“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Susan murmured under her breath, staring at the name tag of the man in the hotel lobby. It read ‘Bradley McAllister’. High school Bradley McAllister. The Bradley McAllister who had once snuck a peek down her shirt during algebra. She felt a strange mix of embarrassment and amusement wash over her. He looked so different, yet so much the same. The tall, lanky boy with a mischievous smirk had transformed into a handsome man with a charming smile and a confident stride.
He spotted her, and his eyes lit up. “Susan!” he called, his voice carrying the same excitement it had when he’d scored the winning touchdown at their senior prom. She couldn’t help but smile back, the years melting away as he approached. “Wow, you look fantastic,” he said, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “What brings you to town?”
“Business,” Susan replied, her voice steady despite the flutter in her stomach. “A conference for work.”
Bradley’s smile grew wider. “What a coincidence! I’m in town for a conference too. Listen, I’d love to catch up over dinner. It’s been ages.”
Susan’s heart skipped a beat. She felt a thrill of attraction, despite her better judgment. “I’m married,” she blurted out before she could stop herself. His eyes searched hers, and she realized she’d left the door open for interpretation. Did she want him to back off, or was she testing the waters?
SUMMARY^1: Susan, in town for a conference, encounters Bradley McAllister, her high school acquaintance with a past reputation as a perv. Despite her initial shock and his surprising transformation into a charming man, she feels a thrill of attraction when he suggests dinner to catch up. She reveals her marriage, unsure if she’s setting a boundary or testing the waters. —
“Ah, so am I,” Bradley said, his smile never wavering. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy a friendly meal, does it?” He held her gaze, and Susan felt the heat rising in her cheeks. She briefly wondered if he meant more, but then talked herself out of idea, telling herself she was being foolish thinking such things. He seemed to have changed and grown up, just like everyone else.
When the evening of the dinner arrived, Susan found herself dressed more carefully than she had intended. She’d chosen a black dress that hugged her curves just right, a silent rebellion against the sensible pantsuit she’d packed for the conference. As she descended the hotel staircase, she saw Bradley waiting at the bottom, looking up at her with a smoldering gaze. Seeing him in a tight shirt and designer jeans, his dark hair slicked back, sent a tremor of anticipation through her body.
The restaurant was dimly lit, with candles flickering on the tables. Bradley pulled out Susan’s chair, his hand lingering on the small of her back just a moment too long. Throughout dinner, they talked about old times, their lives since high school, and their respective careers. Susan noticed the way his eyes lingered on her cleavage, and she couldn’t help but feel a secret thrill. He was still the same Bradley, who knew all the right buttons to push, and she was surprised to find that she liked it. She told herself he was just looking, no real harm.
The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and shared memories. They ordered drinks, and with each sip, Susan felt the tension between them growing more substantial. Bradley leaned in closer, his leg brushing against hers under the table. She could feel the heat of his body, the hint of his cologne, and she wondered if he was also struggling with his thoughts. The line between friendship and something more was blurring. She knew she should change course. But, they were just talking, no real harm in that.
As the meal progressed, Bradley’s stories grew more personal and more intimate. He talked about his wife, but there was an edge to his voice, a hint of dissatisfaction that made Susan’s heart race. She found herself telling him about her own marriage, the passion that had cooled over the years. The air around them was charged with unspoken desires, and Susan felt a part of her buried for so long begin to stir.
With dessert, Bradley’s hand reached across the table, his fingers grazing hers. She didn’t pull away. “You know, Susan,” he said, his voice low and seductive, “I’ve always had a thing for you.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “What do you mean?” she asked, playing coy despite the pounding in her chest.
“Back in high school,” he continued, his eyes locked on hers, “I never had the guts to tell you how beautiful you were. And now, seeing you like this, I can’t help but wonder what could have been.”
Susan felt a wave of conflicting emotions. Part of her was ashamed at her arousal, another part was flattered, and a small, naughty part of her was intrigued. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “We’ve both moved on, Bradley.”
“But have we?” he asked, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of her hand. “Sometimes I think we never truly leave our pasts behind.”
Their eyes met, and Susan felt something shift within her. The attraction was undeniable, and she was torn between her loyalty to her husband and the moment’s excitement. “Maybe,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “just maybe.”
