The Sergeant’s Affair

She stared down at him, her brown eyes noticeably wide with bewilderment, as the most gorgeous eyes she’s ever seen stared back at her. They were neither green, nor blue, or even brown, but a wonderful combination of the three. Perfectly shaped, they were set in a chiseled face that boasted of high cheek bones, a strong chin slightly covered in a masculine goatee of light brown, and an unremarkably straight nose. He smiled back at her, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly exposing a dimple in each cheek.

A quick survey told her he as a man of style – another bonus and extreme turn on in her mind. Wearing a blue-grey shirt and khakis, he looked like he had just stepped off the pages of an American Eagle catalogue. She could see the tattoos on his forearms hinting at his “bad-boy-rebel” side, and she found herself slightly turned on.

Gingerly, she reached her hand forward and noticed his hand was strong when it clasped hers. He smiled bigger and she found it hard to speak. There was a curious look on his face, and for a brief moment she forgot why she was standing there.

“Hi, I’m Sierra,” she said through a nervous smile. She tried to smile less; afraid she looked like a Cheshire cat but her mouth was permanently plastered in place with what she imagined was an enormously large, foolish looking smile.

“Nice to meet you, Sierra. I’m Matthew,” he replied, his beautiful white teeth showing between his soft, kissable shaped lips. “You don’t look like a Marine, you know.”

That was their connection; the one thing that has brought them together. She was a Marine, as was he. A simple email at work has established the commonality and sparked a conversation between them that had lasted most of the morning. They spoke of where they were stationed, what their jobs had been, and how long they had served. After learning they worked in the same building at their large corporation, they had decided to meet. After all, what was the harm in meeting someone that shared a common interest and background?

She glanced down at his left hand and felt her heart drop. Sitting on the ring finger, clear as the sun on a cloudless day, was a titanium band symbolizing how off limits he was. She pulled her left hand from behind her back where she had been hiding it and evened the playing field—she was married too. But at that moment, she wished she wasn’t.

They spoke for a few more minutes about nothing of major importance and eventually she wandered back down to her desk, her mind filled with thoughts of him. It wasn’t until she went to sit in her chair that she realized how turned on she was. Her panties were soaked. She crossed her legs in an attempt to keep it hidden should anyone decide to show up at her desk needing help, but it only made the feeling worse. Sitting with her moisture soaked panties pressed against her aching vagina she closed her eyes and pictured him, imagining what it would feel like to kiss those perfect lips and to feel his facial hair tickling her in places that would make a nun blush.

It was a while before she spoke to him again, but he plagued her thoughts none the less.