A Little Guilt

During the morning coffee break he glanced around the various delegates in the room and almost instantly caught Helen\'s eyes already gazing intently at him. Immediately he approached her.

\"Hello you!\" Bryan smiled.

\"Hello me,\" came her familiar reply.

They had known each other for over four years. Both Bryan and Helen were married, but each carried a soft spot for each other. On many occasions they had simply immersed themselves in each others gaze, intense and arousing. On a few secretive occasions they had kissed, deep, passionate kisses, both eager to show their undoubted attraction to each other, but never willing to take things further.

Naturally, both felt a little guilt afterwards.

\"How are you?\" Bryan asked. He took a seat next to her.

Helen paused, her face lit into a smile. \"Better now\" she said, her gaze not deviating from his. \"At least I know somebody here.\"

\"I was going to go to the conference next week, nearer home\" he explained.

\"Aren\'t you glad you didn\'t?\" Helen teased.

\"What do you think?\" he replied gently.

\"I think we\'d better go back inside.\" She pointed towards the other delegates disappearing into the room. As she stood up she whispered. \"Sit with me.\"

They returned to the conference, and Bryan took the empty seat alongside hers, their attention was certainly not on the seminar. Repeatedly they glanced at each other, Bryan shook his head almost disbelieving the intensity of her gaze. The attraction was still there for each of them, as deep as ever; however much they had tried to forget their early encounters, they were in love, both had freely admitted it to each other. Yet both Helen and Bryan were reluctant to turn everyone else\'s lives upside down; something which would surely happen if they chose to be together.

Helen removed her shoes and began to rub her foot against Bryan\'s leg. He rested his hand on her thigh, and she clasped his hand and squeezed, showing her approval. Then there was the gaze, Bryan shook his head again, the intensity almost unbearable. Helen was not usually so forward; she\'d always responded to Bryan\'s approaches, but rarely initiated them herself.

This time Bryan sensed the change in her.

Lunch was easily forgotten. Bryan and Helen were simply content to be close to each other, they were usually amongst friends or colleagues when they met so any intimacy was usually fleeting, secretive or disguised.

Today they were a couple, alone amongst strangers.

As the time came to return to the seminar, Bryan could contain himself no longer, \"Helen!\" he said as she stood up.

She immediately turned and fixed his gaze.

Bryan\'s heart pounded. \"I need you,\" he pleaded.

\"We can\'t,\" she sighed, but the anguish in her face was clear to see.

Bryan pleaded, \"Then let\'s just spend the rest of the afternoon together. Just the two of us together--a park bench, a cafe, anywhere.\"

Helen scrutinized him for a several seconds. When she finally responsed, her words were totally unexpected.

\"Did you book a room for your stay?\" she asked.

Bryan nodded slowly and stood. \"Yes.\" He knew Helen lived close enough to drive home after the seminar was over so she wouldn\'t have reserved a room for herself.

\"Let\'s go to your room.\"

\"You\'re sure?\"

\"No,\" replied Helen, her gaze intense, penetrating. \"But I\'m sure I want this. I love you, Bryan.\"

As Bryan closed the door to the hotel room, he turned and embraced her. The tightness of his embrace was almost too intense for her, yet each person held the other fast, almost afraid to let the other go. When they finally separated, Bryam immersed himself in Helen\'s ardent gaze. They kissed, it felt like a first kiss, delicate and hesitant. for although they had enjoyed each others kisses before; intense passionate kisses, these kisses were so gentle, so delicate.

They embraced again, Bryan\'s hands caressing the back of her neck, touching her ears, softly, gently. She began to kiss his neck, he could hear her breathing, deep, fluttering, he held her tighter, a faint moan showed her approval. They kissed again, the kisses more free now, a touch of urgency to them, their lips parted slightly as their tongues began to caress.

She adored his kisses. He raised his hands to surround her cheeks, his fingers carefully brushed against her ear lobes, his hands caressed her neck and then back to her cheeks again. His thumb could just reach her dimples, Bryan softly stroked the small indentation.

Helen smiled, she knew he liked her dimples.

