For Gary
written by:
Lucy

Even although the station concourse was crowded, Lucy could hear the click of her heels on the tiles. It sounded to her like nails being hammered into the coffin of a love affair that never was, and never would be. Why this meeting, this first and last meeting with a man who had come to mean so much to her? Although they had only ever spoken, he seemed to have the ability to rock her to her very core. A lot was at stake; too much for both of them to run any risks, yet here she was walking to meet her destiny.

Then there he was, standing taller than she had imagined his back to her looking out in the other direction. Lucy stopped and stood; this was her last chance to turn and walk away, her last chance to run. Then as if some invisible finger had tapped his shoulder, he turned and saw her, and in five swift steps he had gathered her in his arms.

"Coffee Lucy, just coffee." As his mouth tried to seek hers, before she managed turned her head away.

Then, there they were, drinking coffee and trying to keep the conversation light. Their two espressos standing side by side both barely touched.

"Gary, why am I here? This is so wrong!" her head dropping, unable to meet his gaze "I - I don't think..."

"No, Lucy no, don't think. I know this is dangerous; I know this will hurt, but we - I need this memory. I needed to see you." He said as his thumb ran back and forth across the knuckles of her hand, and the index finger of his other hand traced the line of her jaw.

"We need to get away from here, somewhere where we can talk." He added.

"Talk! Do we have anything to say? I thought it had all already been said. Gary, I can't be with you. I love you, but..." Lucy knitted her hands in her lap.

Then, suddenly he stood, and they were on the move, his hand was underneath her arm steering her; this time towards the station exit.

"No Gary, no - Not a hotel. For the love of god."

He put his arm around her shoulders as he guided her gently through the crowds, and then across the road.

"No, not a hotel - a flat, a friends flat." He said as they mounted the stairs that nestled between two shops.

Lucy walked inside the flat, and he followed. Then, as the catch of the door clicked into place, it seemed to seal their fate. She turned and looked at him, just as his shoes thudded on the floor. He really was a fine specimen with his short-cropped hair and his lovely shoulders. She just stood and watched as he removed his jacket and tie. Then she noticed that his fingers shook slightly as he fumbled with the cuff buttons on his shirt. Oh well, que sera, sera she thought, and she stepped over to him.

"Here let me." She said, taking his hand and flicking a nail into the button hole to release it. "Shall I do the rest?"

So there he stood arms akimbo and the sexiest grin on his face. "Please, please be my guest."

The sense of anticipation grew with every button she undid. He pulled the tail of his shirt out of his trousers while she tackled his belt, and his hand covered hers as she reached for the clasp. Then his other hand cradled the back of her neck, and his lips finally consumed hers. She was so aware of the strength and the ferocity of the kiss as his tongue sought hers, sensuously stroking and then circling her whole mouth, leaving her panting and wanting. Their foreheads were touching as they each gasped for air; when his hand finally let her undo the clasp at the waist of his pants. Her hands circling and smoothing his waist freeing the shirt as they moved, sliding up his body, over his shoulders; pushing his shirt off and letting it slide down his arms.

Then there it was that piece of body art that she had seen in his photos; the tattoo that covered and wrapped around his right shoulder. How long had she wanted to trace its pattern with her fingers? To let her tongue get lost in the maze of swirls and loops? Instinctively letting her left index finger touch and start to trace the pattern, she followed the lines over his shoulder. Touching him, she felt him quiver and shiver as he took a sharp intake of breath.

"Fuck Lucy!"

Lifting her head to meet his gaze, "Yes Gary, in a minute." Her wry grin lit up her face.

Somewhere along the line he had lost his trousers and now stood before her, dressed only in his shorts. Lucy took in the fine smattering of hair on his chest, and his tight flat belly; oh yes - a true sight to behold. Stepping back Lucy undid the two buttons that held the front of her jacket. She wriggled her shoulders so it fell, unloved in a heap behind her; now bringing into view the bright red camisole which she had twinned with her black formal suit that morning. His fingers traced the straps of her top, over her shoulders and along the front neck line. Blue eyes meeting green, neither of them looking away as she reached behind and undid the button and the zip that fastened her skirt, which then joined the puddle of clothes at her feet.

So there she stood, in matching red panties to go with the camisole top and red shoes, and as usual, neutral coloured thigh-high hold ups. Gary groaned as he lifted her in his arms and carried her through the door into the bedroom. Striding to the bed, he placed her like a precious package in the middle of the mattress.

His smile lit up his face. "Don't worry, clean sheets - my clean sheets."

Lucy rolled her eyes, as Gary stood by the bed and in one swift movement pulled his shorts down. His wonderful erection snagged on the waist band and then bounced into view. Hell, she thought, that must be so hard. His eyes followed hers.

"It's been like that since I got your call yesterday. There's nothing I can do or think of to make it go down." He said as he sank on to the bed beside her.

