SV5 - One Shots

Forbidden Fruit (2)

Seb watched her as she turned the key in the door behind them. She took it out and placed it on the small pine table that was the only item of furniture in the hallway.  All of a sudden he was hit with doubts.

What the fuck are you doing Sebastian? he asked himself.  You're a married man. You have children.  Why would you risk it all for a night with a woman you don't know and will probably never meet again?

Probably why she is the ideal woman to cheat with, said the devil on his shoulder.  She doesn't know you, you don't know her.  Juliet isn't interested. Wouldn't it be nice to be wanted, to be desired, just for one night?

"You never told me your name," Immy said.  Seb looked at her as if he didn't understand a word she was saying.  "Your name?" she repeated. 

His name. Should he give her a fake one? What if his real name sparked off something in her mind and she realised who he was?

"Sebastian," he blurted out, risking it. If he went through with this, and it was a big if, he wanted her screaming out his name, not some random one.

"Sebastian. Nice. Do you prefer that or Seb, or Bastian?"

"Sebastian or Seb is fine." So far, so good. She didn't seem to recognise his name. She obviously wasn't a racing fan, but he was a bit of a local celebrity and there weren't many Sebastians about.

"Can I get you a drink? Tea, coffee, hot chocolate?"

"I'll have a hot chocolate please," he replied. Antti wouldn't be happy but he'd already had shitloads of alcohol so one hot chocolate wouldn't matter, and maybe, just maybe, he'd be working it off in bed before the night was through.

He followed her through into the kitchen. He'd never seen such a small kitchen in his life. There was a barely any room to move. She filled the kettle up and switched it on before reaching up and opening a cupboard. She took out two blue mugs and placed them on the counter.

After several seconds of silence she turned and looked at him.

"I don't usually do this, you know."

"Make hot chocolate?" She laughed.

"Invite men I don't know into my home. I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me. This is...really out of character."

"Then I guess I'm honoured." They stared into each other's eyes, the sexual tension off the scale. Seb wanted to forget the hot chocolate and fuck her right here, right now, on that kitchen counter. He fought his desire, he had to. He couldn't do this. Well, he could, but he shouldn't. But would he?

She turned away and started spooning hot chocolate powder into the mugs. He looked down at her legs, imagining rubbing his hand up the inside of her thigh. What kind of panties was she wearing? Full briefs? Bikini style? A thong?

He felt his dick beginning to show interest. This could get embarrassing, he thought. He turned and leant forward onto the counter so his crotch wasn't visible. He had to think of something else, anything else,  so he didn't think of Immy's undies. What was the most unsexy thing he could think of? Heidi's teacher, Madame Bouvier. That should do the trick. He pictured the plump, fifty something teacher. She was scary. She was the nearest thing he'd seen in real life to Miss Trunchbull from the movie Matilda. Yeah, that did the trick. His dick began to behave. For now anyway.

He realised that the kettle had finished boiling and she'd made the cups of hot chocolate. She picked hers up.

"Come on through," she said. He picked his up and followed her through to the lounge. She placed her mug onto a coaster on the coffee table and sank down on onto the black velvet sofa. Seb hesitated for a second before putting his mug down and joining her on the sofa, making sure he left a gap between them.