wanted to. Wanted to know if I was still a desirable woman, or at least a good lay.
"Are you?... Sorry, I mean?" I couldn't meet his eyes, choosing instead to look at my feet as I buttoned my pants
His large hand engulfed my much smaller one. I was tugged back over to where he had stopped fastening his own jeans.
He kissed me with banked ardor, our lips glued tightly together for a few moments. He pulled away, looking me straight in the eye.
"If we'd met under different circumstances, you'd have trouble prying my fingers from your plump rump." He smiled, sadly. "I'm beginning to understand a few old songs now that I've met you." At my confused look, he explained. "You're everything I ever wanted in a woman. But I'm in love with Maria. And you have your family to think of."
I nodded, tears coming to my eyes. I had known this from the beginning, but hearing him say it really hurt.
He took a marker from his pocket and wrote a phone number on my arm. Taking my hand, he led me back to his car. We got in without speaking, and rode back to my driveway in a comfortable quiet.
He pulled to a stop, reaching over to cup the back of my head, and kissing me so sweetly. He spoke against my lips.
"Call me. Please. If you can handle it, I'll meet you whenever I'm able. Until you tell me to get lost. OK?"
"O "OK." My voice was small and sad. We both knew I could never do this again. Too much could happen, not the least of which is falling any farther for him than I already had.
"Take care." I wasn't sure which one of us spoke. It didn't matter.
I got out of the car, shutting the door quickly. With one last longing look, I turned and walked away, knowing nothing else at the moment but a deep, heart-breaking loss. The loss of what I knew t be my true other half.
THE END
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