They separated from the kiss, both heated and flushed from their embrace. He quickly pulled at his shirt and began to take it off. Immediately her hands were stroking his chest, as he removed his shirt. She continued to fondle his chest, her hands exploring, they kissed again. Her hands wrapped around his waist and met at the back, her fingers slid down below the belt line occasionally as she rubbed his lower back. Her hands rose to his shoulders, rounding them, her fingers felt so soft; yet they seemed to penetrate through his skin.

The intensity of her gaze was fixed on the texture of his skin.

As she examined his broad shoulders, Bryan wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him. He pressed against her, and Helen responded--the sensations rocketed through them. He slid his hand down the back of her skirt and his fingers found the dimples above the cheeks of her bottom. Bryan pressed into them firmly and massaged around them in small circles.

The two of them pressed against each other. The mutual approval of each new move made their each of their kisses flow like silent communication as each person softly moaned or sighed in response to the other\'s actions.

They separated, and she walked across the room to check the curtains. Even though they were alone there was that doubt, that guilt, overridden for now by their desires. There never had been an inevitability that they would make love together, but each knew deep inside that there had always been a chance.

Bryan had declared once his sad fate of never having the chance to make love to her, but now things between them had evolved. He approached her from behind and embraced her around her waist. As he nuzzled her neck, she turned her head over one shoulder to meet his eyes and smiled. When he nuzzled around her ears, she caught her breath, and Bryan sensed her passion rise. He slid her long hair to one side and kissed her bare neck. Helen trembled, as Bryan pulled her back gently into him, his hands rose from her waist and gently cupped under her breasts. She placed her hands over his and squeezed tightly to her breasts to reassure him.

Still softly kissing her neck, Bryan began to unbutton her blouse from the bottom. As his hands moved higher, the presence and sensuality of her full breasts aroused him further.

Helen sensed his arousal and turned her head to kiss him. They kissed. She\'d turned to face him, still holding his kiss. Then Helen removed her blouse, followed by her bra. As they embraced, she wrapped her arms around his neck, Helen hugged Bryan tighter, feeling his arousal pressing against her and consciously giving him her approval.

Bryan sat down on the bed, while she stood before him. again their eyes did not deviate from each other. The gaze, he thought. He reached out his hands, Helen came closer. Bryan held her waist, she held his head as he began to softly kiss her breasts, the warmth of his mouth, the sensation of his tongue.

Helen moaned softly. She slowly pulled away and bent down to kiss him, and he eagerly obliged. Her moan brought Bryan\'s urgency to the forefront. Her kiss was now deep and passionate, obviously further inflamed. Still kissing, her hands reached down, and she began to unbutton his belt. Responding, he loosened the fastener of her skirt. Tehn he stood and began to remove the rest of her clothing, while she likewise fumbled with his.

Soon they were both naked, facing each other, enlivened they embraced. They\'d both thought about this moment hundreds of times, wondering whether it would ever happen.

He closed his eyes, wanting to immerse himself in her ecstasy. Bryan reached down and stroked her well formed ass cheeks--holding them firm, pulling her towards him.

Helen felt his hardness pressed against her and pushed into his groin in response. She followed him down onto the bed, where she saw him stretch out before her, erect, unashamed. She reached and gently gripped his stern erection, slowly stroking along his length. The whole experience engulfing them, as if they were drowning in it. He reached over to kiss her, a soft kiss this time, soft pecks and little licks around her mouth. As his tongue touched her lips, Helen surrendered to him, allowing him to take control of her mouth. She simply responded to any contact he offered. Bryan reached down and ran his hand along her thigh, he stroked each thigh several times. Then, he cupped his hand over her pubic mound and began to probe her with his fingers. As her body rose, Helen instinctively gripped his shaft and took a deep breath.

His spatulate fingers began slide up and down the length of her vaginal lips, initially feeling dry tissues as he probed. Then as his fingers continued to part her labial lips, moistness began wetting his fingertips.

\"Here we go,\" he murmured and eased his finger along the length of her pussy.

She matched the long slow strokes on his hardness, squeezing now, heightening his agitation even further. Their breathing now erratic, their lips so close yet not touching; both held back their kisses, indulging themselves in the pleasures the other was giving. Listening, sensing, feeling each others breath as they sighed and moaned with at each others cravings.

His fingers explored the top of her pussy until he found her sweet spot, barely erect but clearly evident. Initially he glances over it, then begins to rub gently in a circular motion; occasionally his fingers gently flicked her clitoris as they passed over.

