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How do I find myself down here, surrounded by stone walls, kneeling on a cold concrete floor? What has gone so terribly wrong inside me that I suddenly find myself looking up into blue eyes that are not my husband's?
My hands shake slightly as I reach up for him. He is unzipping his jeans looking down on me with a hungry smile. I say, we can't do this now. But he says, yes we can. No one will come down, everyone has gone home for the day and judging by the empty lockers, no one has occasion to venture this far into the building. Frankly, I always avoided this spot, I never moved my kit down here and claimed a locker. It's a creepy room, this building is haunted. I'd claimed. That I was afraid to come down here is true, but it wasn't ghosts I was frightened of. My true fear has always been of finding myself alone with a dangerous man.
I don't think this man is dangerous though. As a matter of fact, except for the anxiety of being caught, I've never felt safer.
He says, "You've been teasing me all day, how could I not come here to take what I've been wanting."
I'm speechless. I never thought he'd really come here. Everything was pretend up until this moment. My heart is racing and I can't catch my breath. I try to calm down. I don't want him to see how nervous I really am. He slides his briefs down slowly exposing his long thick shaft before freeing himself. As his already hard cock spring agree from the constraint of his briefs he caressed my jaw, silently I'm urging me on. I'm looking up at him still, seeking my own nerve to either put a stop to this or carry on. I caress him, testing myself. I draw my fingers along the underside of him and feel him stiffen.
"You want it". He says.
I am not sure if it was a question or a statement. My own voice is small when I whisper the loudest statement I have ever made, the final word.
"Yes".
