Chance Encounter

"That was... oh, man..." he said, running his fingers through his hair. She sat back on the couch and stared at his nakedness. He had the most amazing, hard body. His stomach... oh that stomach... she just wanted to lick it.

"Well... I've never done that with YOU before..." she said, laughing.

Brian laughed too, suddenly very self conscious. He started to pull up his pants.

"No, don't," Samantha said. "I'm enjoying the view."

"Don't worry. It's not the last time you'll see the view," he said, laughing a little. He buttoned his pants and fell onto the couch, putting his head into her lap. He stared up at her, waiting for his heart to stop racing. She smiled and ran her fingers through his soft hair.

"You have amazing breasts," he said, giggling like a kid.

"Why thank you," she said, laughing. She was so turned on. Why did she torture herself like this?

Brian sat up and pushed her down onto the couch. His hands went behind her back and he unzipped her skirt. He slid it over her hips and soon it was on the floor with the rest of her clothes. As she lay in front of him, clad only in her panties, he could feel himself growing hard again. His erection strained against his jeans. He ran his hands over her flat stomach, and she laughed nervously.

"What are you laughing about?" he asked.

"You're self conscious about this," she said, running her finger down the scar on his chest, "and  I'm self conscious about this." She ran her finger across her c-section scar.

"You can barely even see it," he said, smiling.

"At least I didn't get stretch marks," she said, laughing.

Brian ran his hands up her inner thighs and gently spread her legs. He laid down between them and kissed her again. She loved the feeling of his warm chest against hers. He moved back down and began to lick her nipples again, and she arched her back. She was getting way too hot here... She felt Brian's hands slowly pulling down her panties. As her panties moved lower, so did his kisses. When he got to her navel, he ran his tongue around it lightly, causing her to writhe and giggle.

"Brian," she said, lifting his chin, "Really. There's no point in doing what I think you're going to do."

"Ah but there is a point," he said, placing little kisses in the soft area just inside her hip bones. "See, I just think you were with the wrong man. I think that's your problem."

His hand ran lightly up her inner thigh until it found the spot he was looking for. His fingers probed gently, and she drew in a sharp breath.

"See?" he said, looking up at her and smiling.

"Brian, I can't do this," she said, pulling away from him and sitting up.

"Why not?" he asked, his voice a plaintive whine.

"I just can't. Not here. Not on a couch. It's just... not right. I don't know how else to explain it," she said, grabbing her panties off the floor and slipping them back on. He sat back on the couch and laughed.

"You know, in my head, I know you're right. But if you only knew how much I want you right now," he said, letting his head fall back.

"I'm so sorry," she said, putting her bra, then her shirt on.  She sat down beside him. "Are you mad at me?"

"No," he said. "I could never be mad at you. Come here." He put his arms around her and held her. She put her legs over his lap and put her head on his shoulder, as he cradled her like a baby. He kissed her forehead. They sat quietly for several minutes. There was still a fire in her groin, and it was beginning to ache. Was it possible for women to get blue balls?

"Brian," she said softly, "have you been with a lot of women?"

He giggled. "What kind of question is that?"

"I was just curious."

"Well, that's a very subjective question, isn't it? I mean, if you ask if I've been with a lot of women compared to... oh, AJ, that would be a no. "

"Ok. I'll stop asking questions," she said, kissing his cheek. He turned and kissed her lips.

"I'll go," he said. "I know you've got to get back to work."

She didn't really want him to leave, but she knew he had to. She needed to get back to work, and she was afraid of what might happen if he stayed. She nodded her head slowly, but didn't let go of his neck.

"Sam, I can't leave if you don't get up," he said softly.

"I know. I just don't want to move. You feel so good," she said, still not getting up.

"Ok. I can sit here all night. I don't have anywhere else to be," he said, wrapping his arms back around her. She sighed and nuzzled against his neck.

"Brian," she said finally, "I have a serious question for you, ok?"

"Ok," he said slowly, "shoot."

"Does this mean we're taking our relationship to the next level? I mean... well, you know what I mean. I'm not pressuring you. I just want to get some idea of where this is going."

Brian was quiet for a few seconds, then spoke. "Let's just take it one day at a time. See where it leads us. I really like you, Samantha. You're my best friend. I never thought I'd say that to another woman, but you are. I don't ever want to lose that, no matter what."

"Ok. That's fine," she said, feeling a little disappointed. But she couldn't blame him. He had just gotten out of a relationship with a spiteful bitch. She remembered how it felt when she and Jeff first divorced. She had almost turned American league over the whole situation. Men had been the enemy. Women didn't treat each other like that. She laughed at the idea now. There was no way she could go for women. Men just felt too good. She forced herself off of Brian's lap and pulled her clothes back on. She threw Brian his shirt, and he pulled it back over his head. They were saying their goodbyes when Samantha heard the front door to the office open and close. She stuck her head out of her office to see who it was.

"Shit," she groaned. Jeff. Jeff was walking down the hall...
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