Animal Instinct

"Oh...I think you know her all too well, Charlie."

Just above the door behind me a video screen, cleverly concealed in the ceiling lowered and popped to life. I recognized the image. It was the inside of the coffee house, probably security footage from one of the many cameras they had in the building. It was from some time ago. I recognized the outfit I was wearing, and in the background of the video, I could see Kristie waiting in line for her coffee with the other patrons. The camera zoomed in, and it was clear to see that I was trying not very surreptitiously to look at Kristie. Every time she looked in my direction, I would try to turn my gaze somewhere else, but the minute her focus was off me, I was looking her over with a smile pasted on my face.

"Look at you, Charlie. Your eyes are practically busting out of your head."

"O.K. so I looked at a pretty girl. You think I'm the first guy in the history of the Universe to do that?"

"You've done a lot more than look, Charlie...You've thought about her constantly...Obsessed over her..."

"How could you possibly claim to know what's going on inside my head?"

The voice didn't answer at first. Instead, we heard a different sound like someone was tuning in a channel on the radio, and then we heard multiple voices coming over the speaker, and I felt my face turn red when I realized one of them was mine.

"Hey, Bob! It's Charlie. Look...I'm going to be a little late this morning."

I knew this conversation. It was from a cell phone call I had made to my boss, Bob Watts, weeks ago.

"Fine, Charlie. If you're going to be coming in after the rest of us anyway the least you could do is stop at the Java Joint and pick up some bagels."

"I guess I could do that since you're twisting my arm."

I winced knowing what was coming next.

"Twisting your arm! Like I don't know you love stopping there in case your fantasy girl shows up!"

I started laughing on the other end of the call my voice dropping lower, "I can't help it if I have a thing for strawberry-blonds. You wouldn't blame me if you saw this girl; she is drop-dead gorgeous."

My eyes flickered over to Kristie, who was looking at me with disgust, and I couldn't blame her.

"I'll bet. You should watch yourself, Charlie. Men fall to temptation all the time."

"In this case, it would be worth it! Ah! Who am I kidding she is totally out of my league."

"You never know if you can get a hit if you don't even try to bat," said Bob Watts.

"Wait! Weren't you cautioning me not to go looking for trouble?"

"I'm just saying if you find it I want all the details."

"Good Lord, Bob! I got to go...You old pervert..."

The call dropped, and silence followed in its wake.

"Well, Charlie?"

"O.K. so I ran my mouth off to my boss. It doesn't mean anything guys do that crap all the time."

"In his defense...It's true. I have two older brothers, and they say crap like that about girls constantly," cut in Kristie.

I looked over at her feeling relief at her effort to understand, and no little guilt at the way I had been leering at her for weeks on end. Whether it was harmless or not, she deserved more respect than that from me.

"Oh, Kristie, like you're blameless in all of this...You're just as big a whore as Charlie is a pervert."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Silence again, and then another group of voices. This time it was Kristie's voice, and she reached a hand up to cover her mouth the shock apparent on her face.

"Kristie? It's Sally."

"I know it's you stupid you're calling my cell."

"Oh! Right! I'm such an idiot. Hey! I heard you were stopping at the Java Joint this morning and I wanted to know if you could bring me a latte with lots of vanilla."

"Sorry, Girl. I just left there, and I'm already on my way in..."

"Crap! I was hoping for some good Java Joint Juice. I need my fix. I'm surprised you got out of there so fast, don't you usually wait for your admirer to show up?"

I raised an eyebrow looking over at Kristie who looked away not able to make eye contact with me.

"He was there early today himself looking so fine as usual. I swear that guy fell out of the cute tree and hit every branch on the way down."

"You love to tease him, don't you?"

"Who me?" said Kristie in a fake innocent tone.

"Don't use that girly voice with me! I remember you telling me how you saw him in there a while back and purposely zipped your running suit open so he could get a look at your tits!"

Kristie burst out laughing on the call, "You should have seen his eyes bug out! He spent the rest of the time he was in there trying to pretend he wasn't staring at me with a boner in his pants you could see a mile away."

"You are so bad, Girl!"

"I have to go. I'll see you in a few minutes."

The room was silent yet again, except for the breathing sounds coming from two very mortified half-naked people.

"Both of you...Animals..."

"Hey, look. So she flirted a little nothing was ever going to come of it. People do that kind of thing sometimes like a little kid reaching for the burner on the stove but pulling their hand back...Sometimes you have to remind yourself of the danger."

"Is that right? I think you wish you could embrace the danger. Throw off the shackles of civility and do what you want to do."

"I'm a happily married man!" I shouted.

"Are you? Can you honestly tell me if you were locked in a room with Kristie and absolutely, positively assured that what happened in that room would never be found out you wouldn't want to be with her? Screw her tight ass little brains out?"

"No!"

"Oh! Charlie! You are so in denial, but I'm going to teach you a lesson in humility and help you embrace what you are, a man ruled by his animal instincts."

