"I hope I didn't make you late," she said.

"Oh, I'm in no particular hurry," he said, leaning against the window.

"I guess your pizza is cold," she said looking into his handsome face. "I'm sorry."

"Yours probably is too," he said. "Why don't we go to my place and reheat them," he said, and then added, with a glint in his eye, "I'll heat yours up and you can heat mine up."

A sudden rush of warmth shot into her pussy. His remark was spoken with a husky, inviting voice, causing Tammy to forget that she needed to get home to Kevin. He was the one who had wanted the pizza. Then she thought about last night, and how Kevin had pushed her away in his sleep.

"Well," the man prompted.

She gave one last fleeting thought to her husband and thought, let him get his own Goddamned pizza!

"Sure," she said. "I'll follow you."

She stayed close behind his little red sports car, and with each block she drove, it seemed that her cunt grew hotter and hotter. When he pulled into the apartment complex, her breathing was coming quick and uneven, and her palms were wet with anticipation.

He got out of his car and then led her talus apartment, allowing her to enter first.

"Here's home," he said, putting the pizzas on the coffee table.

"Nice," she said, noticing the dark, masculine decor.

"Real nice," he said, looking at her intently. Then he looked down at his hands. "That coat hanger was a little rusty. I'd better wash my hands. Wouldn't want to get… uh, anything dirty."

"Let me help you," Tammy said, following him into the bathroom.

He turned the water on and lathered up his hands with the soap, his eyes on Tammy the whole time. She placed her hands on his and gently began swirling the soap around with her fingers, a delicate, erotic motion.

She rubbed her hands upward, covering his wrists and arms with the thick lather, enjoying the slick warmth against his taut muscles.