Secretly (3 page)

“Jesus, I can't believe that this is happening, but I can't deny the fact that you ignite something in me that I thought was dead and buried long ago. I've only felt this way with my husband, and you have a way of showing me something that I have been missing. I know this is wrong, but I don't think I could stop this, even if I were willing to do so. My husband will no doubt make some kind of excuse, and then we will be free to be together in the most biblical sense possible.”

“Are you saying what I think you're saying? This isn't just my feelings, but you are feeling the same thing as well. You don't know how much that means to me, to know that my love is not unrequited. I never intended to make your life more difficult, but this thing between us is too strong to even consider walking away.” All this time that we were talking, and his hand was underneath my skirt, briefly touching the material of my panties, and feeling the wetness through them. “I hope that you are not just teasing me, because I'm not sure if I could take something like that. We are both in the same boat, except that my wife is no longer with me, even though she will always have a special part of my heart.” I love the way that he spoke of her, almost as if she was some kind of magical creature, and I could only surmise that any woman would enjoy that kind of devotion and commitment.

“Richard, I'm not saying that we could be anything more than two ships passing in the night, but I wouldn't forgive myself for not at least exploring the possibilities.” His fingers had progressed, to the point that he was pulling the panties to the side, and running his finger down my pink slit, and making me moan involuntarily “Fuck, you have to do that right now?” The only answer that I received was that one finger delving deep into the hot tight wetness of my pussy. I could feel my lips clinging to him, and then his thumb began to move in a semi-circle around my hardened clit.

“I just can't seem to keep my hands off of you, and I don't think I see you complaining.” He was right, there was nothing I could do but enjoy the pleasure that he was inflicting on my body. “Besides, I think you need this more than you know, and I want to look in your eyes as you cum hard over my finger.” He got more insistent with his finger strokes, keeping me on the edge the entire time, and then finally taking me past the point of no return.

Grabbing onto his hand, I dug my teeth into the palm of his hand, allowing my moans of ecstasy to wash over me with an intensity that took me by surprise. “Mmmmmmpppph.” Suppressing my joyful exclamation, I heard his intake of breath as my teeth nipped at the skin of his hand. “Um, driver, could you give us a few more minutes, and take the scenic route instead.” He received a smile from the elderly driver, and then was snaking down his zipper, unleashing the object of my desire. It protruded from his waist obscenely, and I was just coming back from my post orgasmic state, seeing his majestic tower of manhood right there within reach of my eager little fingers.

“You are very bold, and I think I like that about you.” Placing my hand on the heated column of flesh, I felt that heat penetrate my hand, and then I began to move by fingers up and down his length. His intake of breath told me that I was doing something right, and I continued to explore his manly piece of pipe, giving it a very personal touch. There was a small droplet of pre-ejaculate on the tip, and I swirled it around my head with my finger, spreading it down the whole shaft. It gave it a nice sheen, and allowed my hand to slip easily back and forth with no effort whatsoever.

I had never done anything like this before, and he was certainly taking me out of my element. The very idea that we were doing this inside the cab was exciting enough, but his body was a work of art that needed to be appreciated the right way. I didn't think that I would move us further along, but he had something else in mind, and was going to take what he wanted. Grabbing my hair, he pulled in such a way that I was now this close to kissing the heated skin of his shaft. “We either stop now, or we just let the chips fall where they may.”

Moving his cock head across my lips, I felt the wetness, and then stuck out my tongue to get myself a little taste. He was like a drug that I couldn't kick, and had no desire to walk away from him until I got more from the source. Having already had a very strong climax of my own, I wanted to do the same thing for him, and maybe that would be the end of it.

“Go ahead, it’s yours for the taking, and all you have to do is open your mouth.” I was about to do just that, but I was finally able to pull myself away from the abyss. This had gone way too far, and I was glad to see that stronger minds had prevailed. Glancing away, I took my hand off of him, and left him with a case of blue balls that he would not soon forget. “Don’t tell me that you are getting a conscience, and that you are feeling bad about what we have done already.” I think he knew the answer to that, as I was now looking away from his magnificent physique, in order to try and keep a semblance of my marriage alive.

“This can't happen, and I think it's going to be up to me to make sure that we don't do something that we will both regret.” I didn't want to look at him, so I continued to watch the scenery outside my window, even though I knew that his cock was right there. One more look in his direction, and I would not be able to control myself any longer. This had to end, and I was the only one that was going to make sure that nothing happened beyond what we already did. “My marriage means a lot to me, and I will not be swayed by you or anybody.” My argument was falling on deaf ears, but he wasn't trying to force the issue, and I’m not sure what I would have done to make him stop.

Finally, I looked back to see that his cock was no longer out in the open, and we were pulling up to the hotel. It had an old-style, which looked like it had been passed down from generation to generation. It was perfectly located within the city of Hong Kong, and was in walking distance of several very tasteful restaurants and other assorted sights that just shouldn't be missed.

