Sexual Encounter

Dizzy, she felt dizzy and feverish with excitement. He felt more turned on than he had ever felt. They’d been catching each other’s eyes at the place they both usually ate lunch, a regular New York power lunch place which specialized in salad and lean protein and where most people wore blacks suits, men with red ties to match and women with diamond engagement rings and sleek hair. She knew what he ordered, a steak with steamed rice and vegetables. He drank an iced tea with it. He knew that she ate a salad with turkey, tomatoes, pumpkin seeds and cranberries every day. They both wore wedding bands. 

They worked in different buildings but close to each other. One day she’d had an early meeting and they had come in on the same train in the morning. She’d been reading a slim poetry book and he had been listening to his ipod. They eyed each other while pretending to not be looking.

This had been going on for weeks until one day after work they finally they came face to face in the bar at the W hotel, a place well know for being a make out place. They were both there meeting friends. His friends left first and he stayed behind, nursing a vodka soda and watching her out of the corner of his eye. Finally her friends left and she went to the ladies room. He met her as she came out, an extra drink in hand. She accepted it wordlessly and took a sip, her eyes on him. It was the same wine she’d been drinking all night. 

He took her hand and led her to the elevator, putting their drinks down on a vacant table before they stepped in. There were a couple of hotel guests on the elevator who got off on the 4th floor. They rode up further, holding hands and looking away from each other the whole time. Once they reached the top floor, he let the door open and slid off his shoes, one of which he used to leave the door propped open. Anyone could have walked in and that added to their excitement.

The look they exchanged just before they touched was static with electricity. They reached out to each other at the same time, she reaching her arms behind his neck, he grabbing her by the waist. They kissed and it was perfect, urgent, moist, satin smooth. He smelled like aftershave, she smelled like some exotic perfume. Her hair brushed his cheek and it felt so sensual he had to hold himself back. Their hands were now all over each other, she was unzipping his pants, he was unbuttoning her blouse, she was scratching his back, he was feeling her breasts, she was tugging at his hair, he was kissing her back. She gasped, he groaned. She was wet and he was throbbing, both their eyes were half-closed, their mind was on nothing else right now. She sat on the floor and opened her legs and he bent on top of her. It was all he could do not to explode right then. Still, it lasted no more than five minutes, before they both came with their hearts thundering, their cheeks flushed, their lips pressed together to keep from crying out loud. 

Afterwards they both got quietly dressed. They pressed the down button on the elevator. She got off first and didn’t look back. He watched her go, running a hand over his head to smooth down his hair. They met at their home for dinner thirty minutes later.