I gave up my reticence

We sat close together and looked deep into each other's eyes, unsure of what might come of this situation. The seconds ticked by.

"You know," she breathed regretfully, "my husband has been in the field for over a year now without interruption. I feel like a widow. So, I am very happy to have met such a charming gentleman as you. I really enjoy talking to you. But I also have needs that go beyond nice company and intelligent conversation. Do you understand?"

I nodded and swallowed. My throat suddenly felt tight. I sensed the heat of her body next to mine and allowed myself to perceive her as a woman. An extremely sensual and attractive woman, I admitted to myself. Her dress left her shoulders bare. One of her blonde curls had come loose and fell seductively down her neck. I followed it with my gaze and discovered her deep cleavage.

She touched my chin with one finger and lifted it upwards until our eyes met again. Her smile showed that she knew exactly where I had been looking. I broke out in a sweat and a blush rose to my face.

"Do you like what you see?"

I nodded again, unable to say a word. She took the whisky glass from my hand and sipped from it. It was an intimate gesture, when her lips touched the exact spot on the rim of the glass where mine had been seconds before. Then she put down both glasses, leaned towards me and gave me a light kiss on my still closed mouth.

I was on fire, gave up my restraint, embraced her with my arms and returned the kiss passionately. My hands began to caress her upper body. She hastily freed her lips from mine.

"Not here."

Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath and her voice sounded rushed. She took me by the hand and stood up.

"Let's go to the bedroom."

"Are you sure?"

Despite the **** and her obvious invitation, I had qualms about going to bed with a married, posh woman.

"Yes, quite sure. Call me Rebecca."