EroticReverie

*commissioned*

At lunchtime Sam and I decide to go to a small deli/sub shop right off campus. It's not the first time we've went to lunch together, and it's not the first time I've ridden with her in her car.

It takes barely 5 minutes until were there, and there's barely any flirting as we ride over. I get out as we park and walk over and open her door for her as I always do. 

I watch her leg swing out and both heels land on the pavement as she steps out. I check out her lower legs, and imagine them thrown over my shoulder, and that skirt up around her waist. I clear my throat at my own thoughts as she gives me a little smirk. 

"You're so obvious." she says with a laugh as she stands and steps out the way as I swing her car door shut.

"Hmm?" I ask looking at her as she gives me a flirtatious little stare. 

"You think you're slick , but I saw you checking out my legs." she says. 

I shrug. "Maybe I wanted you to catch me." I say. 

"Is that why you're blushing Patrick?" she teases as she steps closer. 

I just smile slightly.

I tense slightly when she slips her hand onto my chest and steps close to me, so close that her breasts are pushing slightly against my chest as she looks up at me. 

"You know..." she says , as she smile and then looks down at me and her hand slides up to the collar of my dress shirt as she pretends to straighten in.

"I love it when you look at me." she says quietly. 

"You do?" I ask. 

I watch her smile as she straightens and restraightens my collar. 

"My husband used to look at me that way...." she says. 

And for a moment, I'm sad. Because I get it. And also because, her husband is a fucking fool for no longer looking at her that way.

"He used to look at me that way, right before he'd undress me..." she says even quiet. 

My sadness is gone, and replaced by the idea of undressing her. My palms itch to grab her , and strip her right here in the parking lot. 

"Right before...." she says looking up at me and leaning in, standing on her tip toes to get to my ear. "...he fucked me." she finishes. My eyes widening, my cock twitching in response.

"Jesus" I mutter under my breath and she giggles and bites her lower lip as she moves back flat on her heels. 

She smirks, knowing what she's done, and pushes back slightly and nods towards the deli. 

"I'm starving." she says as she walks towards the deli, acting as if she didn't just put the image of her being fucked into my head. (Not that it isn't pretty much always an image in my head.)

We order, we sit with our drinks as they make our sandwiches. 

We sit at a small table in the corner of the shop, and she excuses herself to use the restroom. She's only gone for a few minutes and then comes back with a little smile on her face. 

"What?" I eye her suspiciously.

She cocks her brow. "You didn't get it?" 

"Get what?" I ask. 

She sits and crosses her legs with a giggle. 

"I sent you a snap chat." she says. 

"Oh.." I say pulling out my phone, as she rests her elbows on the table, chin her hands, watching me carefully with a big smile on her face.

"What did you do?" I ask her as if she's a misbehaving toddler. 

"you'll see" she says as I finally find the app. 

I give a little sigh as I open the app, and then click her name. 

I hear the little satisfied giggle she gets from my wide eyed reaction. 

It's a mirror selfie, of Sam in the rest room, standing back against the wall, so it catches all of her, her phone is lifted high to get the angle right. 

She's holding her phone in the hand held high, and her other hand.....it's holding up her skirt, exposing a lot of leg, her legs are spread slightly.  I gulp. Unable to tear my eyes away from my phone.

"Shit." I say when the next photo is shown and its Sam turned around, aiming the photo over her shoulder at the mirror, as her other hand is against the wall, legs spread a bit further this time, with her skirt lifted up around her waist, but letting just enough of it cover her ass as she sticks it out. 

"Two monster grilled cheese!" A cheery voice says, and I jump, holding the phone to my chest. 

The waitress jumps too slightly. 

"Sorry, didnt mean to startle you!" she laughs slightly and sets down our plates. 

"Thank you" me and Sam both say as the waitress walks off. 

Sam gives a little pout. "you probably missed the best one." 

I look at her. 

"Sam..." I say. Debating what I should say. Because, fuck. I wanted more. But, I was fucking married. I had to keep reminding myself, because she made it harder every day for me to fight to do the right thing by my beliefs.