The tension grew palpable, and Susan knew she was standing at a crossroads. She could walk away, return to her hotel room, and forget this ever happened. Or she could give in to the temptation that Bradley was so adeptly dangling before her. The decision seemed to hang in the air, a silent question waiting for an answer.
“Let’s go for a walk,” Bradley suggested, breaking the spell. “The night’s still young, and I’d love to show you around the city.”
Susan nodded, her heart racing. She knew she was playing with fire, but the thrill was too much to resist. They left the restaurant, the cool evening air starkly contrasted with the heat building inside. As they strolled down the sidewalk, Bradley’s hand found its way to the small of her back again, guiding her through the bustling streets. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she had to remind herself to breathe.
They ended up at a quiet park, the moon casting a silver glow over the lush grass and swaying trees. They sat down on a bench, their legs almost touching. Bradley leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Do you remember the night of our senior prom?” he whispered. “When I wanted to kiss you so badly?”
Susan’s pulse quickened. She remembered that night and the way Bradley looked at her. He was on a date with a friend of hers. While his date was visiting the ladies’ room, he pulled her in for a hug and tried to kiss her. She’d been flattered but had pushed him away, telling him she had a boyfriend and he was acting drunk. Now, with the weight of her marriage and the thrill of his nearness, she felt a strange yearning. “What if I had let you?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Bradley turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire. “Then I wouldn’t have had to wait all these years to do this,” he murmured, his hand cupping her cheek. He leaned in, and Susan didn’t pull away. Their lips met, softly at first, then with a passion that seemed to have been bottled up for decades. The kiss grew deeper and more urgent, and Susan felt herself giving in to the moment. She knew it was wrong, so wrong. But she gently kissed back. It was just a kiss, no real harm.
As they broke apart, panting, Susan’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She was married, with a family waiting for her back home. But here she was, in the arms of a man who had once been nothing but a teenage crush. A man who had always been a little dangerous, a little too tempting for her own good. She looked into Bradley’s eyes and saw the same hunger reflected in her own.
“We shouldn’t,” she said, her voice weak.
“But we want to,” he countered, his hand sliding down to the neckline of her dress. “We can’t change the past, Susan, but we can make up for lost time.”
Susan’s resolve wavered. Her body screamed for more, for the excitement and passion she hadn’t felt in years. She knew it was wrong, but the allure of the forbidden was too strong. When he leaned in to kiss her again, she didn’t stop him.
Their kiss grew more intense, their tongues dancing together in a dance she hadn’t felt since college. His hand slid further down from her neck, his thumb brushing against her nipple before she even realized he was touching her breast through her clothes. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she felt a warmth spread through her body, pooling between her legs. She knew she should push him away, but instead, she let him touch her. She could stop him in a minute.
As they kissed, Bradley’s hand traveled up her leg, his fingers teasing the fabric of her stockings. The sensation was exquisite, and Susan felt her arousal spike. He took her hand in his own, pulling it to the growing bulge in his pants. He groaned into her mouth, his hand making hers squeeze his bulge through his jeans.
They broke apart, both breathless. Bradley’s eyes searched hers, looking for the answer she wasn’t sure she had. “Do you feel what you do to me?” he asked, his voice hoarse with desire. “I have wanted to do this since high school.”
“We should stop,” she said. “And you barely knew how I was in high school. You were into the cheerleader type.”
“Oh no, you are wrong,” his hand still making hers rub him as his erection stretched out toward his thigh. “You dominated my fantasies! So many crusty socks were your fault, ” he laughed quietly.
“Oh my gosh, stop! That is not true,” she said, blushing furiously as she pictured him back then pleasuring himself.
“It is,” Bradley said with a smirk. “I’ve always had a thing for the brainy, curvy type.”
“You were just attracted to my boobs,” she responded. As she said it she realized his hand was still gripping of one them.
“And your brains,” he said with a grin. “Remember the time you helped me with algebra?”
Susan couldn’t help but laugh, the tension between them easing slightly. “That was a long time ago,” she said, trying to ignore the way his hand felt on her or what he was making her hand do to him.
“Maybe,” Bradley said, his thumb caressing her nipple through the fabric of her dress. “But some things never change. You had the best tits in our class. And they have only gotten better with age.”
Susan felt a thrill run through her, a mix of excitement and fear. She knew she should pull away, but the feeling of his hand on her was too intoxicating. “Bradley,” she breathed, “this isn’t right.”
