"Do you like movies?" he said. She nodded and he moved closer to her, slipping his arm around her shoulder. "There's some great stuff on cable."

"Yes," she said softly. "I know."

"I'm glad my man was sick today," he said. "I'm glad I met you."

"Thank you," she muttered. "I'm glad I met you too."

"Do you get the idea that there's a little electricity around here between us?" he said.

"Sort of," she whispered.

He pulled her closer against him. "I know I don't look like a leading man, but they tell me I'm pretty good with the old in-and-out," he said.

He leaned down and brushed his lips over her hair. She turned her face up and felt momentarily dizzy as she melted against him.

He kissed her softly, sliding his tongue into her mouth and holding her more tightly, until his broad chest flattened her tits.

Her pussy felt more alive than it had in months. A tiny whimper escaped her throat as he pulled her tongue into his mouth. She hadn't kissed another man like this since she'd married Charlie ten years ago. But she couldn't seem to help herself. Her cunt was leading her on.

"Let yourself go," he said.

"I will if you call me Cheryl," she said.

"Cheryl," he repeated. "You're a dish, Cheryl."

He bent down again and covered her mouth with his. He speared his tongue between her lips and she trembled when she felt his fingers on her thighs.

"What are you doing?" she whimpered.

"What do you think?" he said.

"Oh, God, I don't know what to do!" she said.

"Relax," he said, stroking her silken skin.

"I don't know if I can go through with this," she said.

"Ssshh, relax and don't worry about it," he said. "Everything's going to be okay. I'll take care of you."