A Fantasy - Chapter Three

Chapter Three – The Unavoidable

Although somewhat disappointed Sandy was relieved that Mark wasn’t on the train the next morning. Not she didn’t want to see him, she did. It was just that her mind wouldn’t let go of him as a character in a story and she was finding it difficult to separate fact from fiction. She feared that her mind may persuade her to do things in her factual world that she knew that she must not.

The previous night her husband had been away and a night without making love to him was purgatory. Determined not to allow Mark or his character into her sexual activities Sandy denied herself even the facility of self pleasure so slept fitfully, waking from time to time finding her hand tightly grasping at her pussy.

At midday Sandy persuaded herself that she had been intending all along going for a drink at the brasserie. The usual crowd were there and she greeted them as usual. She looked around casually just in case Mark was there and relief was tinged with disappointment when she didn’t see him.

One girlfriend seeing her scanning the room whispered to her with an all knowing giggle, “He went to the little boy's room, don’t worry”.

Rather too snappily Sandra replied “Who? I'm meeting nobody, I just came in for a glass of rosé, OK?” The girl smiled patronisingly and moved back to her seat grinning at the others at her table.

“Shit, is it that obvious” thought Sandy. If he is here its goodbye Mark, can't let this happen. Why oh why did her mind then suggest she meet him elsewhere? Damn that story line; 'he said he knew a mate whose car they could use, he always wanted to have sex in a car. That sounded so exciting. The possibility of being discovered fucking a stranger on the back seat of a car. What would his cock be like, she hadn’t even held it, though she had fantasized about it as she brought herself to orgasm every night.'

“Hey, didn’t think you'd make it today, how are you?” Mark bent forward for her kiss on each cheek. “had to, ah, you know, men's room?” He thought for a second, “Did you ever ah, research in those places?” The look on Sandy's face must have told him all was not good. He continued smiling, “What?”

“My mobile will ring in two minutes and I will leave, finish your beer slowly, then walk casually down the street, take the second turn on the left and I'll see you there, OK?” He nodded. Sandy ordered a glass of wine and chatted to Mark as if nothing had happened.

On cue the alarm on her phone sounded, she made as if to answer a call then put the phone in her bag. She loudly apologised and told the guy that she had to dash then left the brasserie in a hurry.

A story line entered her head as she waited for Mark; 'she waited in the dark doorway, when he arrived she dragged his mouth to hers and kissed passionately. His big hands groped her body quite roughly but she loved it. Now his hand tore at her top and fingers lifted her bra so that the rough hand could squeeze her bare breast. Her legs became jelly and she had to cling to his clothes. In a flash he had unzipped and his cock was in her hand as his tore away the thin panties. Forcing her legs apart he pressed the head of his erection to her vulva...'

“Hi,what this all about?” asked Mark. “Is there a problem?” Sandy shook her head.

“I think my friends have miss-interpreted our relationship, perhaps it was a mistake to meet there.” she told him.

Mark's face was serious, no naughty school boy grin. “Sandy, we are both married, this is as you pointed out a platonic friendship”, he paused, “unless...”, he left unsaid the obvious conclusion to his remark.

In her mind Sandy read; 'of course I want to fuck you, I have since the moment we met. I want you now, here! Why do you think we are at a sleazy hotel? Fuck me now or go away forever. Oh Mark.'

This was the first time the name of Mark had entered the story, she could not avoid the inevitable. Sandy would give herself to another man, a lover. Her lack of any sexual activity last night spurred her on.

“Yes, yes, unless... say it Mark, unless...”, her eyes pleaded him to make the decision.

Mark grabbed her, pulled her small frame to him and kissed her passionately, his tongue entering her mouth and it tasted of the heaven that she wanted to experience under his naked body, his cock thrusting into her aching vagina.

“Can you take the afternoon off? I have a mate whose apartment is nearby, Sandy, I want you more than I can tell you, do you want me?” He waited for the answer but she was answering already, “yes, oh god yes, please, please fuck me my darling.”

-oOo-

Sandra gave a self-satisfied smile, saved the story then closed her notebook. At last she had written a story about herself as the guys at chat had asked.

Maybe it was pure fiction but maybe also a fantasy, so this story would NEVER be published.