"I don't understand."

"It's simple. If you and Kristie have sex in this room, right here and right now, I'll let you both go free. Otherwise..."

"You're insane! I'm not going to do that!"

"Come on, Charlie. Deep down you know you're already getting turned on at the thought. I mean, look at her, Charlie. Can you tell me Julie compares in any way?"

I didn't want to look. Frankly, I had been avoiding looking ever since she had burst through the door even though the temptation had been excruciating. Partly it was out of respect for her in this terrible situation, but almost equally it was because I was afraid I would raise a hard she couldn't possibly miss. The voice from the ceiling was almost hypnotic, though, and I found my eyes drawn to her. It was difficult to admit, but the voice wasn't wrong, Kristie had a spectacular body that put Julie's to shame. I had checked her out in all kinds of outfits over the last several months, but nothing like what she was wearing now. Her breasts looked like they were going to escape at any minute from the navy blue bra she wore up top. The lacy fabric sheer enough that I could see her round, wide, dark areolas peeking through, and what appeared to be some seriously suckable nipples pressed to the cloth. Her panties were so tight they looked like they were painted on her body, outlining a sweet ass that was perfectly sculpted.

Kristie was looking at me with an expression I couldn't read, not disgust anymore, almost like curiosity. Hell, she was beautiful, like a centerfold model all curves and sweet skin. My cock started to swell in spite of my best efforts to calm myself.

"You're crazy I wouldn't cheat on Julie that way," I answered finally, but my voice lacked conviction.

"What about you, Kristie? Still pretending you don't have an illicit desire for a married man?"

She looked up at the ceiling tears coming into her eyes again, "I'm engaged to be married in four more months. My boyfriend and I love each other...That stuff at the coffee house didn't mean anything."

"You two can deny all you like. I know the truth, and soon enough, so will you. I'll give you ten minutes to decide, but trust me if you don't do as I ask you won't like what happens next."

The voice went away, a subtle electronic clicking noise indicating that the channel had been closed.

"Oh! My God! What are we going to do?" said Kristie starting to cry in earnest while leaning against the bathroom counter.

I wanted to comfort her but was held back by the awkwardness of the situation, and the fact that my cock was at least semi-hard in my underwear and I was afraid she would notice.

"Whoever is doing this is smart. They have to know a lot about communications and technology to intercept our phone calls like that, and steal video footage from the coffee house."

"How does that help us?" asked Kristie, trying to control her sobs.

"I don't know. Where does that door go? The one you came in through?"

"Nowhere...It was just an empty closet. I woke up on the floor, and when the door buzzed, I ran through it and ended up in here with you."

"Shit..." I mumbled looking around the room for any other way out, but other than the barred window that was too small for either of us to get through, or the steel reinforced door I had almost broken my shoulder on there didn't seem to be a lot of options.

"Why is he doing this?"

"I don't know. Trying to make a point of some kind about human nature that most people are helpless pawns of their desires, and can't be trusted. Something like that..."

"We weren't doing anything wrong...not really...I wouldn't have done anything..." moaned Kristie.

"Where there's smoke there is fire, at least that's what he seems to be saying," I answered. I was still trying not to stare, but even with a face flushed from crying, Kristie was gorgeous. If anything, it just made her look more vulnerable and conversely even more desirable. The window seemed my best bet. Maybe if I made enough noise, I could attract a passerby. It was a long shot, but better than nothing.

The bars wouldn't budge an inch when I tugged on them even after I braced my foot against the wall and pulled with all the strength I could muster. I'm not sure it would have mattered anyway for all I knew we were somewhere out in the country far from any help. The gaps between the bars were also too small for even Kristie to get a hand through so it wasn't like we could rap on the glass or break it. I went over to the counter, trying all the drawers. Kristie stepped back to give me space, but they were all empty, and I slammed a hand on the hard marble in frustration.

"Five minutes, people..." came the voice again.

The only thing in the whole bathroom was a small metallic jar sitting in the corner near one of the sinks. I opened it and immediately regretted that I had done it. The only contents were three condoms still in their sealed wrappers.

"What is it?" asked Kristie seeing the look on my face.

"Nothing..." I said quickly replacing the lid and shoving the jar aside.

"We're not going to get out of here...He's going to kill us both..." she wailed.

I was finally driven to provide the comfort I had been withholding so far, unable to watch her suffer any longer. She slipped into my arms without a word crying on my shoulder. It was hard not to notice how good she smelled her perfume some strong vaguely citrus fragrance.

"It's going to be o.k." I lied not knowing how that could be true.

"Two minutes..."

"Fuck You!" I shouted.

Kristie's crying slowly subsided as I stroked her soft, curly hair.

"We...We have to give him what he wants..." she whispered in my ear.

"What!?"

"I don't see how we have a choice. He'll kill us both I know it."

"Kristie..."

