Sit next to Julie

Figuring that Julie was probably expecting me to make a pass at her I sat on the couch next to her. She looked at me silently after I sat down, then handed me my newly filled glass of wine. We sat there listening to the fire crackle and pop, sipping the wine in the darkened room as the snow continued to accumulate outside. I wanted to make a pass at Julie but the sitting there was so nice that I was afraid of ruining it by propositioning her, so we sat there silently just enjoying being inside on a night like this.

"More wine?" Julie asked as I drained my glass. I nodded my head and held out my glass as she reached for the bottle. Either the darkness or the three glasses she had drank were affecting her because as Julie raised the bottle to fill my glass she missed and poured wine all over my robe, soaking my lap in ****. I jumped as the liquid started to seep into my underwear but froze the next instant as Julie, realizing her mistake started trying to dry the wine out of the robe with her hand. "Oh my God, John! I'm so sorry," Julie said as she patted at the wine stain with a tissue. "I don't know what happened, I'm so sorry." Julie apologized as she continued to pat and rub at my crotch, seemingly oblivious of her hand repeatedly coming into contact with my hard cock. "I'm sorry...." Julie started to say but let the remainder of her sentence die on her lips as she realized that her hand was wrapped around the outline of my cock. She sat there for a few seconds, not moving at all just staring at her hand on my cock.

"Julie?" I said softly as she continued to sit there motionless. She didn't seem to hear me but a second later she started moving again. I had expected her to blush and leave the room at realizing she was inadvertingly stroking my cock but her reaction surprised me. Leaning in closer to me, Julie tightened her grip on my cock and started slowly stroking it through my underwear. Her hand felt so good to me as she jerked me off that it took a few seconds for me to realize the her new position had pressed her breast against my arm, her nipple a hard little nubbin that I could feel even through the fabric of her shirt. Afraid that any movement on my part would awaken her from her trancelike attention to my cock, I shifted my arm a slight bit bringing my hand up to cup her tit tenderly.

As her hand moved slowly over my cock, I started caressing Julie's breast, my fingers toying with the erect nipples. Julie moaned softly as I gently pinched her nipple, her grip on my cock tightening in reflex. Suddenly, Julie seemed to come back to herself and pulled away from me, jumping off the couch as she looked at me as if I was something she had just stepped in.

"What am I doing?!" Julie asked herself as she backed away from me until she was standing with her back to the fireplace. "I'm a married woman, I'm a mother, I can't be attracted to you! I can't want to fuck you! It's not right! But I want you, I want you to pleasure me. I want you like no other man I've met!" As she carried on her private conversation, Julie was absently stroking her hips and thighs repeatedly. As she continued to shake her head, as if arguing with herself, Julie was staring at my fully erect cock with a look of hunger. Suddenly she cried out, "It's not right!"as she flew into my arms, her mouth pressing hard against mine. She kissed me with an almost painful intensity, her body pressed tightly against mine, her hands exploring my chest. Her tongue darted into my mouth as I put my hands on her hips, sliding them down to caress her ass. Julie purred into my mouth as my hands groped her shapely rear, her hips thrusting back, forcing more of her ass into my greedy hands. Julie broke the kiss, looking at me passionately for a minute then whispered, "Fuck me. Fuck me now!"

I quickly thought about how I wanted to fuck her, should I just take her there on the couch or maybe take her to the bedroom.