We were sitting in this dimly lit bar, the kind where the music hummed just beneath the surface, creating a haze that made everything feel a bit surreal. I was there with the usual crowd, but that night, something felt different. She was there. Let’s call her S— a friend’s wife.

She was laughing at something someone said, and I couldn’t help but watch her. The way her lips curled up at the corners, the soft glow of her skin under the muted light, the way her hair fell just so over her shoulder—it was impossible to look away. My drink was cold in my hand, but my thoughts were anything but.

I kept telling myself to break out of it, to focus on the conversation. But then, she turned her head, and her eyes met mine. It was like a jolt straight through me. There was a flicker of something in her gaze—curiosity, maybe? Or was it something more? Or just my fantasy playing up?

I knew I shouldn’t have been feeling this, but the rush was undeniable. Her gaze lingered, just a second too long, and I felt the heat rising. It was crazy how something so simple—just a look—could set off this storm inside me. My heart was racing, but on the outside, I was cool, playing along like nothing had changed. She looked away, her attention drawn back into the conversation, but I was left with a hard cock throbbing in my pants. I wanted her. My body was tense, every nerve on edge, waiting for… I didn’t even know what. Maybe another glance, another chance to feel that rush again. I wanted to reach out and grab her hand, place it on my cock, and let her know how I felt.

I leaned back in my chair, trying to relax, but my mind was spinning. I watched her from the corner of my eye—the way she moved, the way her lips parted as she spoke. There was a subtle sensuality to everything she did, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to fuck her. To really fuck her brains out.

Then she stood, announcing she was heading to the ladies’ room. As she walked away, my eyes couldn’t help but follow. The sway of her hips, the curve of her back—it was intoxicating. I took in the way her dress hugged her body, accentuating every line, every dip. My breath caught, and for a moment, I was lost in the thought of what it would be like to touch her, to feel that body pressed against mine.

But no one else knew what was going on in my head. I was just me, sitting there with my friends, smiling at the right moments, sipping my drink. I was playing it cool, but inside, I was burning up, caught between desire and the knowledge that this was a line I couldn’t cross. But damn, if the temptation wasn’t real.