A fantastic morning delight. Her smooth skin under my strong hands.....I slide my thick member deep within and she exhales....reaching around to my backside, she pulls me deeper. The small of her back beckons to be touched by thumbs and forearms, while my hips thrust against her round, tight ass.....

Good morning, indeed.

Late night....I have had a few cocktails....but I see her across the smokey bar....white blouse...clinging to her perfect curves...country music...her sandy blond hair.....hypnotic blue eyes....tight blue jeans....she smiles back....my jeans tighten....her lips are like pressed strawberries....i'm in love.

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....in her robe...making an omelette....and she's never looked sexier.

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4pm and the sun trickles through the window of the 21st floor window. It's late in the day, work is just about over and we've been blessed with our first taste of summer...68 and sunny...slight breeze twisting off of Lake MIchigan...and from my vantage point, all of the 20 somethings have hit the bike path for an afternoon retreat.

I lace up my New Balance and head down to the lobby. East on Monroe, I loosen my legs up to a steady trot. The cool shadows refresh the skin on my arm and legs....that for 8 hours...or 8 months...sat covered by microfibers and business casual. Hitting the lakeshore path, I head north towards the yacht club...dodging roller bladers, bicyclists, and of course the running crowd. But this isn't any ordinary day, this isnt any ordinary bike path and these aren't your ordinary runners...many of the passerby's could be ripped from the pages of Maxim or Muscle and Fitness. This is Chicago...and when the weather turns...the layers come off...and the libidos and ladies come out of hybernation.

As i approach the boat house, my stride is strong and I'm feeling the buzz of endorphins push through my veins. But I can sense a pursuit...something...or someone...is just a few steps behind me and has yet to make a pass. I pull to the right to provide the needed room...but still...nothing. The boat house is maybe 100 yards to my front...and as I trick myself into needing a sip of water and maybe some shade....it also gives me the chance to survey my stalker. To my surprise...

5'6"...135lbs...blonde hair pulled tightly into a pony...black dri-fit shirt, perhaps a little tighter than she'd prefer....or not. Light blue running shorts with a small slit on each hip....her strong, tan thighs revealing miles of effort on this path. A slight break of sweat on her temple...but not enough to run her barely-there mascara. Her full lips moving with the rythym of her breathing...a teaser to the scenario she's played out in her head 100 times before this moment.

As we approached the relative seclusion of the boathouse, my curiousity piqued...

"Can i help you with anything?" I asked....very aware of the double entendre.

WIth a wry, knowing smile....the mystery runner drops her pony tail, her blonde hair touching the tips of her shoulders. Licking her strawberry lips and placing her curves against the concrete wall....she beckons..."It's always cooler here by the lake....isn't it?".

Warmer, I'd say.

"Are you still at work?" she asks....

Another late night at the office and I'm paying for it with tired eyes and a sore back. These 12 hour days are no match for my leather ez-chair and a scotch on the rocks. But it goes with the territory...new promotion...new expectations....

"I hope to get on the road soon", I tell her...truly meaning every word of it. But not yet able to pry my fingers from the black plastic keyboard. 10 more minutes, I tell myself...and its out the door.

...

... and finally, my work is done. An hour longer than it should have taken, but I'm satisfied with the progress...but there'll be hell to pay when I get home to the wife. As I move to shut down the laptop and call it a day, imagine my surprise....MSN messenger....and a name I don't recognize.

LATE4DIN: U still at the office...?

ME: who is this?

LATE4DIN: that means yes...

The office, closed up for the night, is quieter than normal. And the "ding" of the mystery MSN messenger is unusually loud....almost a call for attention. Hall lights are dim and only the hum of the office water cooler can be heard.

LATE4DIN: turn off your office light.

I hear the metallic click of the front door and the sounds of the streets behind it. My mind cruises as the millions of possibilities race through my head...each scenario more provacative and daring than the next. Who the hell is this...???

LATE4DIN: unbuckle....unzip....undress...

I hear the footsteps around the corner, small clicks on the tile floor....slow and deliberate....a teasing of the mind...her perfume precedes her, it's tentacles stretching deep into my subconscious....visceral and instinctual....I need this....I need her...

To be continued...

9pm and we begin to prepare....a surprise Valentine's day dinner...and my wife has begun to get ready.

She takes the steps..one by one...and glides into the bathroom with purpose and allure.

The shower starts...cold at first, then heat and steam to follow...her naked form coated in a wet, soapy skin....I envy her body wash.

Her fingers clean and moist....run through her hair...down her obliques...across her soft skin...south towards her hips....towards the irresistability of her
wet pussy....

She towels off.....and her mind wraps around the evening to come.

10pm and the plans fell through....not able to head out like we planned...but the air of anticipation is still crisp.

Take care of our obligations....a quiet house....and we open a bottle of red wine.

She casts a glance....I stiffen....and she whispers....

"Fuck me....now"

I must go .... I think you understand.

In a second...the glance of my husband will have me following him upstairs.

In a second...his gentle kiss on the nape of my neck will give me butterflies.

In a second...he has me stripping to feel his touch.

In a second...the gentle glide up my inner thigh makes me wet.

In a second...the pressure of his strong fingers makes me drip.

In a second...his touch on my breasts make my back arch.

In a second...the deep thrust of his fat cock makes me moan.


In a second...I hope he walks through the door.

In a minute.....a glance from my wife can send my rushing.

In a minute....a touch from her smooth, strong fingers can stiffen my member.

In a minute...her scent can send the hairs on the back of my neck upward.

In a minute...the deep blue of her eyes can penetrate my bravado...and denim.

In a minute...the curve of her figure can curl my toes.

In a minute...the nape of her neck is asking to be kissed.

In a minute...I'm with the taste of her tounge on my lips.

In a minute...she reaches for my belt buckle and bats her perfect eyes up at me.

In a minute...I stiffen inside her sweet, warm mouth.

In a minute...I hope she walks in the door.