He leaned in closer, his eyes filled with a hunger she had never seen before. “I will make you a deal. Let me see them up close, and then we can stop. I have imagined them so many times. One look won’t hurt.” As he said it, he started using his finger and rolling her nipple between it and his thumb.
Susan’s breath hitched in her throat. The idea was absurd, but the sensation was too intense to ignore. She looked around the deserted park, the moon casting long shadows around them. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. “Just one look.”
“Oh, HELL yes, ” he exclaimed. But not here. Let me see them back at the hotel where you don’t risk showing the world.” As he said it, he let go of her hand, which lingered on his erection for a moment, and then her nipple. With his hand on the small of her back, he nudged her toward the hotel.
The walk back was a blur of excitement and nerves. Susan’s mind raced with thoughts of what she was about to do, the voice of her inner self screaming at her to turn back. But she didn’t. She walked with Bradley, feeling his hand on her back, his thumb making small circles, leading her to her room.
In the elevator, they were not alone as an older couple joined them. Behind them, facing the doors, she felt his hand slide down to her rear. She was too embarrassed to stop him or say anything out loud as his hand gently groped her, gliding over one cheek and then the other. He gripped each cheek roughly, and then his fingers traced the shape of the back of her thong. She inhaled sharply as he slid a finger into her crack, forcing the dress into the crease a little.
They stepped out into the hallway, and Susan felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment when they reached her floor. The tension between them was unbearable, a silent crescendo that seemed to echo in the empty corridor. She fumbled with her key card, her hand trembling slightly, and Bradley stepped closer, his breath warm on her neck. “You’re nervous,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Don’t be. It’s just a peek. No harm in that.”
Once inside her hotel room, Susan felt the weight of her decision pressing down on her. The air was thick with anticipation, the line between innocent curiosity and infidelity blurring with every passing second. Bradley’s hand slipped to her waist, his fingers inching up to her zipper. “Allow me,” he said, his voice a seductive whisper.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she nodded, watching in the mirror as he slowly unzipped her dress. It fell away, revealing the matching black lingerie she had chosen for the evening. The sight of her own reflection, flushed and aroused, made Susan’s knees weak. Bradley stepped behind her, his hands caressing her shoulders, then sliding lower, gripping her heavy breasts through her bra. He whispered in her ear, “You are so fucking sexy!” before sliding the straps down, exposing her breasts to the cool air.
Susan’s breath caught as Bradley’s hands took over, cupping her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples. She felt his erection pressing against her backside, his excitement palpable. “You see,” he murmured, his breath hot on her neck, “how much I’ve wanted this.”
“The deal was just a look,” she said, a pleading to her voice.
“I know,” Bradley assured her, his voice a gentle rumble against her skin. “But I can’t help myself. You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” He stepped back, giving her space, his hand turning her to face him, his eyes drinking in the sight of her exposed breasts. “They are perfect!”
The thought crossed her mind that she was in a hotel room with a man who wasn’t her husband in just her panties, hose, and heels. Her mind was swirling. She knew she should stop things right then. But as long as they stayed like they were right now, she hadn’t really done anything. No real harm.
But Bradley had other plans. He reached out and took her hand, leading her to the bed. “Let’s just sit for a moment,” he said, his voice soothing. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
Susan allowed herself to be guided, her mind racing with a mix of fear and desire. As she sat down on the edge of the bed, Bradley knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers. He gently lifted one of her feet, sliding her heel off and massaging her stocking-covered toes. The motion caused her legs to open some. The sensation was unexpectedly erotic, sending a shiver up her leg. “Your feet are gorgeous,” he said, his eyes traveling up her legs to her panties.
Susan felt a rush of heat between her thighs as Bradley’s hand moved up her leg, his fingers tracing the line of her stocking. “We should stop,” she murmured, though she made no move to stop him.
“Just a little longer,” he whispered, his other hand reaching for the waistband of her panties. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long.”
Her hand quickly shot to his, stopping him from pulling down her panties. “Please,” she said. “I should get dressed, I gave you your show.”
He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a hunger she hadn’t seen before. “You don’t have to,” he said, his voice low and coaxing. “We can stay like this.” his hands moved up to her hanging breasts. Doing so required him to lean closer between her thighs, forcing them further apart.
Susan’s resolve was slipping away, the warmth from his breath and the touch of his hands too much to resist. She closed her eyes, leaning back into the bed. “Okay,” she murmured, “just for a minute.”