As he propped himself up on his elbow, his finger traced the shape of her erect nipple through her top. One nipple and then the other, cupping her generous breast in his hand, and she heard a sharp intake of his breath.

"No Bra! No support of any kind, oh god this I must see." He pulled the camisole up so that it rested on the top of her chest, leaving her breasts and belly button open to his gaze.

He gently cupped one globe and brought it to his mouth, licking and savouring her taste and her tight nipple. Lucy groaned, his mouth was soft and gentle - then hard and demanding. His pace kept changing leaving Lucy unable to do anything but lie there and feel. She stretched out her hand and finally touched his cock. That so hard rod that felt like velvet, she stroked him, slowly and lightly with her thumb brushing over the tip of his glans. His hand worked its way down her belly, his pinkie finger delving into her tummy button as it passed. Slowly, and briefly running rings around it, before sliding on down and slipping under the waist band of her panties. She gasped as his hand cupped her mons, and two fingers sank into her cunt; she was so wet. Their lips met, and their movements synchronised as both of their bodies' staked claim to the other. Lucy was building; her breathing changed and the tension in her pussy increased, whilst Gary kept the same tempo, and the same pressure.

"Gary, oh Gary. Please." Lucy bleated.

On her signal, he scooted between her thighs, placing both thumbs up inside her panties from leg to waist on both sides - ripping them out of the way then swooping down and cupping his mouth over her pussy, parting her lower lips and flicking his tongue over her clit. As she started to buck, he took hold of her hips and held her steady against his mouth. Taking her orgasm and her essence deep into his very soul, claiming her, albeit briefly, for his own.

When her shaking subsided, he stretched himself over her and slowly sank deep into her welcoming body, their union completing the feeling between them. This was how it was meant to be, this one entity - two bodies, two souls acting as one. Her pussy held onto him. He felt peace, lust and Lucy. As he moved, her internal muscles rippled around him, the feeling of being surrounded by her, every ridge, and every spasm vivid in his mind. His control was slipping; the pace was mounting with every sense heightened. Their kisses were hard and passionate, each hanging onto the other, for fear of losing the oneness. Sensing the need to slow down Gary pulled out of her, and sat back on his haunches. Then with his hands on her hips, he pulled her bum up the slope of his thighs. Opening her legs he could see the soft puffy petals of her sex exposed to him He slowly fed his length back into her and held her thighs apart in his hands. After two thrusts to settle his cock back in her sheath, he lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders and leaned back into her; kissing her sweetly, and resting himself on his arms. As his pace increased it was all Lucy could do, to hang onto his arms and go with the constant pounding. She could feel the rasp of his trimmed pubic hair stinging her erect clit with every thrust, sending feelings so primal through her.

Her belly started clenching again, her muscles rippling up and down his cock. Every thrust sent his cock sweeping over her sweet spot, building her higher and higher. His arms started to collapse and her legs locked themselves around his waist, banging on his bum with every thrust. His face so close to hers, as her arms wound around his neck - his arms by her shoulders and fingers in her hair.

"Shit Luce it's too much, I.... I..." Lucy claimed his mouth, not wanting to hear, frightened to hear what he had to say.

Then letting his kiss go, she added. "Gary, I have to let go. I can't hold anymore." Sobs caught in her throat as stars burst before her eyes and her pussy spasmed around him, clenching and heaving on his cock.

The shocks and the sensation of her orgasm sent him into meltdown, as it triggered his own. His thrusts were hard and elemental as he shot ropes of hot cum deep into her already quaking cunt. Sweating and shaking he managed to open his eyes to see tears in hers, and leaning forward into her face, he gently and tenderly kissed each one away.

"Lucy, Lucy - please, not like this. Don't cry."

"Could be tears of joy. That was wonderful. I never knew that I could feel like this." She sighed into his lips.

As he shifted to lie by her side, he stroked the hair away from her face, and traced her features with his fingers.... then leaned over and kissed her nose.

"Sleep Baby." He said as he settled beside her.

When Lucy woke up, Gary was still asleep spread out on his tummy with his head to one side. He stirred a little as she slipped out of the bed, and reclaimed her clothes. When she was dressed, she stood and watched him. His breathing was regular, and he made a soft popping noise on his exhaled breath. He looked so peaceful, and so loveable. She knew that this was the coward's way out, but they both had families and an affair would never be enough. So bending, she gently kissed his cheek, all the time praying that he wouldn't wake.

As she stood looking at him for one last time, she placed the note she had already written on top of his clothes.

"Gary, I love you - I will always love you. There is a place in my heart that will always be yours; but what I feel isn't fair, isn't right. Too many people will get hurt; because unless I walk away now, once will never be enough. Goodbye my darling."

Then she turned and walked away, and the door closed softly and silently behind her.