The Very Welcome Guest

A great hire, but her house purchase had fallen through. As we don’t have kids, but we do have a nice big house could we put her up for a few weeks?

She arrived just 4 days ago and last night, her 3rd night here, we had all shared a bottle of wine, and when my wife Sarah had gone to bed, Cristina started telling me how homesick she felt, how alone she was, how grateful she was to me… a real alcohol induced, much needed emotional outpour. I had felt strongly attracted to her the moment I met her, but then she was only 24, ten years younger than me and my wife.
It had all kind of started there as I sat on the sofa beside her; she let her head rest on my chest. Nothing had really happened, as such, but in that moment, we had both felt a closeness, an intimacy, and I was highly aroused by it. Closing my eyes now, I remembered how her breast had pressed against me as she leant on my shoulder. Her black tight covered legs stretched out beside me, her cleavage poking out from her blouse. Memories of just one night previously, still burning in my memory.

I had made my escape, going to bed, sensing danger, but sleeping was impossible. I lay restless thinking of her and about 2 hours later went to fetch a glass of water. On my way, I found her, crashed out laying on the sofa. Her wine glass empty in her hand, asleep. I should have left her, and gone back to bed, but instead I had decided to cover her with the blanket. Kneeling down it was just enough to disturb her slumber, causing her to turn towards me, her eyes flittering, she sensed my presence and her hands grasped at me, pulling me towards her. Our faces came clumsily together and immediately she woke herself up in fright… I remember seeing the flash of panic, replaced by confusion, as my face hung just a whisper from her own. Our eyes locked and her features softened as she tilted her head slightly and pressed her lips tenderly against mine.

As I remember, I can still feel every sensation, every detail of that kiss, how it grew. The passion and the hunger that there had been. A kiss between near-strangers, but a kiss that was the beginning of something, that was going somewhere. After a moment of nervousness our hands fell on each other’s bodies and she pulled me up onto the sofa with her, to lie flat alongside her, our whole bodies meeting and getting acquainted. In that second we had stopped, looking into each other’s gazes. In that moment, we both knew that something huge was happening… if we carried on, everything would change...
“It’s ok Tim. Relax. I’m really good at keeping secrets” she had whispered.
I smiled and brushed my fingers over from her cheek, down her neck, to the bulge of her cleavage “So, you want this?”

She hadn’t answered. Raising her eyebrows, a playful naughty expression swept over her face. Rolling swiftly on top of me, hitching up her skirt and spreading her thighs around me. The answer would have been pointless. I smiled, as our lips had met once more, with even greater intensity and passion. The deal had been made, the affair sealed, my first ever act of infidelity was under way. But, by the time this realisation had really sunk in, and we had just begun to undress each other, a stirring noise from Sarah’s bedroom had shaken us both. Hearing my wife’s feet padding out of our room, and into the bathroom, I had felt frozen.

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