1. Taking Chances


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    had drifted away. “Oh nothing, nothing, really,” she answered, looking at him. “I told you I want honesty. You weren’t thinking nothing, tell me what you were thinking.” Just then the waiter brought the bottle of wine, opened it and placed the bottle of wine on the table. “Enjoy,” he said, smiling. “Thank you,” Tom said quickly, looking at the waiter, while lifting the bottle to fill Catherine’s glass. He picked up his glass and raised it to hers. “To honesty,” he said, clicking her glass. “Yes, honesty, I’ll drink to that.” Catherine clicked his glass and noticed the lines around his eyes when he smiled, the twinkle behind his wire-rimmed glasses. Sipping their wine, they again looked at each other over the rims of their glasses and Catherine suddenly felt that rising tingling thrill sweep through her again. She sensed that they were seducing each other, but then felt foolish, confused and aware that she was heading into dangerous territory. She put her glass down, suddenly feeling shy, not knowing what to say, but muttered to herself, This is crazy. “So Catherine, you didn’t answer my question before, what were you thinking?” He paused and chuckled. “Now don’t tell me it was nothing.” “ Hmm,” Catherine murmured, not knowing how to answer his question. She felt his intense blue eyes looking at her, his waiting for an answer. Reluctant to tell him, she took another sip of wine and thought how handsome he was. She didn’t know his age, but guessed he was close to Martin’s age, ...
    probably sixty or sixty-five. She struggled to know what to say. Should she say she was feeling attracted to him? Or that she shouldn’t be here and had to get home, but then she realized that wasn’t honest. The wine was relaxing her. She knew she was feeling desire, but did not want to betray Martin, or go where her feelings were leading her and complicate her life. She was trapped in conflicting emotions and could not find the words she needed to answer his question. She looked at him, her fingers stroking the stem of her wine glass, and bit her lower lip before speaking. “I was thinking how much I’m enjoying being with you,” she finally said. “There. I’m being honest.” Tom leaned forward and took Catherine’s hands, gripping them tightly. She was surprised by his sudden action but did not pull them away. “Come back to my apartment.” “Are you serious? I can’t do that.” “Why?” “I’m a married woman and we just met. I hardly know you,” she said, still letting him hold her hands. “I know you’re a married woman, but you wouldn’t be the first woman who cheated on her husband and I have a feeling you want something more in your life, more than a comfortable relationship. I can tell.” “You can? What can you tell?” “That you want intensity, romance, passion. You love your husband, I know that, but you’re also bored. Aren’t you?” “Tom! You shouldn’t be talking to me like this. You don’t know me.” “Yes I do. I can tell by how you’re letting me hold your hands. You didn’t pull away and I ...
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