Secretly

by Cantor, Susan

  “You know that we have been talking for over three hours, and we don't even know each other's names. My name is Richard O’Connell; I think you know that I am a professor in Boston University. I see that you are married, or could I wish that you were widowed?”

  “No, I’m married, even though it doesn't feel like it sometimes. I'm Selena Roberts, and it is nice to meet you Richard, even if it is when you are not exactly at your best. Don't be embarrassed, I was afraid to fly my first time, and I think it makes you more human to admit when you are afraid.” That was one part of my husband that was missing from the whole package, and he wasn't afraid of anything at all, making him the kind of man that any woman would trade places with me in a second. If they only knew that a man that is in touch with his feminine side is very becoming, and I sometimes wish that he had a 9 to 5 job, instead of these erratic hours that he spends putting his life in peril.

  “You don't sound like you are happily married, and I don't want to be presumptuous, but perhaps it's time for somebody that appreciates you.” The hidden meaning behind his words was not lost on me, but I could sense his interest in me as he rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand. “You have been a breath of fresh air, and something that I didn't even know that I was missing until this very moment. I am not trying to be a home wrecker, but I hate to see you unhappy, when you deserve to have all the happiness in the world. Don't settle for second best, when the man of your dreams could be right in front of you.” Oh man, could this man talk the talk and walk the walk, and he was slowly breaking down the defenses in my own mind.

  “Having a way with words is not going to get you into my pants.” You would think that I had just slapped him across the face, as he pulled back from me, with his hand breaking the contact between us. “Don’t get me wrong, I'm really flattered by all of this, but I think that you might be barking up the wrong tree.” I was trying my best to let him down easily, and maybe make it easier for him to turn his attention to some other woman that deserved it.

  “I... didn't mean to... upset you, but ever since my wife died of cancer, I find that I want to live every day as if it was my last. If there isn't anything here, and I am just reading into something that isn't there, then by all means tell me to get lost.” He was putting me on the spot, and those green eyes were doing nothing to make me turn the other way.

  “I just don't want to give you the wrong ideas, and I have really enjoyed our time together. I'm still married, and I don't see that ending any time soon.” He smiled and took my hand, looking me in the eye and giving me this soulful expression that made me speechless.

  “You can't blame a guy for trying, and I can assure you that I don't give up that easily.” His persistence was endearing, and if I had only met him at a different time and a different place in my life, then I don't know what would've happened. As it was, we landed in Hong Kong a couple of hours later, getting to know each other on a personal level, and not taking it any further than that. We bid each other a fond farewell, and separated at the airport on the way to different destinations.

  I never did find out what hotel he was staying at, and I suppose not knowing was probably for the best. I didn't want to have any kind of temptation to visit him, especially now that I was feeling that we might have a connection that went beyond the physical.

  I got a text message saying, “Unavoidably detained, and you’re going to have to find your own way to the hotel. My apologies my love, but I assure you that I will be there shortly.” I was getting annoyed; feeling like he wasn't doing what he said he was going to do. If I wanted to give him another chance, I was going to have to forgive him for this latest disappointment.

  Gathering up my luggage, I went out to find a taxi, and this elderly Japanese man came out of the next taxi. I thought for sure that he was going to have a heart attack, but he surprised me with how easily he put my luggage into the trunk, and then opened my door like a true gentleman. “Miss, I'm afraid that we are going to have to double up, because the transportation committee is on strike, leaving very few taxi drivers on duty. Don't worry, I'll make sure that whoever has to share the taxi will be going the same way as you are.” I didn't mind letting somebody tagalong, as it seemed like the only thing to do, and would make it easier on everybody.

  The door opened up, and when I turned around, I saw the same man that I had seen on the plane. “Sorry about this, but I don't like this any more than you…wait it's you.” For somebody that I wasn't going to see ever again, for some unknown reason the world was destined to throw us together once again. He was carrying a small bag over his shoulder, which he placed between his knees and then turned to make conversation with me. “So, you must be going to a hotel that is near mine.” He mentioned the name and I couldn't believe that we were not only going in the same general location, but in fact the exact same hotel all together. It amazes me to see how small the world really was, as if this was all meant to be, and no matter how much I fought against it, it wasn't taking no for an answer.

  “It is a big coincidence that we are staying at the same place, but I don't want you to read anything more into it than that. I've told you before that I am taken, and my husband is supposed to meet me at the hotel, so it would do nobody any good that you get involved in my life.” He took my hand, and held it gently in his own, looking me in the eye and then pulling me forward, until he was kissing me hard. His other hand was around the back of my head, holding it steady as he delved deeper into my mouth with his tongue.

