Bait and Switch

Slowly, she lowered herself onto my fingers. A lava heat suffused me as she slowly picked up rhythm, never breaking eye contact. She knew what it would do to me: weeks of verbal back and forth, suggestions, accidental brushing of my Inner thigh as she leant over to talk closer, necklace dangling between pert breasts.

She was married. I was in the right place, at the right time, when she had bobbed up online. And now we were here. An intimate candle lit restaurant, with no inhibitions. Not far from her house. Husband was out and kids were away. The waiters knew to be discreet. They didn’t bat an eyelid when she slid closer, on the pretence that she was helping me choose a good bottle of wine. Grabbing my hand, she pulled it down. I half suspected she wanted them all to see her do it….

And so we stayed this way, locked in our private dance of pleasure, the hunter and the hunted. Slowly,

Imperceptibly, she bent me to her will as my fingers curved to hit her G spot. My cock strained for release, an iron bar in its prison. I ached to bury myself in her, inch by inch……

And then, as suddenly as she started, she was done. Sliding back to the other side of the table, she took a sip of water, then beckoned a hovering waiter across. She needed a pen.

Scribbling on a napkin, she murmured to me “Wait five minutes and then read it…..”. Smiling, she stood up, bent over and kissed me gently on the cheek. Had I just imagined everything?

It wasn’t till five minutes had passed, and her spell on me had broken, that I dared to look down.

What I saw in that message changed my life forever……