Richard Mountbatten - Up, boy, up!

"All of a sudden I don't like bars either," he said. He stood up abruptly, hoping his partial erection didn't show and put a five dollar bill on the bar.

"Keep the change, Harry," he said. For some reason he wanted to seem more reckless than he really was. Mae stood up too and preceded him out the door without a word, not noticing that Bob turned as he followed her and threw a conspiratorial wink at the amazed Harry.

As soon as they were outside, Bob started to head for the street he lived on, but Mae took him by the arm and led him into a side street.

"Let's go the back way," she said. "It's a lot shorter, and more private." The confused young husband almost sighed in his relief. It would have been touchy to walk openly right past his own house and go into another with this seductively sexy woman. Mae had thrown a light wrap around her bare shoulders as they left the bar, but nothing could disguise the wonderfully sinuous motion of her provocative young body as she walked. Bob couldn't take his eyes from her hips as they gently swayed before him. There was something special, strange almost, about this lovely woman.

They walked down the alley behind her house, and a couple of minutes later the anxious young man found himself in an ordinary suburban kitchen. He followed Mae into a well-furnished living room and took the seat she offered him. There was a large bar in one corner of the room with row on row of bottles.

"Want a drink?" she asked.

"Sure, my usual I suppose. Scotch on the rocks."

"Oh come on," she said with a sultry laugh that sent chills up and down Bob's spine. "Let's be a little different today." She reached up and pulled down a strangely shaped bottle filled with a thick green liquid. "This is a very special Pernod," she said, "made with absinthe. It's outlawed now but I like it."

Without waiting for an answer from Bob she poured two glasses full of the liquor, then filled them the rest of the way with water. The thick green color turned to a milky white as the water was added, fascinating Bob, and he decided he wanted to try it. Mae dropped in a few ice cubes and handed him his glass.

"Cheers," she said and drank. Bob followed her lead and took an experimental sip. It tasted like licorice and went down smoothly. He drank some more.

"Like it?"

"Fine, but it doesn't seem all that powerful."

"Powerful enough," she said. Then after a short pause, "It's an aphrodisiac you know."

The young husband almost choked on his drink, but Mae kept on talking, a queer smile playing over her lips.

"It sneaks up and hits you when you least expect it. Never makes you dull or sleepy like alcohol, just a smooth mellow feeling that stays with you. And it heightens the senses."

The nervous young man began to wonder what he was getting into, but he decided to put up a bold front and quickly drained the rest of his drink. He held up his glass for more.

"It's your turn to make the drinks," Mae said. "Meanwhile I want to get into something more comfortable." She put her glass on the bar and walked towards a wide archway that led into the hall while Bob moved behind the bar and poured the drinks. He put a little more in his this time, admitting to himself that it did have a nice soft effect. Already he was feeling light-headed and a "don't give a damn" feeling was spreading over him. In fact, he was feeling a helluva lot better than he had in a long time. He took a good-sized slug of his drink and walked out from behind the bar and then his thoughts were cut short by Mae's voice coming from the other room.

"Why don't you put some music on while I change," she said. The shock of hearing an unexpected voice made Bob realize in what a far away place the liquor had already put him. He mumbled an okay and walked over to the record player. It was near the big archway, and he couldn't help but notice a movement down at the end of the hall, and he saw with a shock that he was looking into a bedroom, the bedroom where Mae was changing her clothes.

The embarrassed young man looked down quickly and fumblingly put on a record. Soft music filled the room. He didn't want to be a peeping Tom, but what the hell, she must have known he would be able to see her from the record player. She must have set it up that way or why wouldn't she have closed the door?

Bob quickly took a large drink from his glass, noticing that with each further sip of the milky white liquid the cares that had been weighing on him ever since he left home this morning seemed to be slipping further and further away. A strange confidence that he had never possessed before seemed to be seeping magically through his blood, so smoothly that he had hardly noticed the change. He marveled at the effect. It was as if his senses were wrapped in a soundproof cocoon of heightened awareness.

He looked up again just in time to see this strange girl he had followed home drop her simple black dress to the floor. His cock lurched inside his pants as her voluptuous young body came into view. She was moving slowly, almost theatrically, as if she knew his eyes were on her. But even so there were no lewd or obscene movements on her part. She didn't need them; the natural sensuality of her lush body was enough in itself.

As the unintentional voyeur watched breathlessly, Mae turned her back towards him and bent over to pick up her dress from the floor. The fully rounded moons of her buttocks came into sight, and he had a tantalizing view of the narrow nylon strip of her panties slipping teasingly into the crevice of her buttocks as she stooped. The panties remained caught between her ass-cheeks as she straightened up to fold her dress.

The mesmerized young husband watched with bated breath as his beautiful neighbor walked across the room to a closet, her tautly rounded buttocks jiggling slightly as she moved. It was a graceful easy walk that reminded Bob of a leopard he had seen once in a zoo. Yes, there was a lithe suppleness about this strange girl that dripped sex and forbidden pleasures. He judged that she must be two or three years older than himself, but she still had the body of a twenty year old.

One thing was certain; he could not back down now. That would make him appear to be a gutless coward in front of this fascinating creature. Still, from somewhere in its back files, his mind fished out the word "infidelity" and flashed it across his conscience. Yes, this was infidelity but damn it, it was as much Jill's fault as his. If she weren't so unresponsive to his advances he'd be home right now where he belonged.

His mind droned on, the subversive white liquid he had been drinking rationalizing away all the defenses he would normally have. The straying young husband watched Mae more intently now as she turned back from the closet dressed only in her brassiere, garter belt, panties, and high-heeled shoes, the thin veneer of the stockings shining silkily in the soft light of the room.

It suddenly occurred to him that he'd like to take her like that, with her stockings and high heels still on. He had never fucked a woman that way, and though he had sometimes tried playfully to pull Jill down on the bed when she was undressing, she had always pushed him away in her best puritanical manner and continued her undressing in the bathroom. How many times had he seen his own wife naked? Not many! She seemed to have a thing about it he could not understand.

This woman was different. Her every movement shouted out that she knew what her sensual young body was for and that she would not hesitate to use it in bed. There could be no doubt about that!

The nervous young husband pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it across his brow to absorb the tiny beads of perspiration that were beginning to form there from the tenseness of his body. With an effort, he tore himself away from his watching and moved quickly to the bat to pour himself another drink, pouring it quickly and drinking it down before the ice had even cooled it properly. He needed it now; the painfully throbbing erection in his pants had risen to almost its full height. The tight restricting material of his shorts hurt, and he pushed down, allowing his thick eager cock to slip out one leg band into the greater looseness of his trousers. For the moment, it helped.