\"Lie back\" Bryan whispered. but she gripped his hardness and placed a single kiss on it\'s tip before lying back. A bolt of arousal shot through him.

She laid back, her toes began to curl. Bryan brushed his hands along her thighs again, prompting Helen to part her legs even more. He took her move as another sign of approval, as she laid back and closed her eyes. She sensed his closeness and felt the warmth of his breath even before he placed a soft kiss on her vaginal lips.

\"Yes!\" she gasped. Oh the sweetness!

Bryan kissed her clitoris, pressing ever so slightly. Stiffening his tongue, he encircled her sweet spot, and her hips swayed in response. He softened his tongue and gently licked the full length of her, his tongue slightly penetrating her moist lips. As he reached the top, he played his tongue around her clitoris again.

That small button, the source of so much pleasure!

Helen writhed gently and placed her hand on his head, pushing down lightly to indicate her pleasure. Her other hand pressed above her clitoris offering it to him to tell him without words exavtly what she wanted.

Bryan ran his fingers along her soft labia lips, slipping each finger into the soft tissues and squeezing her pussy lips between his finger and thumb, gently stroking and massaging them. Occasionally he ran his soft warm tongue along the full length of her, the change in sensation made her moan with pleasure. As her clitoris became more erect, he focused on it. Bryan\'s eyes were seeking Helen\'s, but she kept them closed.

Then she glimpsed his, their gaze had fixed on each other. Even though they were in the act of making love, the depth of their gaze surpassed the many they had shared together.

He sensed a trembling in her as he gently parted her sweet lips with his finger. Probing her sacred place, he stroked and stimulated her erect clitoris further, her wetness allowing him to ease his fingers inside. A long groan and the yearning rise of her hips displayed her reaction, as he slid another finger gently inside. After a few inward strokes, her hips matched his moves. He curled his fingers upwards to find her hidden sources of pleasure, and gently he pressed and massaged the soft spongy texture within. Dropping his mouth down to the silky smoothness, he flicked her clit with his tongue. Massaging her g-spot, Bryan noted that her legs began to tremble. Her arousal reached for new heights, and Helen writhed and shuddered in response to his stimulus.

Bryan backed off from her, while Helen remained lying on the bed. Her look of pleasure was one he\'d pictured so many times in his mind. He leaned over her to kiss her, and his hands caressed her sides. Her kiss was warm and eager--their tongues soft and urgent. As they played with each other, he reached down and began to rub the head of his penis around her clitoris. Bryan lowered himself to her nipple and drew it into his mouth. This move surprised her.

\"Oh Bryan,\" she gasped. She reached down to take over, gently rubbing the tip of his manhood across her now glistening tissues. The speed and the pressure of his intimate stroking gradually increasing, she responds by quickening her responses, running the tip of his cock between her pussy lips. Suddenly, the tip of his dick lodged at her entrance, fractionally penetrating her, and for just a moment they both let their emotions freeze in time. The sensation, the intense realisation jolted her, and she let go of his penis to leave him languishing at her entrance.

He gazed deep into her eyes as he slowly entered her. Sinking inside her in almost slow motion, her hips rising with approval to meet him, he penetrated her. Holding himself there in the total ecstasy, overwhelming emotion rushing through both of them, he listened as she let out a long soft moan. Bryan begins to thrust gently, but each time pushing himself deeper and deeper inside her. It feels as if her pussy is enveloping him as he sinks into the silkiness. They kissed, their moans reverberating through their lips as they do so. Helen reached and gripped his buttocks, pulling him into her. This heightens his fervor, and further aroused he quickened his strokes.

His arousal threatened to become almost too much, he eased himself slowly out of her for a moment, only to slide his hardness along the outside of her pussy lips again--pausing momentarily to tease her clitoris again.

Her gaze as intense as ever, Helen smiled up at him.

He reclined on the bed, while she rolled across his chest to kiss him, her nakedness against his a sensation he\'d imagined many times, but the reality was almost overwhelming. Her leg crossed his and he felt her dampness. Then he raised his thigh, and she pressed onto it recognizing her own needs echoed in his.

