Story 20 #2
At one point she had thought that she saw someone walking in their direction.
They were about to be discovered! But after the initial moment where she had frozen, frightened, she had ridden Dan harder, somehow even more turned on at the idea.
Now as she lay in bed she wondered if there was some excitement that she was missing out on.
That was when she became aware of the sound from the bathroom and all her thoughts turned to that.
At first, she thought that it was just the sound of rain outside. Now she realized that it was coming from inside.
“Dan,” she said, shaking her husband, “I think there’s something wrong in the bathroom.”
He had murmured and woken up as her words seeped in, breaking past his sleep.
He had gone to check. There was a leak beneath the sink.
“I’ll call the plumber,” he said to her, “But do you mind sticking around for him? I’ve got a meeting that I really can’t get out of.”
"Sure, that's fine," she said. She hadn't had much planned for the day anyway, so she thought that she might as well hang around.
"Great," Dan said, "I'd better get going, anyway. He said he'll be here as soon as possible but he couldn't give me an exact time."
“Sure, no worries.”
Dan got ready and kissed her goodbye as she still lay in bed, naked.
When he was gone she got out of bed and showered quickly.
Her hands moved over her body, feeling her firm, ripe, breasts, moving down over her taut stomach, moving around to her ass and feeling the shape of it.
She liked how she felt, she had to admit. She was starting to feel quite turned on touching herself like this. She was imagining hands on her body, feeling her in her most intimate, most private, places.
One of her hands ran down through the soapy water, down over her stomach, and down between her legs. She rubbed at her pussy for a few moments. She tilted her head to one side and sighed with contentment.
Then she opened her eyes. She told herself that she shouldn't waste her day there, she should go out and enjoy the nice weather.
She had thought that it would be raining outside when she'd first heard the leak but when she had looked out of the window she had been pleasantly surprised to see that it was a beautiful, sunny day.
She had decided that sunbathing in the backyard would be a great way to spend her time while she waited for the plumber to arrive.
When she got out of the shower she checked herself out in the full-length mirror. She looked at her tight body, her enviable curves, the sleek lines of her legs, and her upper body.
Then she put on a little red bikini and grabbed a towel.
She slipped a light dress on over her bikini and headed to the garden. When she was there she took her dress off, rolled out the towel, and laid down, soaking up the sun. She felt at peace.
She might have dozed for some time. She was woken up by the sound of the doorbell. For a moment she wasn’t sure what had woken her up or where she was. Then it all came back to her. Of course, that must be the plumber.
She got up and slipped her dress on, then she headed to the front door.
She opened the door and was surprised by the man she saw. The previous plumber they had used, who she had expected to see here, was an older, slightly overweight man, This man was not like him at all.
He looked as though he was about her age, maybe slightly older. It was hard to tell as he had a rugged look about him with slight creases around his eyes that might have aged him slightly.
He was slightly unshaven with a shadow of stubble. He was slightly above average height, slightly taller than her, with tanned skin and slightly overgrown, unkempt dark brown hair.
His skin was deeply tanned. He was lean and muscular. His physique suggested her time spent on physical activities - not at the gym but rather out in nature, leading an active life.
There was something about his face - his dark brown eyes, the sardonic smile on his face - that was handsome but also somehow seemed to suggest a certain arrogance.
When she opened the door to him she noticed that he looked her up and down, checking her out, and didn’t seem to make any effort to hide it. He didn’t seem to care if she knew that he was looking at her in that way,
A part of her told her that she should be angry with him for looking at her like that but the truth was that she found it quite flattering. She liked to have him look at her like that, and she was surprised by that realization.
“Hear you’ve got a leak,” he said to her.
“Yeah,” she said, “Come in, I’ll show you where it is.”
“Great,” he stepped in the front door, “My name’s Mark, by the way.”
“Jane.”
“Nice.”
She looked at him. He was smiling at her with that arrogance of his. It should have been off-putting or infuriating...and yet it wasn’t.
He was a good-looking man, there was no denying that, but he was completely different from Dan.
