The Affair with the Man who was Always There

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The Affair with the Man who was Always There
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Wed, 08-29-2012 - 12:23pm

I met my best friend when we were both 15. We rode out the crush we had on each other when, less than a year later, he went to school abroad and ultimately settled down in Europe, which was when we became each other's confidantes. He was the one I called with a broken heart, I was the one he called with girl problems, of which he had plenty.

Years passed and we moved to opposite ends of the world and settled down with other people. We had talked every day of those18 years and met occasionally on our rare trips home. The chemistry persisted, but the hope to ignite any flames had died. We were now adults with families and responsibilities. Too late for that. He was always there for me, he was always there in front of me, the forbidden fruit neither of us dared to reach for.

Years of troubled marriage for both of us led to one Christmas we both happened to spent in our hometown, something we rarely did. We had left our spouses behind. I was staying with a friend, he was staying at a hotel. I hadn't seen him for 6 years. 

He called me from the car on his way to the hotel from the airport. He wanted to meet me. Not strange, since we were used to meeting whenever we were in the same city. We met at the hotel lobby for drinks that evening, and I was happy for the first time in many years. My soul mate, my true soul mate, was back. On the same continent, in the same city, in the same room. 

He was just as I remembered him, tall and sinewy with close-cropped black hair, big brown eyes behind his hipster horn-rimmed glasses and full, sensual lips. Normally 5'8" myself, I was tall enough in my 3-inch wedge sandals to reach up just a little bit a give him a kiss on the cheek when we met. He smelled like soap and laundry detergent. He never liked to wear cologne, and I liked it better that way. I felt him inhale softly, taking in my strawberry-scented shampoo and Carolina Herrera VIP 212. When I sat in front of him, his eyes rested on my face, fondly and tenderly matching my smile. He kept his long, delicate fingers busy with a napkin on the table as we exchanged news and stories that we had already shared, but the sound of his voice sounded so much sweeter in my ears without the interference of cables and static. I wish you never left, I thought to myself. I wish I had chosen you instead. 

Eventually, the conversation took us to our respective spouses and the problems we were both having. His wife, frigid and quarrelsome, and my husband, controlling and philandering, made it even more difficult to continue looking at each other without thinking of what would have been. His long fingers moves towards me on the table as I told him about my husband's latest conquest (that I knew of) and he gently touched my hand. Currents shot from my fingertips to my scalp and I shuddered. He felt my vulnerability and held my hand more firmly, his thumb running circles in my palm, soft pressure increasing, and he looked deep into my conflicted eyes.

"You know I've always loved you," he said. "You know you have always been the one."

I could barely summon enough strength to answer. "I know," I whispered.

 

He got up, but he never let go of my hand. I had to rise too, to match his movement. He took me by the hand until I was walking next to him, and his arm circled my waist as he led me to the elevator. 

"I miss you," he whispered in my ear on the way. "I want to know what it's like to be with you the way I always wanted. I want you to know what it's like to  be embraced by a man who truly loves you."

 

Together, we entered the elevator, and the door closed behind us.

 

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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Wed, 08-29-2012 - 2:26pm

The second the elevator door closed, he reached out and touched my face. We were alone, and he moved closer to me, his warmth filling my head, until I was wedged tightly between the wall and his lean, hard body. The entire length of his body was pressed against mine, his hands found their way into my hair, pulling me closer as , for the first time ever, our lips touched. I sighed softly at that initial lightening in my nerve endings as his lips pressed harder against me. Slowly he took my upper lip between his and sucked gently, his hands in my hair keeping me from moving. I wouldn't have moved for anything anyway. His lips now moved to my lower lip, pulling gently as one of his hands moved between my shoulder blades, pulling me closer to his chest. At that moment, the elevator stopped. 

We stumbled into his room, trying to look as casual and innocent as possible, but the minute the door closed behind us, I was tightly secured against the wall once again, this time with his hands sliding down my arms to my hips, then all the way behind me to lightly touch my ass above the thin fabric of my linen dress. I heard his breath catch as he traced the outline of my curves without encountering any resistence, until he finally found the waistband of my lacy thong. I felt his smile against my lips as he thrust his tongue into my mouth with hungry abandon, his hands now squeezing my ass so hard, I yelped in a mixture of pain and unbelievable pleasure. 

Between his tongue exploring my mouth and his hands on my body, I was starting to feel faint with desire. My hands, until then undecidedly resting on his face, started moving around, exploring the uncharted territory that was, only less than 15 minutes before, my best friend. I ran my fingers through his short hair as he kissed me, then moved down to his shirt, slowly undoing the buttons. He had a broad chest with just the right amount of hair trailing down into his pants, where there was now a visible bulge. His lips had left mine and wandered to my neck, my throat, my ears. I felt my knees buckle at his unwavering attention to every inch of skin his lips could reach. I kicked off my heels and my face rested directly in the middle of his chest. He tried to stoop lower to continue nipping my neck, but I opened his shirt and started kissing his chest, feeling his breath  get faster and more labored as I lightly brushed my lips against his nipple, my hands exploring his back then falling lower and moving around his body to unbuckle his belt. His body tensed with anticipation as his button fly came undone between my fingers, and finally I could peel his jeans off his hips and let them fall to the floor. His boxer briefs almost burst at the seams with his erection, and I ran one finger very lightly right above the waistband, feeling his breath almost stop. By the time I looked up at him, his eyes where half crazy with lust. He reached down and grabbed the hem of my dress, lifting it over my head, leaving me standing in a lacy black thong and matching bra. 

