What He Doesn't Know...

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(Open to one male, no one liners please, thanks!)

Angelina Jackson was home alone. Again on a Saturday night. Her husband Mark had been stationed overseas for nearly 2 weeks now and she hated it. She had wanted to go with him but due to some work issues, she couldn't leave. At least not yet. Perhaps in two weeks...maybe...it all depended on how things worked out.

A co-worker was supposedly on his way over tonight and they needed to work on a project together. It needed to be done before Monday morning. For some reason, Angie didn't tell Mark about it when she had talked to him earlier tonight, she didn't think she had to but at the same time, she felt guilty for not telling him....

Just then, the doorbell rang and she got up to answer it. She was dressed somewhat different....at least it was different to her coworker Jeff, who always saw her in suits and/or business casual. They would be ordering pizza and each was prepared to work through the night to get this project done.
 
Jeff Butler was sitting in his car out the front of his co-worker Angelina's house. He didn't know why he was so nervous, this was simply a business meeting. A project that needed to be finished. Sure there had been plenty of flirting in the office, and her husband had been stationed overseas so anything could come out of tonight.

"It's only work.." He said softly to himself, shaking his head slightly at how stupid he was being. Turning his handy bottle of mouthwash over in his hand. "Just incase." he muttered and then rinsed his mouth with it while stepping out of his car and at the last moment ducking back inside to grab his workcase with all the bits and pieces they would need for the project. The he walked up her driveway towards the front door.

Tonight he was dressed rather casually, not sloppy or scruffy. A smart casual. It was the weekend after all and business or no business tonight, it didn't mean he had to wear a suit and tie like in the office.

He cleared his throat and looked down at himself, making sure he looked at least presentable and knocked on the door looking around the front of the house as he waited for the door to be answered.
 
Her heels clicking on the hardwood floor echoed through the hall as Angelina walked up to the door. She didn't need to see who was there, it was a fairly safe neighborhood and well, she was only expecting one person tonight.

With a smile, Angelina opened the door and saw Jeff standing there...she waved him in, "Hello Jeff...I'm glad to see you found the house without any trouble. Come on in!" She waited until he was in and then walked around him and led him to the dining room, "Please have a seat..." she told him grabbed the house phone, "OK, before we get started, let's order some delivery...what's your liking? Pizza? Thai?"
 
He smiled at her as she greeted him, his eyes roaming up and down her body. Not used to seeing her dressed like she was tonight. Only spuring on the lust for her that had been growing inside him for weeks.

"Hey Angelina, you have a lovely house." He replied stepping inside and taking a seat where he was told, looking around the room inquisitively admiring her home from the inside before once again looking over at her and admiring her outfit once more. "Anything you fancy will be fine with me, I eat just about anything." *Even your juicy slit, If you gave me the chance.* he thought to himself, holding back a slight smirk.
 
"OK, well, if you trust me to order something and then we can get busy...?" She watched him and noticed he seemed different tonight.

It's just because you're both not in an office environment.... she though as she dialed Golden Wok's phone number, which she knew by heart because of her many frequent orders these past few weeks. She ordered the house special and then hung up, turning back to Jeff.

"Can I offer you a drink Jeff? I have soda, water or..." she trailed off, not sure if she should but what was the harm? "...wine?"
 
"I would love a wine, but only if you'll join me." he replied, seeing no harm in having at least a glass to relax. When he had arrived he had been rather nervous, especially with meeting Angelina out of the office. She seemed her normal bubbly self though and it helped him to relax.

Though that didn't stop him from eyeing off her rounded ass as her hips swayed while walking into the kitchen to get the wine. "How has your weekend been?" He asked, making small talk to help break the ice in the informal setting.
 
With a laugh, Angelina raised her voice as she answered him from the kitchen while she got the wine, "Oh, trust me..it could have been better.." she said. Grabbing the two glasses of red wine, she walked back out to the dining room and set one before Jeff.

"Of course, as you know, my husband is overseas..well, I just got word this morning that it'll be at least 6 weeks before I can move with him or even see him.." she took a seat beside Jeff and sipped at her wine, "It's nothing to really panic about but still..we've gone longer without seeing each other and survived..."

Just barely...at least sexually she thought and shook head of those thoughts, "What about you? Tell me at least your weekend has been more kind..?"
 
He nodded his understanding of a better weekend, having to do some silly project was not his idea of a Saturday night. At least he was in good company, as he picked up the glass and lightly clinked it against her's.
"To better weekends." He said with a grin, taking a sip.

"Sorry to hear about the situation with your husband." Though he really wasn't, he'd waited for a chance to be alone with Angelina and it had finally happened. She obviously cared about her husband alot, but how long could she go without sexual release. "If there is anything I can do for you over the next few weeks just let me know, must be hard not having a man around the house." Already dropping subtle hints of what he would be willing to do.

"I had a rather big night friday with some of my buddies and then we went and played golf today." Leaning back into the couch as he started to get comfortable, getting a very faint whiff of a very pleasant perfume as he did. Not sure if this is something she had done for his arrival or something she had done during the day.
 
"Wow," she said with a smile and nodded, "The life of a bachelor..." she told him in a teasing tone, her eyes showing some humor.