"Hmmm?" she answers with a playfulness in her stare as she picks up a half of her grilled cheese and takes a bite. Smiling as she chews, then licking a crumb from her lip. 

"I....I..." shit I was stammering like an idiot. "the pictures are...." 

"Mhmm." she says with a smile and takes another bite of her sandwich.

"I liked them." I say and she sets down the sandwich. 

"But...I feel like...this is wrong." I say and look at her and see a slight disappointed drop in her shoulders, but she's still looking at me. 

"It's just some innocent fun." she says, both of us knowing it's not at all innocent. Fun however. Yes. 

She uncrosses her legs and I feel the toe of her heel against my ankle and sneaking up my pant leg. 

"If you can't touch me ....you should at least be able to look." she grins and the tip of her tongue goes to her upper lip as she lifts a brow. I swallow hard as she tilts her head and then I feel her heel drop my pant leg and instead go up along the inside of my lower leg.

I clear my throat, and she grins. 

"don't you think so Patrick?" she asks, chewing that fucking lip, as she brushes her heel along the inside of my knee, and only slightly along the inside of my thigh, before bringing it back down along my leg. 

"Look, but dont touch." I say, my voice slightly shaky, my breath getting slightly heavier. She nods with a smile. 

"Mmmhmm" she says. 

"And i'll let you look at whatever you want Patrick." she raises her eyebrow and then leans over the table slightly.

"Ever had a woman spread her legs for you and take a picture?" she asks. 

My eyes widen and look around to make sure nobody else has heard us. 

She giggles. 

"No."I say. 

"Is that something you'd like?" she asks , tilting her head as she surveys me. 

"I..." I swallow. 

"Just answer yes or no or Patrick." she says, knowing I'm about to speak of all the reasons that this is wrong. 

"Yes." I answer, my eyes widening surprising myself. 

"Good." she purrs, as she she reaches a hand across the table, and her fingertips slide over my hand thats resting on the table, gripping my phone. 

"Maybe if you're lucky, someday someone will send you one." she winks and and I narrow my eyes at her. 

"You're fucking with me." I say. wondering if she was just trying to get me to admit I'm a pervert. 

She laughs slightly. Her hand still on mine, loosening my grip my from my phone as she slips her hand under mine, running her finger tips against my palms lightly. 

"I'm trying to fuck with you Crosby...I've been trying." she says quietly. I grab her hand and she smiles. 

"I think we should eat." I say and let go of her hand and clear my throat, and take a drink of my water. 

"Now, you're totally setting me up for a dirty joke with that." she says playfully.

I look up, forgetting what I even just said.

"Huh?" I ask. 

"That we should eat....." she says. "When I was just talking about spreading my legs." She smirks. 

I look at her, my cock fucking pressing against the fabric of my briefs and my pants, and she has be embarrassingly hard right now in public. I hate it, yet I love it. I love the reaction she's able to get out of me, by just being in the same room. She makes me feel things that I missed feeling. She's exciting, she's naughty, and she's made it clear more than once that she wants us to mess around.  so why can't I? At this point, I don't even think my wife would give a damn. Part of me wonders if my wife thinks about having an affair with other men, or if she already has. 

"You're in quite the mood today Mrs. Goldman." I say. 

She laughs. "You could say that."  she says as she sips her drink and I take a bite of my sandwich. 

When I not so casually redirect the conversation into things to do with class, she purses her lips, but then takes a bite of her food and lets the conversation fall into work related things, without giving me shit for it. 

I just don't trust myself with her. Each day, each second I'm around her, my lust for her multiplies, and my guilt only grows along with it. But she's right isnt she? Is looking really that bad?  Okay, yes. I know it is. But not AS bad as what i REALLY want, is what I mean. Compared to screwing her over my desk , looking is the lesser of the sins. I think. Or are they both just equally as bad when it comes to adultery? 

When we finish our sandwiches, we sit and talk a bit more, and she seems unaffected, as if we weren't  just talking about her spreading her legs and snapping photos for me 5-10 minutes ago. 