  It took me off guard, but it was not unpleasant, and I felt myself sinking into his embrace. I didn't know what I was doing, only that it was feeling very good, and I had no desire to stop anytime soon. After all, this was the only physicality that I had in some time, and I was finding that I was missing the feel of a good man next to my skin. I spent too much time sleeping alone, wondering if Frank was going to walk through the door or if I was going to get a call saying that he was killed in the line of duty.

  His lips were demanding, and I could feel myself getting lost in the moment, letting his hand explore my body with his fingertips. I loved the way that he held me close, forcing my chest against his, no doubt feeling the hard nipples poking him in the chest. Rubbing up against him, I let myself feel, and I was amazed at how aggressive he really was.

  Cupping my breasts, I looked up into the review mirror to see that the old man was watching with rapt attention. I don't know if he really cared if we were mauling each other in his cab, but something in his eyes told me that he was more than willing to supply the means, as long as she was able to watch the way that we went after each other.

  “Selena, I'm sorry, and maybe that was impulsive, but I just didn't want to leave you without doing that. You deserve to have a man that will put you on a pedestal, and someone that is going to treat you like the Queen that you are.” I thought that I had that with Frank, but he was being less forthcoming with his affections as the days slipped by one after the other. The years that I had spent with him was some of the happiest ones of my life, but now they just seemed so bleak and something that I didn't look forward to anymore. “Please, say something, because I am starting to get a complex over here.” He was looking into my eyes, and I think we both knew that this wouldn't be the last time.

  “Jesus, I can't believe that this is happening, but I can't deny the fact that you ignite something in me that I thought was dead and buried long ago. I've only felt this way with my husband, and you have a way of showing me something that I have been missing. I know this is wrong, but I don't think I could stop this, even if I were willing to do so. My husband will no doubt make some kind of excuse, and then we will be free to be together in the most biblical sense possible.”

  “Are you saying what I think you're saying? This isn't just my feelings, but you are feeling the same thing as well. You don't know how much that means to me, to know that my love is not unrequited. I never intended to make your life more difficult, but this thing between us is too strong t
o even consider walking away.” All this time that we were talking, and his hand was underneath my skirt, briefly touching the material of my panties, and feeling the wetness through them. “I hope that you are not just teasing me, because I'm not sure if I could take something like that. We are both in the same boat, except that my wife is no longer with me, even though she will always have a special part of my heart.” I love the way that he spoke of her, almost as if she was some kind of magical creature, and I could only surmise that any woman would enjoy that kind of devotion and commitment.

  “Richard, I'm not saying that we could be anything more than two ships passing in the night, but I wouldn't forgive myself for not at least exploring the possibilities.” His fingers had progressed, to the point that he was pulling the panties to the side, and running his finger down my pink slit, and making me moan involuntarily “Fuck, you have to do that right now?” The only answer that I received was that one finger delving deep into the hot tight wetness of my pussy. I could feel my lips clinging to him, and then his thumb began to move in a semi-circle around my hardened clit.

  “I just can't seem to keep my hands off of you, and I don't think I see you complaining.” He was right, there was nothing I could do but enjoy the pleasure that he was inflicting on my body. “Besides, I think you need this more than you know, and I want to look in your eyes as you cum hard over my finger.” He got more insistent with his finger strokes, keeping me on the edge the entire time, and then finally taking me past the point of no return.

  Grabbing onto his hand, I dug my teeth into the palm of his hand, allowing my moans of ecstasy to wash over me with an intensity that took me by surprise. “Mmmmmmpppph.” Suppressing my joyful exclamation, I heard his intake of breath as my teeth nipped at the skin of his hand. “Um, driver, could you give us a few more minutes, and take the scenic route instead.” He received a smile from the elderly driver, and then was snaking down his zipper, unleashing the object of my desire. It protruded from his waist obscenely, and I was just coming back from my post orgasmic state, seeing his majestic tower of manhood right there within reach of my eager little fingers.

  “You are very bold, and I think I like that about you.” Placing my hand on the heated column of flesh, I felt that heat penetrate my hand, and then I began to move by fingers up and down his length. His intake of breath told me that I was doing something right, and I continued to explore his manly piece of pipe, giving it a very personal touch. There was a small droplet of pre-ejaculate on the tip, and I swirled it around my head with my finger, spreading it down the whole shaft. It gave it a nice sheen, and allowed my hand to slip easily back and forth with no effort whatsoever.

  I had never done anything like this before, and he was certainly taking me out of my element. The very idea that we were doing this inside the cab was exciting enough, but his body was a work of art that needed to be appreciated the right way. I didn't think that I would move us further along, but he had something else in mind, and was going to take what he wanted. Grabbing my hair, he pulled in such a way that I was now this close to kissing the heated skin of his shaft. “We either stop now, or we just let the chips fall where they may.”

