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FRIDAY

It was late Friday night and Danny was working on the projections for next year. The building was dark except for the occasional security light. Danny had changed into some more comfortable clothes for the evening. His eyes were burning and tired from the last 12 hours of looking at the computer screen. He leaned back in his chair and stretched and decided to get up and walk around; visit the water cooler in the next room. While returning with a cup of water he heard someone knocking on the glass of the main door. Danny walked over to see Sandy standing there. As he approached, the door automatically unlocked and Sandy entered. They both smiled conveying the joy each other felt at seeing one another.

Sandy mentioned that Michelle had to go home after the movie and figured she would swing by and see if my car was still in the parking lot. Danny walked back to his office as Sandy followed. Danny thought to himself, I can’t keep pressuring her, let her lead. Danny sat down as Sandy asked how it was going. Danny began describing how he was progressing as Sandy moved behind him and began massaging his shoulders. They were stiff and sore, but her strong hands felt great as she kneaded and rubbed the muscles and flesh. She told him to lean down and rest his head on the desk.

She massaged his shoulder blades and rubbed down his back feeling the various muscle groups, working each one. After about five incredible minutes Danny rose from the desk and took Sandy’s face into his hands and pressed his lips against hers gently. They opened their mouths, tongues searching and finding each other. She felt so good. How badly he wanted her to be happy, but this was something he knew he couldn’t provide.

Any momentary joy would certainly be followed by the pain and torture of confusion bordering on despair. The best thing he could do for her is to let her go; but he was also too selfish. He knew this would also be more painful for him in the end, but his only true focus was on the incredible pleasure she could give him now.

Their passionate kisses continued as if neither one could ever be satisfied. Sandy moved her lips to the nape of Danny’s neck then up to his ear. She nibbled gently then whispered, "I want you Danny." She pulled back and took his hand. She said, "I’ll meet you downstairs in five minutes," and left the office.

Danny waited in the quiet room thinking about how good Sandy felt, how responsive and passionate she was. Sandy opened the door and entered. They joked about the elevator; it seemed to be fixed, at least for the moment. The building was incredibly quiet.

They moved into the closet, leaving it open a crack. Entwining, they explored each other. Danny removed the sweater Sandy was wearing, and then released her bra. Sandy’s beautiful breasts were displayed in the dim light, nipples erect with anticipation. Danny cupped her large breasts, enjoying their full softness. Lowering his head he licked and teased the flesh around her nipples, occasionally blowing coolness over the just moistened flesh. Danny loved how her naked breasts hung on her body, the nipples pointing up looking for attention. Danny took one nipple into his mouth as he teased the other in his fingers. Sandy enjoyed Danny’s attention, and realized how much he enjoyed her body. This body she continually criticizes is something he continually desires.

Danny unbuttons and lowers Sandy’s jeans. She is very anxious as she stands there nude in front of him. Danny stands and holds her in his arms. As they kiss his hands explore her exposed flesh. They trace down her back and over her buttocks around to her sides and up over the curves of her breasts. Lowering them, they find her thighs as he kneels in front of her. His fingers explore her legs and the inside of her thighs.

He stands again and turns her around. Reaching around her, he cups and squeezes her breasts as a finger moves between her legs. He finds her mound neatly trimmed, exciting him even further. His finger feels each fold. She is moist and excited. Sandy spreads her legs slightly wider as Danny’s finger continues to explore her slickness. Danny moves the tip of his finger to her opening and pushes gently inside. She is surprisingly tight around his finger as he pushes in and out of her. Sandy’s breath is ragged as she leans back onto Danny. Danny encourages her to the floor.

Crawling between her legs, Danny tastes the creamy flesh of Sandy’s thighs. Nibbling gently and licking firmly he moves ever closer to her opening. He finds her slickness with his tongue. Long has he desired this, to satisfy her this way. To have her explode under his touch and into his mouth. His licks are long and deliberate, tasting her completely. He pushes his tongue into her as she spreads her legs to accept him. He continues to lick at her, sucking and nibbling occasionally on her hard clitoris.

He moves a finger to her opening and pushes it deep inside her and begins pumping it in and out. Sandy is moving close to the edge as Danny continues to pleasure her. He traces a finger down below her wet pussy and teases her ass. Sandy is shocked with surprise at this but also enjoys the sensation bringing her to another level. Danny licks harder now at her hardness and with one finger deep inside her, he teases her rear with the other. Sandy is dripping wet with arousal, her body perspiring, she lifts her legs higher and farther apart and she begins to shake as her orgasm takes control of her body.

