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I have already talked about my fantasy with a coworker named Adrian. But, there is so much more to say. She insists to me that she is not interested in me romantically because of our age difference, because she loves and respects my wife, and because we've always just been friends. But, I have fallen hopelessly in love with her. I can't help what I feel. She doesn't like me to compliment her looks or to say anything to her that might be construed as romantic. She is very careful and right to draw a line that I can't.
Anyway, I had another fantasy about her. She has big, beautiful blue eyes and her hair is stylishly cut in a sexy way that turns me on. Her body is shapely with delectable thighs, legs, and hips, and her breasts are not overly large but round and firm. I talk to her and stare into her eyes. She wants another baby and is trying to work out things with her alcoholic husband so that she and he can have another one. But, I can see her unborn children in her eyes. In my fantasy, they are my unborn children, as well.
I imagine meeting her for a drink. She likes Amaretto Sours. I stopped drinking years ago but I liked Irish Whiskey straight up. We'd sit in some quiet place and chat and laugh. I love laughing with her. We laugh about the same things. I love her sense of humor. I love her mind, how she thinks.
Just picturing leaning forward and kissing her lightly on the lips, stroking her hand, and hearing her sweet giggle as we joke and laugh just turns me on. I can feel her need and mine rising up in me. We agree to go someplace we've already arranged for, a motel, or perhaps a bed and breakfast. I don't know how we'd manage that with my wife or her husband. But, its a fantasy, okay.
I picture us, this time, being so hungry for each other, wanting each other so bad that we hurriedly take each other's clothes off and fall into the bed. I want to taste her, to lick her, nibble on her, hear her moans and cries and whimpers as we make love. I enter her from behind and as I stroke her ass and reach underneath and play with her breasts, I kiss her back. Then, I pull out and lay on my back and she rides me. I am so deep inside her. She feels so good.
From this point of view I can play with her breasts and kiss them and her sweet lips. Finally, she cums and then I do, in a great violent rush. She collapses on me shuddering and we lay there as I feel her heart beating on mine. I love her and she tells me she loves me. But, we go back to our families and carry on, thinking and hoping for the next time when we can be together.
Its just a fantasy. This will never happen anywhere but in my mind. But, its nice.
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