My friend Amy finally found the right man and they were having a weekend wedding in the mountains. All wedding guests were staying in this huge mountain lodge. There were meals to be had, drinks to enjoy, and activities galore! I was so excited for my dear friend and the weekend sounded like a marvelous get-away, so of course, I dragged my husband to the mountains for the weekend.

It was one of the hottest weekends in the history of our region. To my absolute horror, the lodge had no air-conditioning whatsoever. In one afternoon, I sweat away about five pounds. I needed some kind of relief. Earlier, I had jumped into a pond that turned out to be a reservoir for a number of nasty little creatures that I didn’t even know existed. I nearly levitated out of there, not feeling refreshed at all. My next thought was to climb the mountain; it would be cooler at the top. Everyone thought that I was insane, the thought of moving was less than appealing to everyone. I begged my husband to go with me to no avail (there are animals out there; I didn’t want to go alone). Finally, a random guy named Tom understood my reasoning and cheerfully volunteered to be my protector. For all I knew, this man was a serial killer, but he was attractive, so if worst came to worst, I would die cooler and with a smile on my face.

As we walked and talked, Tom turned out to be a fascinating person. He was a veterinarian for large animals (the kind no one else in their right mind would approach with a needle), and he had lived abroad for the last five years. His movements and build were like that of an athletes. As he walked ahead of me, I could not help but watch his strong legs and ass climb the rocks. What a lovely view this place had! Apparently, Tom did not even work out, he was simply this strong due to his every day activity.

At last, we reached the top. As I had suspected, it was a lot cooler with a lot less insects buzzing around. We sat on a huge flat rock and enjoyed the slight breeze. He gestured a lot as he spoke and his arm inadvertently bumped the side of mine. Uh-oh, just that quick touch made me start to sweat again. I laughed at myself at how silly it was to start to feel for this random Tom guy. Then my mind began to wonder. As he chatted happily, I wonder what it would feel like to run my hands down that strong back and ass. I just wanted to start touching him, exploring every single part of him. Everything was sexy about this man. How can anyone in this heat smell so good, almost powdery? He spoke with a very slight accent (probably from traveling all over), and he had a very deep voice - until he got excited about a topic. It would then rise about half an octave. Whoa, I thought, I would like to see something else rise….

“So you feel it to, do you?” I startled visibly. “What’s that?”

He explained that the reason that he had been talking non-stop was to try to fill the huge space of words unsaid. Even more, these words came rushing into my own head, and I just looked at him blankly. “I’m married”, I said dumbly. I can be so uneloquent at times.

He chuckled, shaking his head. He informed me that he knew that, as soon as he saw me. He then assured me that he was in no way trying to hit on me. “I am just not that sort of lad”, he said without taking his eyes away from mine for even a second. “Neither am I”, said I cleverly. We both laughed and then there was silence. We sat for what seemed like a lifetime without saying a word, without looking at each other, especially not touching each other.

“Isn’t it amazing”, he said, “how electricity can happen between two strangers”. “Just a glance, a simple touch” he grazed my knee, “and sparks can just go like mad”.

I am not sure how much time had passed, or how it happened, but we were making out. I just could not stop myself. My hands ran the length of his back feeling every muscle, then his shoulders, his arms, and his chest. “You are beautiful”, I whispered to him, “absolutely beautiful”. I felt his thighs and his hips. I assumed he was touching me as well, but I was completely engrossed by the feel of him. His mouth felt and tasted so good. I hadn’t been kissed like that in such a long time, years. I wanted him. I ached for him, but somehow we stopped. “I can’t do this to you”, he said, then turned on his heels and started to walk quickly back to the lodge. “No, No, No!” screamed the voice inside my head, but I followed shamefully.

I did not sleep at all that night. Especially knowing that he was lying (probably naked), just a few rooms down the hall from me. It was so dreadfully hot that night. I just lay there willing sleep to come. What I did was wrong, what I wanted to do was even more wrong. But I could dream whatever I wanted. Sleep dammit, dream please, dream! And oh, what a dream it was.

I had gotten up to use the restroom down the hall. As I returned, I noticed his door open just slightly. It was so dark (I really hoped this was the right room). The dark figure was lying on his back, looking right at me, saying nothing. It was him. He was slightly covered, but I knew he was naked. I had to have that mouth again, so I knelt on the floor and kissed him. I let my hand roam under the covers and discovered that he was hard as a rock. I wanted to suck him. I whispered, “I want you in my mouth” and followed my desire. The skin on his member was astonishingly soft.

He lifted me off of the floor and onto him effortlessly. He kissed me, and caressed me with such a fantastic touch. I really felt like a “woman”. I felt desirable again for the first time in years. I wished that this night could go on for ever, but I knew that this would be it. I burned the images and feelings into my mind, so that I could visit the memories on future occasions.

When he entered me, I could have climaxed instantly, but I wanted to hold off for a while. I tried to relax and enjoy the feeling of him inside of me. I noticed that he had to take pause on several instances as well, so that he too was able to refrain from orgasm. Finally, after what seemed like only a few minutes later, I came. The pulsating of my inner muscles against him caused him to lose the ability to hold out, and he climax as well.

When I woke the next morning, I felt refreshed by my happy dream. Perhaps this will carry me through the next several hundred years of marriage. But wait, why am I so sore? Just as the guilt began to consume me, my husband rolled over and whispered in my ear, “you were great last night”.