Hurry back downstairs

I hurried down the stairs, trying to keep my footsteps quiet as I heard Julie open the door to her bedroom and walk down the hallway. As Julie started down the stairs I turned and made like I was just heading up the stairs. "Oh, there you are, Julie," I said in feigned surprise as she saw me climbing the stairs. "I was wondering where you had gone," I said as I stopped, standing a few steps below her.

"Sorry, John," Julie said as she walked towards me, the hem of her nightgown giving me teasing glimpses of her legs as she approached me , "It took me longer then I thought it would. I had to clean up the mess the kids had made and then I put them to bed. Would you like something to eat?" She asked me.

"Sure," I responded, trying to not stare at her in the flimsy nightgown as she stood before me. "Dinner sounds good," I said as she walked past me, my nose suddenly filling with her scent. As she led me down the darkened stairs I again wondered at her change of clothes, why had she put on a sexy little nightgown? Was she trying to tease me or did she always wear clothes like this around the house? My thoughts were interrupted by Julie suddenly turning to face me.

"My husband is away on business this week," Julie told me, "He travels a lot so he's almost never home. It isn't bad most of the time but during weather like this I like to have a man around the house, just in case something goes wrong." Julie explained as she led me into the kitchen. "What would you like, John?" Julie asked as she opened the cupboards, peering at the contents in the flickering light of a candle.

"Anything is good, Julie," I responded as I stood behind her admiring the shape of her legs as she stood up on her toes to reach something in the back of the cupboards.

"Do you see anything that looks good to you?" Julie asked as she continued to root around in the dimly lit cupboards.

"Yeah, I do." I answered truthfully as I stepped closer to her in the darkened kitchen, my eyes fixed on her shapely ass under the thin fabric of her nightgown.

"Oh, what's that?" She asked as she glanced over her shoulder at me, her eyes widening slightly when she noticed how close I was standing to her.

"You." I stated as I stepped closer to her, pressing my body against her back as my hands wrapped around her waist.

"John!!" Julie gasps as she tries to worm her way out of my grip but I've got her pinned between the cupboards and myself with no place to go. "I'm married." She protests as she turns to face me, her face only inches from mine as I held her.

"Yes, you are, Julie." I said smiling at her as my hands slid up her back, feeling her tremble slightly as my fingers caressed her smooth skin. "You're married but your husband isn't here and I am. I've wanted you since I first met you, Julie." I admitted softly as I leaned down and kissed her gently. She tensed as my lips brushed against hers but after a second she relaxed and returned my kiss.

"Oh, John," Julie moaned in my ear as she placed her arms around my shoulders, "I want you to make love to me tonight. My husband is always away and he never seems to be interested in me anymore." Julie whispers in my ear as I kissed the smooth skin of her neck. "I want to feel sexy again, John." She says as her hands slide off of my shoulders and slip between the folds of my robe to caress my bare chest. "Please fuck me," Julie hissed as she leaned forward and kissed me passionately, her tongue darting into my mouth as she pressed every inch of her body against mine.

I slid my hands down her back to caress her ass as she clung to me, her mouth fixed on mine as our tongues wrestled with each other. Finally after a few minutes Julie pulled her mouth from mine and looked up at me, her lips parted slightly as she panted for breath. "You will fuck me won't you, John?" She asked me needlessly.

"Yes, Julie, I will," I answered with a smile as I tried to decide whether or not I should fuck her here in the kitchen or maybe take her upstairs to her bedroom.