Richard wasn't in a very talkative mood, and I suppose I couldn't blame him, considering the fact that I left him high and dry. I didn't mean to be a tease, and he didn't deserve that kind of treatment, especially when he gave me an orgasm that left me speechless. I felt bad for not reciprocating, but I just wasn't ready to take that leap of faith.

“Selena, I'm not mad at you, but I am a little disappointed that we stopped when we did. If you want to get together, then all you have to do is call this number and I will be at your disposal.” He placed his business card in my hand, and instead of throwing it away; I tucked it in my Gucci purse, just in case there was a rainy day. “I don't think that you can stay away from me, and I will expect your call shortly.” He had a big ego, but I couldn't deny the fact that he was a beautiful specimen of man. I could easily find myself getting lost in all of those muscles for one wild and uninhibited night. Our bodies would be attuned to each other, and the explosiveness of our union would have far reaching ramifications.

“Just because I am keeping your card, I don't want you to think that I'm just going to come crawling to you.” We walked together to the front desk, signing in and not being able to keep eyes off of each other.

“M’am, I have a message for you.” She handed me a piece of paper, while twirling her blond hair, which wasn't the norm for a woman of her ancestral upbringing. This was probably her way of rebelling, and a way for her to become her own woman.

Opening the note, I read “Honey, it will be another day before I can get there, but I want you to feel free to enjoy yourself, and know that I would rather be with you than any place else.” If that were true, he would be here right now, ready to take me upstairs and show me the time of my life. Instead, he was once again not going to be here, leaving me with a desire to seek revenge. Looking towards Richard, I could see that he could be a pleasurable distraction, and would be the perfect way to get a little revenge for being taken advantage of.

Whispering in his ear “Richard, I know that I have been leading you on, but I don't suppose you want to go out to dinner with me?” He glanced over, smiled at me and then gave me a perceptible nod to indicate that he was ready to hit the town. “This is just dinner, and I am just feeling a little lonely and would like the pleasure of your company.” I knew that I was playing with fire, and that one way or another I was going to find myself getting burned. If I thought for a second that we wouldn't end up in bed together, I was only fooling myself.

“I’ve heard of this place that serves sushi that is to die for, and I believe it is in walking distance of the hotel. Why don't we take a stroll down the sidewalk and see what we can find?” We began to walk away from the hotel, when out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something quite unusual. A man was sitting looking at a newspaper, but the newspaper itself was upside down. Looking in the reflection of the glass of a small boutique near by, I also noticed that the same man had been following us since we left the hotel. Something about him caught my attention, and he looked very familiar, almost as if I had seen him before.” I turned to get a better look, only to find that he disappeared from view. If that wasn't bad enough, I could sense that somebody was watching us, and I was beginning to think that I was just paranoid. “Penny for your thoughts.” If he knew what was going on inside my head, he most likely would've turned and walked the other way.

Was it really my imagination that was running away with me, or was it possible that somebody was taken the liberty of watching me? I didn't know the answer, nor did I know the right questions to ask. “Oh, I was just thinking how wonderful this place is, and this entire city is abuzz with activity, and I can't wait to experience all that it has to offer.” I thought about telling him about my suspicion that we were being watched, but that would only dampen the wonderful evening that we had just started out on.

“It would be my pleasure to be your guide, but unfortunately it would be like the blind leading the blind. I'm not exactly a jet setter, and I rarely escape the confines of my classroom. Even my vacations are spent reading a good book, or starting my memoirs that seem to be taking forever. One of these days, I am going to finally sit down and finish them, and maybe you will have a small significant section that is worth mentioning. I won't say your name, but I think that when you read it, you will instinctively know that it was about you.”

“You don't have to do that.”

“I know I don't have to do that, but I want to. Even though we have just met, I feel that you are an integral part of my life, and I want to immortalize you in words.” He was showing that he cared for me, and was willing to do what it took to make this work. Every time that we turned a corner, I could swear that that same man was keeping in step, but I only had my sixth sense to go by. If I could just catch him dogging my heels, then I could confront him and tell him in no uncertain terms how I felt about being followed. “Selena, I want to make this evening special, then we will see if you can keep your hands off of me at the end of the night.” I wasn't even sure if I wanted to keep my hands off of him.

We entered into the restaurant, finding that it wasn't very busy at this time of night, and being escorted to a table near the back of the room. The only light illuminating the whole area was well-positioned candles, giving off a romantic atmosphere. I didn't want to fall for him, but he was making it virtually impossible not to do so. The way that he looked at me, touched me, and made me feel like a real woman, was only making him more desirable by the second.

Oh what I wouldn't do to feel his lips against mine again, because ever since he gave me that first kiss, I had this craving to have him kiss me over and over again. He ordered for the both of us, impressing me with his linguistic skills, and wondering what else those lips were good at. This had never happened to me before, and even when I met Frank, it took a lot for him to make me open up to him. In fact, he never even tried to kiss me, and asked permission when he wanted to finally seal the deal with a kiss. At first I found him endearing that he would go to so much trouble to ask me for my consent, but after several years of marriage, I was beginning to see that I was missing out on another aspect of sex that involved a man taking control of the situation.