He sighed deeply and, without thinking, carried me and threw me on the queen-sized bed.

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Wed, 08-29-2012 - 5:48pm

I landed on my back on the bed, and he stood in front of me, looking at me. Dressed only in my thong and bra, I felt rather self-conscious under his stare, my skin tingling. He had never seen me naked before, and I mentally (and probably physically) blushed, fearing what he might think. He sat next to me on the bed as I lay on my back and kept looking at me, his eyes burning, his long fingers moving up my leg from below my knee all the way up to my waist, and I felt my heart pound as he lay next to me on his side, spreading his fingers to cup my breast, gently squeezing as his lips found mine again. I tried to move to my side so my body could touch him, but he pinned me down with his arm along my torso and his hand still working my breast. He hooked his finger inside the lacy cup of my bra and pulled it down, freeing my breast as his lips moved down my neck to my chest and finally to my nipple. Fire exploded behind my eyes as he closed his lips around my nipple and sucked it, very gently at first then with more urgency, and I almost didn't notice his hand now moving lower until it was already pushing the lacy fabric of my thong aside to cup me down there. I instinctively arched my back and a moan escaped my mouth. The second his middle and index fingers touched my opening they were slick with my wetness, and he groaned and pushed his erect penis against the side of my thigh. I reached over and brushed my finger against its tip, where there was now a drop of precum soaked into the fabric of his boxer brief. He shuddered, and his reaction made me even wetter. At the same second my hand found the elastic on his boxer brief and managed to snake inside them and touch the warm tip of his impossibly hard penis, his finger sank into me, and we moaned in unison. 

His eyes met mine, bewildered and amazed, his mouth slightly open, air dragging raggedly through his parted lips. The finger inside me was moving in circles, stretching me, driving me to the edge but never pushing me over, and it was soon joined by another...he kissed me hard and deep, thrusting his tongue in my mouth to stifle my scream as he tormented me with his two fingers, his palm on my clitoris, pushing rhythmically. In my state of intense desire, I pushed my hand all the way past the elastic of his underwear and cupped his balls, hearing him gasp and shudder again. I rubbed his balls first, gently pulling on them, then held his shaft in my hand, rubbing it slowly, feeling its smooth, hard length in my hand. I had never imagined he would be so big. I had fantasized about him, feeling him get hard in my hand, but reality was even better than all of my fantasies.

I don't know how or when, but he was suddenly on top of me and my bra was gone. With his fingers still inside me, he reached down and pulled off his underwear, freeing his erection and rubbing it against the flesh he had bared underneath my thong. I bucked and met his body. He held my legs behind the knees and spread them wide open, pushed the thong further aside and lay on top of me, his hand between our bodies, the other on the side of my face. He ran his thumb along my lip and looked at me with more love in his eyes than I had ever seen in anybody's eyes before.

"I can't wait," he whispered, his warm, intense eyes staring into mine. 

I grabbed his face and kissed him as deep as I can, and I felt his hand move between us as he positioned his head against my opening and pushed. 

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Thu, 08-30-2012 - 9:52am

With that initial push, he slid all the way inside me. He rested on his elbows on top of me, his weight holding me down. His eyes were a mixture of tenderness and hunger. A low groan deep in his throat made his Adam's apple bounce as he felt my muscles harden around his penis, buried deep inside me. We lay still, looking at each other, not believing were we were or what we were doing. I closed my eyes, lost in the delicious feeling of being so full of him, his bare skin on mine, my nipples rubbing against his chest every time one of us breathed. I had not been touched, intimately or otherwise, for a very, very long time. And now to be touched by him, of all people, was so pleasurable, it hurt. 

He took a very deep breathe, almost like an inward sigh, and slowly withdrew, only to slide back inside me. Instinctively my hips moved to meet him, and I could feel the muscles in his back and shoulders ripple underneath my hands as I carressed him. He shifted slightly and reached underneath me to grab my cheek and squeeze it hard. I gasped at the sudden sensation as he buried his face between my neck and my shoulder and started moving, slowly and rhythmically.  I spread my legs wider and wrapped them around his waist, taking him deeper, kissing him with all the passion and longing I had for him all those years. He was finally in my arms, mine, if only for the moment. 

He started picking up pace, moving faster every second, his flesh slapping against mine. I felt his lips on the thin skin on my neck, kissing and nibbling, sending tingles down my spine, moving up slowly to my ears and suddenly biting my earlobe. I moaned loudly and arched my back as my hand moved down to his ass, running my fingernails along his flesh. I felt his grip on my own ass tighten and his movement and breath get a little erratic. With my other hand I held his face up from my neck and looked him straight in the eyes as I raised my pelvis even higher, reached down and cupped his balls. His eyes were as wide as saucers as air hissed between his teeth and he clenched his jaw, thrusting into me like an animal, his groans only pushing me closer. His sounds, the look on his face, his consistent, almost violent thrusts, his hand squeezing my ass were my undoing; I felt my body tighten as wave upon wave of intense pleasure made my muscles convulse around him, his climax making mine even more intense. He moaned my name in a long, wild groan as he released years of abandoned hope inside me, and when it was all over, he buried his face in my hair and sighed in the most sincere expression of satisfaction I had ever heard. He never withdrew or made any attempt at retreating from my body. He lay on top of me, inhaling my hair, my arms around him, until he slipped out. I held him tight as our breath returned to normal. It could have been a minute or an hour, but, as we both descended from our euphoric state, we began to realize what had happened. 

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Thu, 08-30-2012 - 7:02pm

Great story!

 

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Wed, 03-20-2013 - 12:41pm

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