"Thanks for the offer about needing help...hopefully it won't come to that because I really hate to impose." She looked at him...really looked at him. If she were to say, Jeff reminded her of her husband. Kind, a nice dresser and he played golf... she loved to play. Had she known that, she would've said something. Alex, her husband, couldn't stand the game.

"So, should we get started on this project? The sooner we finish it, the sooner we can celebrate and get paid!"
 
"Can't complain." He said, grinning at her. Knowing that his life wasn't for everyone, but it worked for him and that was all that mattered.

"That's all it was, an offer." He replied warmly with a sparkle of genuine care in his eye. "You don't need to take me up on it, but the offer it there all the same. For ANYTHING that you may need taken care of." Wondering if he was maybe getting to bold and quickly changed the subject even though he could still feel her eyes on him, as if contemplating what he was saying or studying him for any sign of sexual innuendo.

He was not going to make it that easy for her though, she had a husband and if she wanted some she would have to make some sort of move. He may have wanted to bend her over the side of this couch and fuck her brains out, but he was not without morals and would not make a move unless he was sure she wanted it.

He opened his workcase and pulled out several folders and sheets of paper, spreading them across the table infront of them. "Alright this is what i've put together. I don't think it should take very long to finalize if we do it together." Holding back another smirk at his intentional wordplay.
 
It was as if time flew by...

Angelina had realized she was on her third glass of wine. She was looking over the final phase of the project and decided there wasn't much else they could do because it was finished.

"Well, I must say, we make a pretty good team." She said to Jeff, looking at him, not realizing how close she was standing him. She could smell his cologne, a bit of spice and of course, a bit of Thai food.

Her head felt like it was in the clouds and that made her sexually aware of just how sexy Jeff was. He was taller than her...and they were so close that she could just lean over and kiss him...

Never did she realize she was about to do so until she felt her lips touch his...
 
He didn't know if it was the wine, her own sexual desire or just the fact that they had finished the project. But he found himself with her lips pressed against his and this was his moment. If she decided this was a bad idea, he would stop. But he was going to give it his best shot.

He kissed her deeply, with passion and lust driving the kiss to become hotter. Soon there tongues dancing together after a night filled with obvious sexual tension that was now coming flooding out form them both.

His hands running down her waist and to her hips, pulling her in even closer to him. With their bodies now pressed against each other, he slipped his hands from her hips and onto her ample rear taking a good hold and massaging her cheeks roughly with his hands.

Going for broke, he took his lips away from hers and looks her dead in the eyes. "I've wanted you for so long, you drive me crazy!" Moving his lips down to her neckline, kissing and nipping up and down. Breathing heavily into her ear with his constant arousal.
 
It's the wine.

It's the wine.

OK...maybe it wasn't the wine. But Angelina led herself to blame the wine. There was always sexual tension between her and Jeff from day one. She didn't want to admit!

Damnit! She was married!

But his kiss left her wanting more! When he broke it and told her that he wanted her for a long time, it made her heart stop momentarily...

She needed to stop this. But for some reason, she couldn't. Not when she felt his big hands on her ass, squeezing and caressing it. Angelina couldn't verbally answer him but instead, kissed him as her answer.
 
He didn't need a verbal reply from her, the kiss was enough to tell him that tonight she was his and that realisation was enough for the front of his pants to twitch as his cock began to harden.He continued to kiss her, while his hands fondled her ass. Gripping her ass cheeks through the material of her black pants and spreading them apart, before squeezing them back together again.

He then moved his hands around to her, pulling her light shirt off over her head. His eyes dropping to her perky, bra covered tits which were almost spilling out. His eyes ligting up and another grin spreading over his face. His fingertips trailing up her stomach and cupping one of her tits over her bra while his other hand moves around to her back and in one skillfull movement unclasp her bra from behind. The garment springing away form her body and to the floor, his hand now pressed against her heated skin. The hard peak of her stiff nipple poking between his fingers as he massaged and pinched them.

By this time he had sported a sizeable bulge in his pants, his free hand moving to the front of her black pants and unbuttoning them. His fingers teasing the top of her pubic bone and the top edge of her panties as he did.
 
Angelina was lost in blissful pleasure. It had been so long since she felt like or had achieved this level of excitement with anyone since she and her husband had started courting some years ago. She wasn't sure if it was the wine or her own lack of touch from someone that made her feel this way, but whatever it was, she was going to enjoy it!

She whispered Jeff's name over and over, pulling him toward her, practically giving herself to him, encouraging him. When his fingers reached the waist of her pants, she helped him and shimmied her pants down her slim waist and over her ass. All that was revealed thus far was her thong and she scooted against the table, sitting up on it and kicking off her pants off her legs as she worked the rest of the buttons on her blouse and easily tossed that garment to the side.

When he undid her bra, her nipples peaked from the sudden rush of cool air and she gasped when he touched them, squeezing them. She opened her legs so that he could move himself closer, and that's when she felt his hardened dick press against her pussy and she cried out. Immediately, she reached down and as they were still kissing, she blindly undid his belt and then the fumbled with the zipper of his pants...she needed him and she needed him now!
 
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