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Andrew came up behind me and ever so slowly swept my
hair to one side, his fingers featherlight on my neck as he exposed my skin to
the night air. With his hands on either side of me he pressed me to the railing
and murmured into my neck, “I need to know that you really want this.”
    His lips on my sensitive skin and the feeling of him pinning
me to the deck sent a flash of need through me. “I really do want this,” I
insisted, arching into him.
    “I want to hear you say it,” he commanded, not unkindly.
“Tell me what it is that you want.” But he was nuzzling now, distracting me
with those lips, nibbling my earlobe, his breath hot against the nape of my
neck. I merely moaned in response, shuddering as he nipped my shoulder and then
turned me gently to face him.
    He explored the hollow of my throat with his tongue, traced
my collarbone with his lips, dipped his face into the swell of my cleavage. I
stifled a groan as my need grew sharper, stabbed me between my thighs and
stiffened my nipples.
    “I-I want…” And then I ran out of words.
    Andrew grazed his mouth over the curve of one breast, his
breath hot against my flesh. “This?” he whispered.
    “Yes… Keep kissing me, just like that,” I sighed, and he
pressed his face between my tits. “Yes… I love it…” His hands were on my
breasts, kneading them through the fabric, his thumbs strumming over the erect
nubs. And then he slid his fingers under the straps and suddenly my dress was
around my waist, exposing my entire nude torso.
    “Oh, fuck, these are perfect,” he breathed, cupping my tits
and burying his face in them, licking at them and drawing one hard nipple into
his mouth while he pulled his tie off and flung it on the chair. He kept right
on sucking my nipple while he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing a muscular chest
with a tidily trimmed thatch of hair under the thin undershirt. His tongue
flicked and teased, traced around my areola and then he was feasting on the
other stiff peak as I twined my fingers through his hair and looked over at my
husband, watching from the center of the room.
    I was in both places, it seemed. There with Andrew, wet and
aching for him, enjoying his touch and eager for more. There with Jason,
putting on a private show for his pleasure with some man I didn’t even know. It
was arousing and terrifying and I felt simultaneously ashamed and exhilarated.
But my body was deciding for me tonight, and my body wanted this. Oh God, did
my body want this.
    Andrew turned me back toward the railing, tracing his tongue
down my spine, tasting every bump and pressing me forward as he did, his strong
hands holding my hips in place. His touch was gentle but insistent,
intensifying the feverish sensations building inside me.
    “Mmhmm…” I sighed again and he continued, nibbling lightly.
His hands were at the tops of my thighs, stroking upward, catching the hem of
my dress and pushing my skirt up slightly as they skimmed across my body. The
night air caught me between my legs and I could tell from the instant coolness
that I was soaked through the sheer layer of lace.
    And then Andrew’s hands slid between my panties and my
flesh, gripping my ass cheeks and shoving the thin fabric impatiently down over
my hips. I pulled away from him for just a moment to remove them and my dress
and to watch him hastily shed the rest of his clothing.
    He was young and lean and almost feline in his sexiness, the
dark hair keeping him from looking too sweet. Already he was sporting a shadow
on his jaw and I shivered thinking about that rough face sliding between my
thighs, just as I’d had a similar thought about Jason earlier that night. I was
naked now in front of this stranger but somehow it wasn’t awkward. I wanted him
just as he wanted me, and that gave it an air of intimacy, of understanding.
    I watched him take me in, his face unabashedly excited as
his eyes traveled over my breasts, my belly, my legs, my neatly trimmed mound.
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