Bradley took that as an invitation. He slid his body up hers, forcing her legs even further apart, the tent in his jeans now laying on her panties. He used both of his hands to encircle one of her breasts, squeezing firmly as he engulfed the nipple into his mouth.
Susan moaned, the feeling of his hot mouth on her sensitive skin making her toes curl. She could feel his erection through his pants, pressing against her, and she knew she was in trouble. Her hand found its way to the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair as she held him to her. His mouth was a sweet agony, teasing and nipping at her nipple before moving to the other. She kept telling herself, just for a minute, just for a minute, no harm done.
Bradley’s hands slid down her body, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. Susan’s eyes snapped open, her heart racing. “Bradley,” she whispered, but his mouth was too busy to respond. He tugged gently, pulling her panties down just enough to expose the soft, wet folds of her sex. He kissed his way down her stomach, his breath hot and teasing.
OH MY GOSH! Is he going to…. Susan’s brain short-circuited. Thoughts of stopping were gone. She had not had a guy use his mouth down there since college. It wasn’t something her husband wasn’t interested in doing, and she never pushed the issue.
Bradley’s mouth found her clit, his tongue swirling around it with a gentle pressure that made Susan’s hips buck. She couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe she was letting it happen. But she didn’t want it to stop. The sensation was too delicious, too tempting. She felt the tension in her body coil tighter, her breaths coming in gasps as he continued to explore her with his mouth. She felt him push two fingers into her and begin to pump them in and out.
The sound of her moaning filled the room, echoing off the walls as Bradley’s mouth worked its magic. Susan’s hand tightened in his hair, her body writhing under his touch. She was so close, so very close to giving in completely. But then she heard it, the faint sound of a door opening down the hall. The reality of where she was, who she was with, and what she was doing crashed down on her like a ton of bricks. She pushed Bradley away, her chest heaving. “We have to stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire and fear.
Bradley looked up at her, his eyes dark with passion. “Why?” he breathed, his fingers still playing with the wetness between her legs. “We’re both adults. No one has to know.”
But Susan was firm. “No,” she said, her voice shaking. “I can’t do this. I’m married.” She reached down and grabbed her panties, pulling them back up. “You need to go.”
“you can’t leave me like this,” he said as he stood up. At some point, he had opened his jeans, and a very hard, very large erection was pointed right at her. “We don’t have to do anything. I just need your help making this go away, please.”
Susan’s eyes were wide, taking in the sight of Bradley’s erection. She had never seen one in person that was so… big. She felt a thrill of excitement and fear. She had never been good at saying no to boys when things went this far. And she was definitely wavering right now. She knew that touching him would only make it worse. “What are you asking me to do?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Just a hand job,” Bradley said, his voice desperate. “Please, Susan. I promise, just this once.”
Susan’s eyes flickered to his erection and back to his face. She felt a strange mix of pity and arousal. He was so hard, so needy. But she was married. She had a life back home, a family that loved her. She couldn’t throw it all away for a quick fling. “I can’t,” she said, her voice stronger than she felt. “It’s not right.”
“Ok. Just lay back and let me look at you while I jerk it. I can be fast, I promise!” he said, his voice pleading.
Susan’s eyes searched his, looking for any sign of doubt or malicious intent. All she saw was a desperate man who had never entirely moved on from his high school crush. “Fine,” she sighed, “but that’s all.”
With trembling hands, she laid back on the bed, her breasts still exposed to the cool air. Bradley took a step back, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. He began to stroke himself, his hand moving up and down in a hypnotic rhythm. Susan felt a strange fascination, watching him like this. It had been so long since she’d felt this kind of desire, this kind of power.
His motion brought him a step closer to the bed every few seconds until his knees were touching the mattress, his cock over her body. Her eyes were glued to his hand, gliding up and down his oversized cock. He seemed to lean closer to her, his thighs against her arm, the head of his cock almost touching her nipple.
The room was filled with the sound of his hand moving over his skin and Susan’s shallow breathing. She could feel her body responding, her nipples tightening further, and wetness growing between her legs. She closed her eyes and imagined it was her hand on him, her mouth on him. The idea was wrong but oh so tempting.
