He was casually leant back against the bar, elbows resting, the six foot six length of him almost horizontal. His hand gripped his pint and he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. He took a sip and scanned the floor.

It had been 30 years. That was a crazy amount of time but he still had the same effect on her. He hadn’t spotted her yet but she had seen him immediately and felt ridiculous that he still made her lower stomach clench.

He was grey now, hair thick, long and slicked back from his forehead. It had always been curtains in their teens but this made him look distinguished. Still like a heart throb. The beard was streaked and full. His face, all cheek bones and thick lips, looked perpetually bored until he lit up with some sardonic joke or turned his attention to the woman in front of him. Then it was full charm offensive, always had been.

They had flirted in their youth and messed about in class. One time, in woodwork, he had brushed up against her chest and ‘measured her’ with her full permission. It had always been that way: naughty, cheeky and always slightly risky.

Only once had they been together. It was burned into her fantasy bank, which she regularly drew on when pleasuring herself. Both drunk, both 16, they had ended up in a bedroom at a mate’s house party. Hot, frantic and entirely aware that this had been building for some time, they were desperate for each other and likely to be interrupted at any point.

After intense kissing and groping, he had stopped, pulled back and intently uttered, “I want to eat your pussy.”

Shocked, outrageously turned on and utterly at his mercy, she had said yes. He had knelt between her legs on the bed, looking at her with such lust and hunger. Despite their haziness, he had made good on his want. He ate her, entirely. He’d been the first to see her, exposed, intimately close and made her feel so desirable and safe. And, if she was honest, he had been the best at it, despite their young age. Something about his tongue and the feel of his presence still made her wet when she thought about him.

Obviously, they were interrupted before anything much more could take place. After hasty clothes adjustment, she had convinced herself this was probably for the best. However, the lust she had for him was intensified by neither of them having finished what they’d started.

They’d stayed in contact. Years of keeping up with each other on social media. Both married. Happily. Both still fiercely political and likeminded about social action. Both living at opposite ends of the country but strangely, still connected, if not physically.

Yet here they were. In the same room. 30 years later. And she was taken back to that room, that bed, that desire and that breathless want from him.

She should stay away. She didn’t trust herself around him. She was so much older, curvier, experienced, but she was still that same girl. She only had to think about how she turned molten at his ‘likes’, especially of her selfies. The teenager in her wanted the woman she was to show him what he had missed out on when they’d sobered up.

Suddenly, she realised she didn’t have a choice: he’d seen her. He stiffened, pausing with his pint on the way to his parted lips. She held her breath and his gaze. Then his face split into a huge grin as he waved her over.

Shit. This was happening. She tried to focus on being cool, confident and feeling at ease with herself. She crossed the dance floor, dodging between the ‘Hi, how are yous’ and ‘Anna? You look amazings!’ with a breezy, ‘just grabbing a drink.’ His intense gaze was like a tractor beam, and she was powerless to be elsewhere.

“Anna.”

“Jack. You look…well, dashing I suppose would be the best term.”

“Thanks. Like the suit then? Thought I’d better make an effort to try and blag that I’ve made something of myself, other than an arse at various social functions. What are you drinking? Still Archers?”

The burn in her cheeks flushed up from deep within her as she retorted, “After that night? Funnily enough, I’ve upgraded. If you are buying, I’ll have a spiced rum and coke. And a double at that.”

He grinned again and turned to catch the server’s attention. In doing so, his arm brushed against hers and a jolt of electricity shot up her spine. Shockingly, she leaned into it, despite her brain screaming ‘danger’ at her.

“How’s Emma? And the kids?” she deflected. Reality. She needed to ground herself in reality.

“Oh, you know, great. It’s all great.” He turned bodily towards her, casually greeting someone across the room. His eyes found hers. “You know what it’s like. Married bliss. Couldn’t be happier.”

“Of course. Bliss.” She turned towards the bar, messing with the edge of her coaster. Anything to distract.

It was bliss. She had everything on paper. But sex was…predictable. After twenty odd years, it was bound to be. She secretly craved the thrill of risk and danger. She was desperate to feel an object of heated desire and was kidding herself that it was still an option in her life. Mid forties, terminally married and visibly settled, it was a small price to pay for the stability and safety of the life they had built together.

So why would she ever dare risk that? Yet, every time she’d sent Jack a message or thought back on that occasion, it was a risk.

And now here she stood. Amongst people she could barely remember, and if she was honest with herself, she’d only come because he said he would. Ever the teenage girl, crushing hard.

“You look great, you know.” He quietly leant down towards her, side on. “Everyone in here is looking at you, thinking the same thing. Beth is blatantly jealous.”

She looked up at his profile. He was deliberately not looking at her and staring at Beth, the girl that has been hottest in our year and the trophy girlfriend they’d all scrabbled over each other to have. She was at risk of being taken back to those feelings but had worked too hard at loving herself to do that.

Instead, she stepped in front of him. “One thing being older has meant is that I’ve learnt not to give two flying fucks what anyone else thinks of me. That’s their business. Living content with myself is mine.”

He stood up, towering over her, and the look he gave her heated her entire body. He slowly took a long drink of his pint, never breaking his gaze. His emotions were unreadable but she thought she detected amusement and still that undercurrent of desire.

He put the glass down, deliberately. “Are you content? Truly? Is every part of you feeling fulfilled, Anna?”

The way he said her name and the way he was looking at her couldn’t be misinterpreted. She felt a wobble in her knees and a throb between her legs.

“Jack,” she said with a warning tone.

“Well, are you? Don’t you ever wonder what might have happened? If we’d…”

“Don’t finish that sentence. We didn’t. So here we are.”

“Yet, here we are.”

“People are looking, Jack.”

“I don’t give two flying fucks,” he was close to her now, speaking into her ear to be heard above the music. Dangerously close.

“Why did you never come and find me afterwards? I was besotted with you. You had to have known that.”

“I did. It scared me. You were smart, smarter than me, and I didn’t get just how rare and beautiful you were back then. It’s obvious now.”

His hand was on her arm, just above her elbow. The heat from it felt like a brand: cheater. She should leave. She had what she wanted didn’t she? Acknowledgment that she hadn’t made it all up in her head and that she was desirable then and now. So why didn’t she move?

“Anna?”

“Hmmmm?”

“Tell me what you are thinking?”

Looking into his blue eyes, she wanted to do everything she knew how to this man. She wanted to make him moan her name, to feel the rub of his beard against her thighs and the feel of his tongue everywhere. She wanted to ride his cock, hard, until she gushed all over him. She wanted to have him pound her from behind then shoot his load all up her back.

And the look on his face and the heat between them suggested he knew this. She didn’t need words.

She needed action.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let me know your thoughts and whether Anna should follow through with her fantasy.