Never Ending story

[dankerus]

Easy one here you add a paragraph or two the next person adds to that.
Try to be accurate but don't sweat spelling, etc, just have a bit of erotic LIT fun!!
After all's said and done there will be more said than done.
Open to all, but lets not be mean OK.


I get to start...........



I got there early and set up the room as romantic as I could. Soft music, candles I even bought a dozen roses just to pluck all the peddles and spread them across the floor to the jacuzzi then.........over to the bed. How long would it take us to get that far I wondered. Quarter of, she'd be there soon and I was soooooo anxious. No one new, they couldn't it would screw up everything. We were both married, working at the same job. Everybody knew everybody else, there'd be no stopping the "scandle" if it got out. But we couldn't help it any longer, we'd both wanted it for so long and put it off, out of or minds. But that only made things worse as we couldn't stop thinking about being with each other. Pure animal attraction, we communicated in silence throughing each other glances when ever alone together. Those brief moments were torture for months until we finally agreed to meet.

 

[katze101]

(Female POV)

Two hours earlier...

I was nervous, but excited. At last, we were going to meet. Alone. In a hotel room.

This was going to turn the tide in our relationship. I have known him only for a few months; I met him at the office. Being new to the city and to my job, he was one of the first to welcome me into their clique. They sometimes went out for after-work drinks, and he invited me to join them. It was fun; silly, harmless, mindless flirting. Or so I thought.

Never in my wildest dreams have I imagined that I would be meeting him now. After applying make-up, I took out my little black dress, then slid my feet into my favourite high-heeled pumps. Spraying on a bit of perfume, I checked my image in the mirror, tucking a few loose strands of hair. Finally, I locked the doors of my house, a house that I shared with my absentee husband, then slipped behind the wheel of my one-year-old hybrid. It was time for a drive.