Shaking beneath his touch she explodes; her body convulsing around his fingers. Danny continues to lick and suck nearly every inch he can, then must avoid her most sensitive areas as his hands gently massage her thighs and legs. Danny nibbles on the insides of her thighs and moves up her body to enjoy her wonderful breasts one final time for the evening. Pushing them together he presses his face into the deep cleft then sucks and licks at each one squeezing them gently in each hand. Sandy holds Danny’s head in her arms and can’t believe how she had just surrendered her body to this man; and how much pleasure they just shared. Wow, when could they do it again?

THE EVENING

HIS PERSPECTIVE

Christmas shopping was the story provided, but they had agreed to spend a few hours alone together. A room that would become their own little world they could share for a brief time. A nervous anticipation burned within each of them as the time drew closer. It was 6:00 as they entered the room. They figured they had about three hours together. Forty minute massages were on the agenda. First Sandy would give Danny a massage, and then Danny would return the favor. The massages were the only thing agreed upon. Eighty minutes. After that, they would see where it went, but this was agreed upon and it was intended to keep things slow. Enjoyably slow. Nobody wanted it any different.

Sandy had a few different scented oils she couldn’t wait to try. Danny had a dozen candles in his bag, which he set up and began to light. The lights were turned off. The candles flickered, the light dancing on the walls. They agreed to undress for other. The scented, edible oils could be washed off the body later, but nothing could get on the clothes.

They embraced and their lips, mouths and tongues eagerly met.

HER PERSPECTIVE

She knew this was wrong, but it felt so good. She is powerless when he is near her, she simply cannot resist the mere thought of being close to him. In the candlelight, she undresses for him, and is very aware that he is looking at her, taking in every inch of her. Her initial embarrassment turns to confidence. She does not have to be perfect when she is with him. She just has to be herself. He looks at her longingly, and she knows what he’s thinking. He starts to massage her, but it doesn’t last long. Within minutes, they are kissing deeply and passionately. His tongue feels wonderful in her mouth. She is always amazed at the way he knows just how to kiss her. Their mouths find each other again and again.

His massaging hands quickly find her breasts and he feels their fullness under his palms. He sucks and licks her hard nipples. She is trying desperately to hold onto reality, and the thought that she can never ever have him the way she wants him envelopes her as he kisses a straight line down her stomach to her pussy. She moans as he licks her, and the moan is one of pleasure and sadness. She feels such a connection to him.

As she climaxes, she wonders if all this is for him is physical. She knows that this is all it can be, but knows that she is starting to care for him. She decides that she is just a plaything for him, that must be the answer. She loves just being with him, talking to him, laughing with him. For her, the sexual component is very strong, but she doesn’t just think of him that way. She is sure that he has mentally blocked out any real feelings for her.

It’s just the easiest thing to do... to tell yourself that this is pure desire and nothing else. She feels guilty and a little cheap as she starts to massage his back and slow things down a bit. He is enjoying the massage very much. His hands start to wander again, and she tries to relax him. She wants him to be at peace for a while, and knows that one of her massages can accomplish this.

After one hour of a rigorous massage, she allows herself to touch him where he longs to be touched. As she rubs his shaft up and down and licks him from the bottom up, she knows deep inside her that she is becoming someone else…someone that she never thought she would become. She is now an adulteress. She breaks away from him, apologizes for the interruption, and gets dressed. He is confused, but has an idea that the emotional stress of the situation is affecting her. He is disappointed, but knows that what little time they have had together was worth the feelings of torment that they have experienced over the past weeks.

HIS PERSPECTIVE

Her body was absolutely fantastic as it responded to his touches. How he enjoyed feeling her, tasting her and watching her climax beneath him. Her hands were wonderful on his body. She massaged each muscle feeling it, gripping it, caressing it, relaxing it. At first he simply wanted her to attack him, he was so aroused by her; but with her expert hands, he found another pleasure which he never experienced before.

She was giving, considerate, sensual and he totally enjoyed how she made him feel. She slowly worked her way toward his erection. It had been hard for nearly the whole time they had been in the room and now she finally touched it in her hands. Her caresses actually made him swell even more as the blood pumped through his body. She licked his shaft, tracing the swollen veins with her tongue, up and down the shaft she licked, first lightly than with greater pressure.

Sandy grips the base of his cock in her hand and takes the head into her mouth. In and out of her mouth, she sends pleasure throughout Danny’s body, slowly pumping his shaft in her hand. Danny can’t believe how good she is at this, how into it she is, how she really wants to give him pleasure. Suddenly she rises from the large bed. "What is she up to now?" runs through Danny’s mind. The first thing she finds is her bra and she begins to put it on.