Dan was good-looking in a very regular, clean-cut, way whereas Mark seemed to have something else about him, some hint of danger.
Something about him made her feel excited.
She felt her heart racing and she wasn't quite sure why.
She led him to the bathroom.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, having a quick look, “This won’t take long.”
He seemed to have it finished within ten minutes. Jane hadn't been sure what she was supposed to do while he worked. The bathroom was ensuite to her bedroom and so she waited in the bedroom, feeling strangely awkward as she heard the tools working and heard Mark muttering to himself.
Then he poked his head out of the bathroom and looked around, spotting Jane sitting on the bed. He smiled at her, that same arrogant smile of his which she seemed to find both endearing and annoying at the same time.
“All done,” he said.
She walked over to the bathroom to check. He ran the tap as she looked at the pipes, seeing nothing leaking out.
“Great,” she said, “Thanks.”
Suddenly she was aware of just how small the bathroom was.
Normally it wasn't something that she'd notice as she'd be in there with her husband and she was comfortable in small spaces with him.
But now she was in this small room with this strange man and she felt all too aware of the energy coming from him, something primal that she was starting to find very attractive.
“No worries,” he said, turning to her.
He was right next to her and now they faced one another.
She noticed him look down slightly and she was sure that he was looking at her lips.
She was sure that he wanted to kiss them.
She felt the moisture on them and she fought the temptation to lick them.
What was happening here? What was this strange energy in this room? What was about to happen?
She thought of all the amazing sex that she had with her husband.
It was great but at the same time, it was safe.
Whatever this was - and she still had no idea just what this was - this was anything but safe.
This was dangerous. This was forbidden. This was taboo.
And this was happening to her right now.
“I...I’d better...” she said, turning to leave the bathroom. She had to get out of there, she knew that. If she stayed there then anything could happen.
“No,” Mark said softly. Just that one word and she stopped, but she still had her face turned away from his.
He reached out with one hand, the calluses on his fingertips brushing on her soft skin, and turned her face to his.
She wanted to tell him no, wanted to move away from him, but at the same time, she didn't. She was frozen by indecision, by her fear of the unknown and her desire for it.
Then he leaned down to kiss her. As his face drew closer she still didn't know just what she was going to do but then her lips parted as he drew closer and when he pushed against hers she felt electricity between the two of them.
She felt the brush of his stubble on her face.
There was something about him that felt so rough - the stubble, the calluses, even just the look of him - and she felt as though it was something unknown that she wanted.
His tongue probed for hers, pushing into her mouth insistently, and her tongue submitted, going to meet his. One of his hands was still on her cheek and his other hand went to her waist, holding her firmly.
They continued kissing like this, the passion growing between the two of them, the sense of his dominance over her growing within her, till she heard the sound and turned to see Dan standing there, watching the two of them.
She pushed Mark away, desperately trying to make this situation look as though it was something, anything, else, but Mark didn’t seem to want to go anywhere. He was holding her waist with both of his hands now and she desperately needed to find some way to communicate to him that they had to stop.
She was still waiting for some kind of reaction from Dan. And yet, he didn’t do anything. She had expected him to explode but he just stood there and as she looked at him she couldn’t quite make sense of what she was seeing - he seemed to be smiling slightly.
“Dan,” she said, “I can...I can explain...”
“Oh, I don’t think that there’s any need for that,” he said and his voice was strangely calm, “I think I can see what’s going on here.”
“No, listen, it’s not...”
“Why don’t you both come through to the bedroom? Less cramped in there.”
She couldn't understand what he meant. He didn't seem to have any problem with what he was seeing. He seemed pleasantly surprised by it.
“Dan?” she said.
He looked at her closely and there was an intensity in his eyes. He nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly, and suddenly she understood. This was what he wanted.
She turned to Mark - she had to see what he was thinking about all of this as well - and he just had that same arrogant smile on his face. He looked from Dan to her and she felt as though they were both waiting to see what she was going to do next.
This was it. She had to make a decision. What was she going to do now?
She wanted this, though. She felt more turned on than she had ever thought was possible.
She had been doing something illicit. She had been caught out doing something illicit.