They kissed. Still aroused, but not totally consumed by their passion, her hand reached down to touch his manhood. He jolted letting the sensations rush through him, as she began to kiss his neck. He arched his head back, while she explored his neck with her kisses.

She kissed his chest with a soft trail of kisses and began to work her lips down towards his erect member. She sensed the anticipation ride through him, and heard him shudder as her soft lips touched his tip. A few soft kisses then she parted her lips and eased him inside her soft, warm mouth. She gripped his shaft at the base with her hand, as her mouth glided along his length, stopping every so often to lick a trail around his head or around his shaft. She glanced up to see if he was looking, and his eyes meet hers. The gaze! She smiled.

She continued to please him, taking him to a deeper level of ecstasy, but still there\'s no hurry. Each lover wanted to please the other so much: she kissed her way back up his chest so that their lips could meet again in a deep passionate kiss. He suddenly clasped her head and pulled her towards him, almost forcefully, their lips pressing together hard--almost too hard.

She sat astride him, his manhood grazed along her pussy lips before she helped him to find the sacred space again. Helen lowered herself onto him. Now she was in control. Leaning forward, she slid herself along his length totally enclasping his penis. As she leaned against him, her breasts brushing his chest, Bryan rose at the end of each stroke to meet her. Wanting to sense all of her, he tingled with the excitement of each stroke, the softness of her breasts brushed the hairs on his chest.

He reached out to cup them, squeezing slightly, but mostly content just to hold them as Helen continued to ride him. Their pace is lovingly moderate, not slow, not fast, both lovers wanted the sensual moment to last through an eternity.

Bryan reached down to find her clitoris, as she rode him. This time as he gently massaged it, Bryan felt her wetness ease and lubricate the action of his penetration--her intromission.

Helen\'s loins juddered, spasming with an obvious surge of passion, and her moans deepened. \"Oh yes, Bryan! Yes!\"

Helen quickened her pace, hoping that he would match it. Since he teased her clitoris obsessively, unmercifully, each flick of his finger, each thrust of his manhood caused tremors to ache in her thighs. Helen began to gasp, and he sensed her impending climax, focussing his attention on her inner being.

There was an urgency to it all now, as she put her hands on his chest. Now taking total control, Helen wanted to climax, \"Oh yes!\" Helen panted. \"Ohhh-Oh!\"

He knew she was close, there\'s nothing quite like his partner\'s passion to triggers his own. He responded to her motions with renewed thrusts, meeting her each time as she repeatedly sank down onto him. Suddenly he felt Helen freeze. Her pussy gripped his hardness as her orgasm traveled completely through her.

Rippling nerves and aching muscles, she sank down hard onto him. Letting out a long drawn out groan, then another, shaking, shuddering, Helen\'s climax totally engulfed her. The look on her face mirrored Bryan\'s total satisfaction.

It was a look he\'d only dreamed of seeing.

As her climax subsided, Helen became aware of Bryan\'s need--still hard inside her. Slowly, deliberately, she began to ride him again, gently now, rising and falling, until she gradually increased her speed. Her pussy gripped him tighter, and the sheering force of their thrusts ignited his own desires. It didn\'t take long for her motion to begin to trigger his orgasm. He\'s so close,Helen thought.

Without breaking their contact, he pushed Helen over on her back and forced himself atop of her. His body stiffened, and each time he thrusted to meet her movements--his strokes became faster and shorter and more strenuous!

\"Oh, Helen!\" he gasped. Suddenly the compulsion to rise inside of her totally overwhelmed him. Without words his body screamed out her name, screamed out his love and screamed out his need. Bryan held himself still as his orgasm seered through his brain through his nerves and through his loins.

Helen felt him judder uncontrollably, his body\'s desire liquified, coursing madly through his body.

Bryan physically exploded, and his shudders subsided as his climax subsided. He remained packed inside her, panting, exhausted.

She felt each throb as his erection came down from its peak. As the intensity subsided, she felt his hardness diminish inside her. They both relaxed. He rolled to the side and kissed her, her look, the gaze, as deeply moving as ever.

\"Do you think we\'ll ever do this again�\" Bryan asked.

\"I don\'t know,\" she replied. Then Helen laughed. \"We missed the conference. But, didn\'t you say there was another next week?\"

Bryan smiled at the thought. Then he looked over at Helen. He saw the gaze.

She meant it.