It amazes me how she can be so professional one second and so...dirty the next.  I watch her mouth as she talks, her lips, her teeth, the way she smiles as she talks. I watch how she speaks using her hands,  and can't help but appreciate how beautiful she is, and how hot she is even when she's not being suggestive or flirting. 

"we should probably head back" she says. 

I nod and we bring out plates to the plastic tubs near the trash and walk out. 

We walk to the car and I open her door for her and she smiles. 

"You dont have to do that everytime you know." she says as she sits down in her seat.

"I do it because I like doing it, not because I have to." I tell her. 

She nods slightly and smiles. I shut the door and walk around to my side and slide in and close the door. 

Driving back to school we park in the teachers area, and then just sit in the car with the windows rolled down listening to the radio. 

I look over after a few minutes of sitting in a comfortable silence and her eyes are closed, her head is back and shes breathing slowly, I can help but watch the slight rise of her chest with each breath.

"I can feel you staring." She says, and my eyes flick up to her face. She's not looking, her eyes are still closed.

"How?" I ask. 

She laughs and shrugs. 

"Just a guess." she says and then opens her eyes and turns her head with a smile. 

"Were you?" she asks. 

I shrug. "Maybe." 

"what part of me?" she asks. 

"What do you mean?" I ask. 

"What part of me were you staring at ?" she asks.

I take a slight breath. "Your face." I say. 

She gives a little smile. 

"Then your breasts." I admit. 

Her eyes jump with surprise, but then she just gives me a lazy grin. 

"Do you like staring at my breasts Patrick?" she asks. 

"Yes." I freely admit, not sure why, I guess there's no point in lying. I'm a man, of course I enjoy looking at them. 

"What's your favorite part of me to look at?" She asks. 

"All of you." I say. Shaking my head. "I cant choose." I say. 

She smiles wider. "Good answer." she says.

"I enjoy looking at all of you too." she says quietly. 

"I'm not much to look at." I say.

She shakes her head slightly. "Don't do that." 

"Do what?" I ask. 

"Be self deprecating ...I love looking at you... and you have no reason to think you're not much to look at....because you are, and when I look at you...I get so hot." she says and I feel my own temperature rise. 

"You have no idea, just how much you turn me on." she says. 

My eyebrows lift, because, I guess I knew to an extent, but they way she says it, makes it seem like I turn her on, just as much as she does me. 

"I'd like to be able to look at you even when I'm not at work...I'd like to be able to look at you when I'm home....alone in my bed....when I'm able to do something about the way looking at you makes me feel." she says. 

Is she saying she masturbates to me? 

She arches her back slightly in her seat and I notice her press her thighs together as she squirms slightly in her seat. 

"I've been wet all morning." she says and I feel my cock ready to tear through my pants. 

"Sam...jesus..." I say. She whines ever so slightly.

"Patrick...I want you." she says. "I don't care that it's wrong...I don't care that we're married...I want you....and to be clear absolutely clear Patrick...I mean that I want to fuck you." she says, and I swear I start to sweat. 

"Sam..." I say.  Wondering how much fucking longer I can hold back from doing something I'll surely regret. 

"Don't say anything.." she says shaking her head. 

"You're too good of a man...I know....." she says and turns her head back to me. 

"But i have no problem with being a bad girl Patrick." she says. 

"You just let me know if you're ever ready to be bad with me, ok?" she asks. 

I nod, ready to beg her to go somewhere to take her up on the offer right now. 

she lets out a sigh. "I'll see you tomorrow Patrick" she says. 

I nod. 

:"Thanks for lunch I say." as I reach for the door handle. We take turns paying, today was her turn. 

"You're welcome." she says and lets out a breath as I get out of the car and then bend down and peek into the car. 

"Just so you know....you make it nearly impossible for me to be good. and...I think about you more than I should. A lot more than I should." I say.

She smiles. "I know." 

I give a little smile. 

"See you tomorrow Sam."