This fiction was inspired by a real (non-sexual) coffee date I had with the 'Lana' of this story, and my desire for her. The description of Lana is accurate.
'Lana' and I met for coffee after sending emails back and forth for awhile. My wife was okay with this, as she knew about Lana from past conversations about my college classes and the professional contacts Lana and I had.
Lana is about 5'5', long blonde hair, green eyes, and a trim figure. She is a little thinner than I like in a woman, but she does have a nice ass, and dresses well. She is divorced and a few years younger than me.
Lana sat across from me at a table outside the coffee shop. She was wearing a blue knit dress, black tights, and black boots. I prefer sheer pantyhose on a woman's legs, but I was still able to enjoy the shape of Lana's legs as she crossed them.
We had finished our coffee, and I was walking Lana back to her car. For some reason, she had parked around the back of the mall, where there was very little traffic, foot and otherwise. As it was getting dark, I told her that it wasn't safe. She said she had her reasons.
As she unlocked the car, she stopped and turned around.
'Do you like me, X?'
'Of course I do, Lana. You're a friend.'
'No. I mean do you find me attractive?' She is a pretty woman, and as I said before, she has a nice ass, and her legs are nice to look at.
'Yes. Yes, I do, Lana.'
'Then why haven't you made a move on me?'
'Lana. I'm married. I love my wife. She's stuck with me in the bad times, we have a history together, and frankly, if it's any of your business, she's pretty good in bed.' I thought this last part would convince her for sure.
'I like a challenge, X.' She moved toward me quickly, and pulled my head to hers and kissed me. Her tongue moved around like a snake and it felt like she was trying to break my teeth with the pressure of her kiss.
Of course, I got aroused. God and my wife forgive me, but I gave in. I put my arms around her, pulled her close to me, and began kissing her back, my tongue in her mouth, and began running my hands over her body, feeling her tits and ass, and enjoying her little moans, and squirming.
'Quick! Get in my car!'. Her car, an older model, had a bench seat. I got in quickly, expecting to resume our necking. Instead, Lana reached over and unzipped my pants, reaching into my shorts and managing to extract my hard cock.
'Ooh! I've fantasized about this for a week and have masturbated so much my clit and pussy are sore!' 'Put your head in my lap, honey.' I did so. And I immediately felt horribly guilty. I sat up.
'Lana, I can't do this!'
'Yes, you can, honey!' She kissed me again, and grabbed my cock and started jerking me off. I gave in to the pleasure, albeit reluctantly.
'Oh, God. No. This is wrong!'
'Go ahead and fight it, X! That makes it more exciting for me!'
'No, no. Don't! Please stop, Lana. I can't fight it. Oh, please stop.' I slid down and my head was on her thighs.
'No, X. I'm not going to stop. You just have to lie here and let me have my way. I'm not going to stop until you come. And later on, you're going to fuck me. Now, enjoy it, honey. Let mama take care of you. If you're a good boy and tell me when you are going to come, mama will give you a big kiss! I want you, X. I have for a long time!'
I groaned and managed to croak that I was coming. Lana's head came down, her hair falling over me like a curtain.
'I love you, X', Lana said, as her lips came against mine and I came, shooting some come onto her hair and face. Afterwards, she drove us to her apartment, my head still in her lap.