But she didn’t move. She lay there, letting him watch her, letting him get off on her. It was a strange power play, one she hadn’t anticipated but found herself enjoying. She felt in control like she was the one calling the shots, even though she was the one laying almost naked on the bed. After a few moments, the head of his cock pressed against her pointed nipple as he jerked. The motion of his hand bumping her breast made it jiggle. His eyes were staring at it as it moved. The movement felt good to Susan. Just good enough to make her want more.
“I have imagined cumming on you so many times. I can’t believe it’s gonna happen,” he breathed out. “Touch yourself, Susan. Open your legs and let me see how wet your panties are.”
Susan felt a blush spread across her cheeks, but she complied. She had never been one to deny a man his fantasy, especially not when she was this close to the edge herself. She slid her hand down her stomach, feeling the slickness between her thighs. The sound of his hand slapping against his shaft grew louder, more urgent. She could feel the wetness of her own arousal as she touched herself, her finger circling her clit. She needed relief so badly.
“Look at me,” Bradley said, his voice strained. “Look at me while I do this.” He shifted as he said it. His thick cock now pointed right at her, inches from her mouth.
Susan hesitated momentarily, then opened her eyes and met his gaze. His eyes were filled with lust, his pupils dilated with desire. She felt a strange thrill at the control she had over him, at the power she wielded just by laying there. She slid her hand into her panties, her fingers finding her swollen clit. She began to rub it in slow circles, her hips rocking slightly with the motion.
Bradley’s breathing grew heavier, his hand moving faster. She could see the veins in his cock pulsing, the head growing darker with each stroke. “Oh God,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” As he said it, he leaned closer again, his cock almost brushing her lips.
Susan felt a wave of arousal wash over her, the forbidden nature of the situation making her pulse race. Her hand worked faster, her fingers slipping in and out of her pussy. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that she hadn’t experienced in years. She felt the pressure build and was about to cum.
Through the buzz of blood rushing through her ears, she barely heard him say, “I’m about to cum all over your face. See? You really are a bad girl.”
Susan’s eyes widened, the reality of what was happening crashing down on her. This was too much, too fast. “Bradley, stop!” she whispered urgently.
“I can’t!” he exclaimed then grunted loudly, the first stream of semen shooting out of his cock and across the bridge of her nose and cheek.
Susan’s eyes snapped shut as she felt the warmth of Bradley’s cum hit her face. She had never done anything like this before, and the sensation was both shocking and strangely arousing. She tried to keep her hand still, but the feeling of his seed on her skin was too much. She couldn’t help but let out a moan as she felt her own orgasm begin to build.
Bradley’s hand was a blur as he stroked himself, the muscles in his arm tightening as he reached his climax. The sound of his grunts filled the room, and Susan could feel the warmth of his cum land on her chest and neck. She bit her lip, her own hand moving faster and faster as she chased her own release. He seems to shoot stream after stream of cum on her.
“Oh fuck! Cum for me Susie! Show me what a dirty girl you are.”
His words were a siren call to Susan’s overwhelmed senses. Her hand was a blur between her legs now, her orgasm rushing towards her like a runaway train. She felt the pressure in her core tighten, her pussy clenching around her own fingers. Then, with a cry that was half pleasure and half fear, she came, her body convulsing with the force of her climax. She bit down on her lip to keep from screaming, the taste of Bradley’s cum still on her mouth.
Bradley watched her with a mix of amazement and triumph, his hand still stroking his now-softening cock. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re just as wild as I always hoped you were.”
Susan’s eyes fluttered open, and she took in the sight of Bradley standing over her, his chest heaving from his own release. The reality of what they had just done hit her like a sledgehammer. She sat up, swiping at the cum on her face with the back of her hand. “What have we done?” she whispered, her voice shaking.
Bradley didn’t answer, instead, he took a step back, his eyes filled with a mix of amazement and regret. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean to go that far.”
Susan didn’t know what to say. She was married, with kids waiting for her back home. Yet here she was, covered in another man’s cum, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of an orgasm she had never felt with her husband. She looked down at her trembling hand, still sticky with Bradley’s seed, and felt a wave of disgust wash over her. “You need to go,” she said, her voice cold.
Bradley nodded his own face a mask of regret. He quickly tucked himself away and zipped up his pants. “I’m sorry,” he said again, his eyes searching hers for any sign of forgiveness. But Susan was already off the bed, grabbing her dress and pulling it over her head. She didn’t bother with the zipper, just pulled it over her hips and let it hang.
