Exposed

In an instant I was hard, harder than I had ever been before and as Hana reached down and pulled my bottom to bring me in closer to her, she murmered approval as my bulge pressed against the top of her thigh.

My arms easily reached round her size 8 figure, as I rubbed her back and shoulders and stroked the back of her neck. We were both of similar height and I was aware of not having to bend down to kiss, like I do when kissing Nancy. Her lips were tender, moist and felt very loving as though they wanted to kiss - a far cry from the simple peck on the lips I had been used to for the last 3 years of married life.

We didn't speak, there was no need.

We kissed harder and deeper, our toungues explored each others mouths while my hands searched for the hem of her crop top. As I lifted it up towards her breasts, she raised her arms to allow me to slip it over her head. The top dropped to the floor and I reached round to unclasp her bra and Hana looked into my eyes and smiled. My thumb and forefinger held her rock hard nipple as it protruded from her small, firm breasts. Hana snuggled her head in my shoulder and allowed me to kiss her neck, before I moved down to let my tounge circle her erect nipple.

As I sucked, bit and nibbled her, she pulled off my t-shirt and ran her nails lightly over my spine. My body tingled again. My spare hand ran down her tummy, to her navel, then onto the belt gripping her blue jeans. I deftly undid the big metal buckle, pulled down her zip slowly, then popped the button. The material parted and exposed a small V of white cotton material. I let my finger run lightly over the cotton, beneath she felt smooth and firm, as though she had recently shaved. My other hand grasped her jeans and she wiggled her hips as I pulled down at the pockets, before kicking out of the legs.

Now it was Hana's turn to take control of the situation, as she stood next to me in just her cotton briefs, she pushed me back towards the kitchen unit and ran her hands through the dark hair on my chest. Her touch was soft and gentle, her skin smooth to the touch. Her fingers ran across the top of my trousers, teasingly dipping in and out of the waistline. She dropped to her knees, so that her head was direclty level with my crotch. Her hands now pressed against the material of my trousers, defining the outline of my stiff member as she stroked it with her nails.

She used two hands to undo my belt, and let my clothes drop to my ankles. My dick strained to bursting point as her nails ran across the material, teasing me with every stroke. With the index finger of each hand she relieved the tension by pulling down on the elastic of my underware. My cock bounced freely in its new found freedom as it throbbed with each pulse of my racing heart beat. Her mouth was so close I could feel her hot breath against the sensitive skin of my head. She took it sweetly, but momentarily into her mouth, her toungue circled my head and she pressed it against the roof of her mouth, before letting go and standing up. Then she took my hand in hers and led me upstairs .....

The eyes have it

Our eyes caught each other and for a split second lingered. We both knew what the other was thinking. For some inexplicable reason, out of nowhere, we both had an urge, one that was so powerful be both knew where it would lead - despite the risks.

Hana had knocked the door some 3 hours earlier with a bottle of white wine in one hand, while Ben and Keane followed her in. They hadn't shared transport, but had a canny knack of arriving together for these sort of things. The four of us had been friends for several years and we decided we should all get together for a chance to catch up. We were supposed to make up a group of six, but my wife Nancy had been called into work to cover a night shift and Hana's partner Geoff had a similar excuse.

The evening started off as many others had, a warm hug from everyone, a heartily filled glass of wine, some savoury nibbles dotted about the room at strategic points and background music eninating from the CD unit in the corner. Ben had met Keane about 6 months previous in a gay bar in town and they were both eager to update me on their latest gossip. Already they had been on holiday together and despite being 30 somethings, both acted like teenagers in the back row of a cinema, touching and kissing at every opportunity.

As the evening wore on, the conversation increasingly relied on Hana and I to continue each topic as the boys became more and more touchy feely with each glass of wine. As 10 o'clock came and went, they both decided they would head home early, their intentions were clear as we politely waved them off.

As the door closed, the atmosphere became more relaxed and casual. Hana collected the glasses and moved into the kitchen to wash them up, while I collected the dishes and swept up the crumbs. Conversation continued at a higher volume as we exchanged questions & answers between the rooms, but lowered again as I took the dishes through to the kitchen and placed them on the side unit, just as Hana turned round to grab the tea towel - and that was the defining moment.

There had never been anything between Hana and I, we were just good friends. We didn't even get flirty with each other, but in a split second all that changed. Her brown eyes, sparkled as they looked straight at mine - almost through me. Her long wavy light brown hair rested over her shoulders and a hugh spark of electricity flowed through the two of us. The feeling was amazing and it made me tingle all over at an intensity I'd never felt before. For a split second we were both mesmerised, then our lips came together.