Danny is confused, concerned, she must be conflicted, but Danny is also filled with passion. He gets up and holds her gently in his arms. Sandy lets him kiss her, accepting his gentle embrace, expecting his understanding and she calms a bit. She feels his desire in his kisses, and as sudden as she had relaxed, she tightens up pushing him away saying she can’t, she just can’t. Danny understands, deep down he knows he can’t either, but those feelings are buried deep, and with Sandy beside him, they might as well not exist.

Danny pulls Sandy close, overpowering her, their bodies grinding against each other. Sandy continues to resist, pleading Danny to stop. His mouth explores her neck as his hands continue to grip Sandy tightly. They fall on the bed. Danny positions himself on top of Sandy, his hard shaft pressed hard against her body. Sandy continues to insist, "No, no, I just can’t. Please don’t," her body is betraying her and it is not fighting back, it is moist and ready for Danny. Sandy expected Danny to stop; he always did immediately whenever she asked before.

But she looked into his eyes, and he was looking into hers and she realized only moments before it happened, he pushed himself into her. She felt his shaft enter her, she nearly cried in disappointment, but she also wanted to feel it, to share this so bad. She said, "No, no, oh god, no" but her body continued to say yes. Her legs instinctively spread wider as she pulled her knees slightly back. Danny pumped in and out of Sandy a few more times, and then pushed even more of his swollen hardness into her, her softness snugly enveloping him sending streams of pleasure through his body.

Her pleas quickly were accompanied by moans of pleasure and desire as her arms wrapped around Danny’s back. They kissed, oh how passionately they kissed as Danny continued to slowly drive himself in and out of her. They totally felt as one, perhaps more so than at any other time in their lives; exactly what they so desired and so feared.

Danny raised himself above Sandy, her hands gripping the bulging triceps of his arms. As they looked into each others eyes, Danny’s pace quicken, his body more urgent. Danny’s hips and groin continued to grind into her. Sandy’s hips would rise up to meet his demanding presence with every thrust. Sandy’s full breasts bounced with the rhythm of their desire. Moans filled the room, passion unleashed. Their bodies were totally alive, every sensation building ever higher and higher.

Every muscle in Danny’s body was releasing and contracting with every thrust; driving in and out of Sandy’s body faster and faster. The feeling of Sandy surrounding him was incredible. Sandy’s hands explored Danny’s sides, back and chest feeling the tension inside him. The sweat of their bodies glistened in the candlelight. Sandy can feel Danny approaching his climax and can feel him swell up inside her. Danny groans out that he is cumming and explodes repeatedly, deep into Sandy as he falls into her arms. They hold onto each other kissing passionately as Danny gradually softens inside Sandy.

Sandy grips him tightly as they kiss, then she begins to cry. Her overwhelming emotions of passion and conflict burst forth. Her feelings become Danny’s focus, as he ignores his own. There was nothing Danny could do to comfort her. He did this. He pushed it. He was responsible. His male ego drove him to think that he should be able to fix everything. This couldn’t be fixed.

Perhaps the memory would fade eventually, but never fixed. Couldn’t he have foreseen this disaster? Would it have mattered? Is it his male ego that had driven him to forego everything he thought he believed it, just to have this moment with Sandy? Why couldn’t he use his ego to control his desire? Just say no. Be a real man. A man he would be proud of…his sons would be proud of…his wife would be proud of.

Why Sandy? Why does he want to kiss her every time he sees her? Just walk up in front of everyone and take her in his arms – get it over with and let everyone know of his desire. What is so terribly wrong in his life to be driving him toward this edge of disaster? All he knows is that he wants her terribly and would risk everything to have her, even if just for a few hours.

HER PERSPECTIVE

Tuesday Afternoon

He came over to her desk and pulled up a chair. It was intoxicating to sit next to him, to be that close to him. He looked great and her hand brushed his. She really wanted to hold that beautiful hand in hers, to feel his slender fingers, to touch his adorable freckles. She wondered if she was being too bold, considering they were sitting at her desk.

Apparently he did not think so, and started to caress her thigh. Being this close to him was unbearable. She wanted to kiss him and touch him right there in front of everyone. When he touched her, waves of desire overtook her and she had to close her eyes. She thought she would either faint, or the other extreme, she would attack him. The way he touched her leg was unlike any other touch she could experience on that part of her body. He made her feel so sexy, something she had never felt with another man. Him touching her thigh had an instant effect on her. She was dripping wet within seconds.

She wanted him so badly. Worse than wanting him was knowing that she couldn’t have him. This daily torture was getting to be too much for her. She just wanted to go somewhere with him to make love to him right now. Anywhere. She didn’t care where at that moment. She wanted to hold him, kiss him, smell him, feel him next to her, feel him on top of her. To please him right now would be her dream come true. She knows that this cannot be.

