Love, Lust, Betrayal and Consequences

I awoke from my nap at 530 pm. The pain in my foot had subsided some with some help from three Advil’s and the ice had reduced some swelling. I thought about Joey in the next room. I phoned him and told him I was going to shower and I would meet him for dinner at 630 if he wanted ... just dinner.

I eat alone enough, might as well have some company. Besides I was intrigued at what he would try next with his seduction of me. It was ... exciting ... and arousing and ... WRONG!

I slipped on my favorite garter belt, pulled out my seamed beige pointed heel fully fashioned stockings I save for special times. I lifted my leg and slid my pointed red toenail into the foot of my stocking and rolled it up my leg snapping my garter to the lacy top. I stared at my foot and toes making sure my seam, heel and underfoot were straight. I thought damn, if I was a man, the sight of those red toes in these stockings and heels would drive me crazy too. I repeated with the other leg. I slid my French panty on over my garter belt and buttoned my blouse ... no bra. I zipped up my skirt and slipped my feet into open toed booties checking my seams. My hair was in a ponytail. I left the room and knocked on Joeys door. He opened the door and his jaw dropped. I could tell he was impressed. He cleaned up pretty good himself. He said you are beautiful. I said thank you sir, would you take a lady to dinner? We left the hotel and dined at a really nice restaurant he knew from spending time in Houston. We talked about work, my girls, his family, avoiding any conversation about Robbie. He reached under the table and took my hand, I didn’t object but the guilt returned. I let him lead until it got serious. We danced as long as my ankle could stand it then just sat in the bar with a few cocktails. I don’t get drunk but I felt a little buzz. It also helped numb my ankle after the dancing. We got a dark booth in the back and chatted ... He said put your foot in my lap. He removed my bootie and massaged my ankle and toes. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the attention. He leaned over and gave me one of his scalding kisses. I returned it as my inhibitions were weakening. As he kissed me, he gently laid his hand in one of my braless breasts tweaking the nipple. I heard myself moan and lean into him. No doubt the man is an expert lover. He gently massaged each nipple while we sat in the booth kissing my neck. He unbuttoned three buttons on my blouse leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth as he did in the car that day. I didn’t push him away this time. How far was I willing to go? All I knew was that right this minute, I was in ecstasy with his lips sucking my nipples. He sucked my nipple and areola into his mouth as far as he could. I moaned louder as my hand wandered to his lap and once again I felt his erection through his pants leg. This time, I ran my fingers down the shaft to where they stopped at the crown of the glans. I massaged the big spongy head with my fingers until I felt a wet spot form on his slacks. He let go of my nipple and moaned as I continued to massage the head of his penis. He was rock hard now and his pre cum had soaked through his pants leg? He took my hand and helped me up. We went to the elevators.