  Moving his cock head across my lips, I felt the wetness, and then stuck out my tongue to get myself a little taste. He was like a drug that I couldn't kick, and had no desire to walk away from him until I got more from the source. Having already had a very strong climax of my own, I wanted to do the same thing for him, and maybe that would be the end of it.

  “Go ahead, it’s yours for the taking, and all you have to do is open your mouth.” I was about to do just that, but I was finally able to pull myself away from the abyss. This had gone way too far, and I was glad to see that stronger minds had prevailed. Glancing away, I took my hand off of him, and left him with a case of blue balls that he would not soon forget. “Don’t tell me that you are getting a conscience, and that you are feeling bad about what we have done already.” I think he knew the answer to that, as I was now looking away from his magnificent physique, in order to try and keep a semblance of my marriage alive.

  “This can't happen, and I think it's going to be up to me to make sure that we don't do something that we will both regret.” I didn't want to look at him, so I continued to watch the scenery outside my window, even though I knew that his cock was right there. One more look in his direction, and I would not be able to control myself any longer. This had to end, and I was the only one that was going to make sure that nothing happened beyond what we already did. “My marriage means a lot to me, and I will not be swayed by you or anybody.” My argument was falling on deaf ears, but he wasn't trying to force the issue, and I’m not sure what I would have done to make him stop.

  Finally, I looked back to see that his cock was no longer out in the open, and we were pulling up to the hotel. It had an old-style, which looked like it had been passed down from generation to generation. It was perfectly located within the city of Hong Kong, and was in walking distance of several very tasteful restaurants and other assorted sights that just shouldn't be missed.

  Richard wasn't in a very talkative mood, and I suppose I couldn't blame him, considering the fact that I left him high and dry. I didn't mean to be a tease, and he didn't deserve that kind of treatment, especially when he gave me an orgasm that left me speechless. I felt bad for not reciprocating, but I just wasn't ready to take that leap of faith.

  “Selena, I'm not mad at you, but I am a little disappointed that we stopped when we did. If you want to get together, then all you have to do is call this number and I will be at your disposal.” He placed his business card in my hand, and instead of throwing it away; I tucked it in my Gucci purse, just in case there was a rainy day. “I don't think that you can stay away from me, and I will expect your call shortly.” He had a big ego, but I couldn't deny the fact that he was a beautiful specimen of man. I could easily find myself getting lost in all of those muscles for one wild and uninhibited night. Our bodies would be attuned to each other, and the explosiveness of our union would have far reaching ramifications.

  “Just because I am keeping your card, I don't want you to think that I'm just going to come crawling to you.” We walked together to the front desk, signing in and not being able to keep eyes off of each other.

  “M’am, I have a message for you.” She handed me a piece of paper, while twirling her blond hair, which wasn't the norm for a woman of her ancestral upbringing. This was probably her way of rebelling, and a way for her to become her own woman.

  Opening the note, I read “Honey, it will be another day before I can get there, but I want you to feel free to enjoy yourself, and know that I would rather be with you than any place else.” If that were true, he would be here right now, ready to take me upstairs and show me the time of my life. Instead, he was once again not going to be here, leaving me with a desire to seek revenge. Looking towards Richard, I could see that he could be a pleasurable distraction, and would be the perfect way to get a little revenge for being taken advantage of.

  Whispering in his ear “Richard, I know that I have been leading you on, but I don't suppose you want to go out to dinner with me?” He glanced over, smiled at me and then gave me a perceptible nod to indicate that he was ready to hit the town. “This is just dinner, and I am just feeling a little lonely and would like the pleasure of your company.” I knew that I was playing with fire, and that one way or another I was going to find myself getting burned. If I thought for a second that we wouldn't end up in bed together, I was only fooling myself.

  “I’ve heard of this place that serves sushi that is to die for, and I believe it is in walking distance of the hotel. Why don't we take a stroll down the sidewalk and see what we can find?” We began to walk away from the hotel, when out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something quite unusual. A man was sitting looking at a newspaper, but the newspaper itself was upside down. Looking in the reflection of the glass of a small boutique near by, I also noticed that th
e same man had been following us since we left the hotel. Something about him caught my attention, and he looked very familiar, almost as if I had seen him before.” I turned to get a better look, only to find that he disappeared from view. If that wasn't bad enough, I could sense that somebody was watching us, and I was beginning to think that I was just paranoid. “Penny for your thoughts.” If he knew what was going on inside my head, he most likely would've turned and walked the other way.

  Was it really my imagination that was running away with me, or was it possible that somebody was taken the liberty of watching me? I didn't know the answer, nor did I know the right questions to ask. “Oh, I was just thinking how wonderful this place is, and this entire city is abuzz with activity, and I can't wait to experience all that it has to offer.” I thought about telling him about my suspicion that we were being watched, but that would only dampen the wonderful evening that we had just started out on.