HIS PERSPECTIVE

Tuesday was crazier than usual. His desire was boiling throughout him. Just the mere touch of her finger on his skin was electrical. The emotion and desire actually exhausted him. He went to bed at 7:30 looking for an escape from his thoughts. He awoke at 10:30. His wife was on the computer in the next room, but had run downstairs for a drink. Danny jumped out of bed and quickly sent an email to Sandy letting her know that he wasn’t on the computer. His wife rarely opened his email, but occasionally she did. That would not be good.

Back in bed he only thought of Sandy. He thought of her as a young girl, a cheerleader, a good student. What was she like in college? What kind of daughter and sister is she? Who are her friends, what are they like? How many boyfriends had she had? Any true loves that got away? Boy, did she have a lot to give a guy. What is she like in the kitchen? What’s her favorite food? Ice cream? Does she like sports? Why in the world does she like him? He knew almost nothing about her, but he wanted to know everything. But he can’t think of her that way!!!

Think of her sexually!!! Yes that’s the way. The way he first thought of her. Wow, she was so much more than he ever dreamed of. Think about how he first touched her. How he first touched Sandy’s wonderful neck and shoulders. How he kissed the nape of her neck, then kissed her lips as she sat in her chair. His hands barely touching the sides of her incredible breasts as their tongues entwined. Then later in the closet, several times, kissing and holding each other. Danny just couldn’t get enough. It was like his soul was released from a cage. Pleasure and desire pulsed through his body and Sandy seemed to share every feeling.

Then later downstairs in another closet, he shed some of her clothes experiencing a portion of her body. He thought about how his hands felt her bare breasts, his mouth her hard nipples. How his fingers explored and entered her shaved pussy. He thought about how her body moistened and responded eagerly to him. How she tasted when he licked her, wanting far more than she was willing to give. How he only briefly got a chance to kiss her back and shoulders. How he wanted to taste every inch of her. Her thighs, her calves could only be experienced in his dreams.

He had wanted her to touch him. He had needed her to touch him. She eventually did, holding his swollen erection in her hand briefly and tentatively. How great it could have been if only she wanted to. But isn’t that the same story he had with his wife. He was tired of that. Isn’t he tired of this too? Why sit alone in bed and think about this? How pathetic is he. If he needs sex, just go out and get it.

Get it out your system. One night stand somewhere, no repercussions, no strings. Unfortunately, this is more complicated. That simply sexual urge is much easier to dismiss. But what the hell does he want? Isn’t that a good question? Let’s start there or at least figure out what he doesn’t want.

Well he certainly doesn’t want a relationship that would require leaving his wife and kids. That’s out of the question. What does he really, truly want? A sexual relationship with someone he really admires, likes, desires and connects with on many levels. He wants someone with the same sexual energy. He wants someone who is giving, caring and wants and needs the same. He wants Sandy.

He lays in bed as his raging erection begins to soften on it’s own as he tries and distract himself, knowing none of this is good and is only driving him crazy. He turns on the light and begins reading Tolkien, escaping into a safer fantasy that quickly has him falling asleep.

Wednesday

Danny awakens at 5:45 to a snow covered landscape. It’s absolutely beautiful and Sandy quickly comes to mind. Is she seeing this right now? No, probably not. She lives close to work and probably doesn’t need to get up this early. He gets on the computer to make sure there are no emails. There are none. As he showers and shaves he thinks of Sandy and how she had once commented on his stubble. He hardens but then softens a bit as the thoughts of her pass. As he steps from the shower he looks at himself in the mirror. He likes what he sees. Yeah, he wants to lose 10 more pounds, but he has come a long way. He recommits himself to working out again next week. He thinks of Sandy and wishes she would find enjoyment in him. He gets ready for work.

Sandy won’t leave work and meet him at lunch. Danny is very disappointed and tells himself that he must not torture himself this way. He takes a brief nap in his car, part of him hoping she will open the door and join him at any moment, but sleep comes and it helps. Back in the building, he sees her later and joins her for lunch. They are feeling exactly the same feelings, knowing they cannot pursue them, wishing above all things they could.

They know it will only get worst (if that’s possible). Deep down Danny just wants to experience Sandy for a few hours. He doesn’t care about the repercussions. Sandy is much more pragmatic. She wants it to stop, or at least slow down so it can gradually stop. Danny decides to stop it. If he can do this maybe he will be doing both of them a favor while restoring some level of faith in himself and his own ego. He decides to write one last story. A story to finally end one of the most sensual, sexual relationships he never had.

THE END

BYE