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Looking down the block she spots me and we move towards each other. Closing the distance we are soon feet from each other. I cock my head and give her my most winning boyish smile, and then my eyes catch hers. I am drowning in those green eyes of hers. I am lost, struck immobile, her emerald eyes ensnare me. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but if I did, this would be it. The seconds are swallowed and I am hypnotized, but I notice something wondrous: she is as caught in my eyes as I am in hers.
Again and again Darwin and I find our paths crossing. Each time she tempts me with that magnificent body of hers, offers me herself, and I refuse. On her wedding day she told me that I shouldn’t worry about her husband, there was no reason why she and I couldn’t continue a physical relationship. She half begged me to fuck her shortly after she had exchanged her wedding vows. I don’t fuck married women, I told her.
“Brandon, I’ve just come from a private show of your latest work. It is exquisite; I simply must have “Icarus Ascendant”. I called to let you know I’ll be bidding on that piece, perhaps on all three. You should have called me,” she chides. “You could have used me as model.” She laughs sweetly. I would be lying if I said her voice didn’t drive me wild. It would be accurate to say that the sound of her laugh lit a fuse directly to my cock. I could feel myself hardening, despite myself.
“I didn’t hear that you had divorced, Darwin.” I chuckle.
“Brandon, you are so old fashioned.” She sighs and it sets fire to my libido. Visions of her contorted in ecstasy, those long tanned legs of hers wrapped around my waist, pulling me deep inside her, fills my mind. “I’m wearing a short black skirt and no panties. The driver is stealing glances of me in the mirror. I’m spreading my legs slightly to allow him a better view.” She continues and my breath hitches. I know she hears it and she continues, lowering her voice. “I’m sliding my hand beneath my skirt and running my fingertips along the outside of my lips. Do you remember how you would go down on me, Brandon? You said I tasted so sweet. You used to lick me so thoroughly, sucking on my clit until I would squeal.” It is her turn to catch her breath. I say nothing, but blood rushes to my manhood, making me almost painfully hard. I let her do the talking. “I’m sliding a finger inside myself and wishing it was you. I remember how you used to fill me, to make me beg you to stop, to beg you not to stop. Brandon, meet me tonight, please. I need you so badly.”