"You want to get back to your wife, and I want to get back to my boyfriend. It's the only way, Charlie."

"One minute..."

"I don't know if I can..." I said in a quiet, desperate whisper.

Kristie pulled back from my shoulder, looking up into my eyes.

"Charlie...we...have to try..." she said her voice shaking, cracking with emotion.

I didn't know what to do. How had I ended up here in this bizarre, upside down situation? It seemed like just hours ago; I had woken up in bed with my hardest decision being between eggs or pancakes for breakfast.

"Please..." she begged.

"Ten seconds..."

I was horribly afraid he was going to start counting it down like some weird sexual NASA launch. We didn't give him the opportunity.

I'm not sure which of us moved first, but the next thing I was aware of was Kristie's warm lips brushing across mine.

They were amazingly soft, so much fuller and juicier than I was used to from years of kissing Julie's thinner less substantial ones. The kiss was very tentative, both of us nervous, reluctant, and uncertain of what we were doing, but gradually it got easier. We broke apart, shaking, came back together, touching, with soft wet noises marking each repetition. A distant warmth started to spread through my body, beginning somewhere down near my stomach and moving in both directions. I sorely wanted to kiss her harder, really feel her mouth on mine, but the part of me that knew this was wrong still resisted.

"It's o.k." whispered Kristie suddenly, "if we don't give into this neither of us is getting out of here...kiss me like you mean it, Charlie."

I swallowed, that warmth I mentioned taking on a more profound dimension firing into my chest and reaching my penis at the same time helping drive me to do what she wanted. I reached up with one hand sliding it into her strawberry-blond curls, and I pulled her mouth tighter to mine, letting them slide freely together into a much hotter, wetter kiss.

Damn! It did feel good.

Kristie's lips were the most perfect I had ever felt for kissing, engulfing mine like two silk pillows. I don't recall consciously deciding too, but the next moment our tongues were touching, swirling together in a sexy embrace sending chills up my back. We began to trade deep, slow, French kisses tasting each other, letting the tips of our tongues rub around and around. The memories of all the times I had seen Kristie in the coffee shop came flooding back into my head. All those times I had fantasized about this very moment, this very kiss, never imagining it would happen and here I was holding that fantasy girl in my arms.

I groaned, not able to hold back entirely how much at least a part of me was enjoying what was happening. Guilt hammered at me, and I almost faltered and stopped, but my noise of desire lit a fire in Kristie as well, and she picked up the slack pressing her body tighter to mine and swishing her tongue sensually into my mouth. The sensation was tantalizing, truly one of the hottest kisses I could recall every sharing with a woman, and it momentarily squashed my insecurities.

My hands seemed to take on a mind of their own sliding down Kristie's back, feeling her smooth, tight skin. I felt the strap holding her bra in place my fingertips caressing the silk cloth. I hesitated once again, and like before it was Kristie who came to my aid.

"It's o.k., we can't stop..." she said quietly before pushing her mouth back onto mine.

The hooks proved to be very easy to unlatch, and her bra started to slip down and away from her chest. I felt her tense in my arms, scared maybe, despite her earlier assurance that she wanted this too. If there was a way to make her more comfortable with what was happening, I didn't know what it was, and I saw nothing for it but to press on. The more substantial material of her bra carried it toward the floor consigned by gravity to leave her body. I moved ever so slightly back to let it drop between us then we came together again only now I could feel the soft warmth of her bare breasts pushing on the lower part of my chest. The touch was a tease that I couldn't handle, an urge to see them, caress them in my hands hit me with such overwhelming urgency. I groaned audibly moving my hands to her hips and pushing her slightly back away from me.

Our lips parted with a loud, smacking noise, and I looked down at her body. I'm not sure what I expected, but the truth was Kristie may have had the most beautiful pair I had ever laid eyes on in my life. They made my wife's small, slightly saggy breasts pale in comparison. A sound half-way between a grunt and a moan escaped my lips, and I plunged my head down, lifting her firm, round tits in my hands and meeting them with my mouth. Her wide, expansive, light pink areolas were an island of bumpy flesh with her nipples rising like towering, thick peaks in the center.

Kristie gasped showing me just how sensitive she was when my tongue rolled across her areola until it brushed up on what was without question the stiffest nipple that had ever passed my lips. I couldn't help myself as I began to suck hungrily on her wonderful breasts, licking and biting on her nipples. She threw her head back, moaning out loud.

"Oh...God...Charlie...That does feel so good..."

I played with her love mounds like a kid with a new toy at Christmas marveling at how much more massive and solider they were in my hands. She gasped again when I sucked hard on one nipple pulling at it with my teeth, and this spurred her into action yanking my head from her spit covered tits to ram her tongue into my mouth. We stumbled backward until my ass hit the bathroom counter. The wild kissing continued both of us becoming more and more possessed by the need to be together.

Fuck! Could that woman kiss...

Kristie started to lick my chest working her way down toward my underwear. I began to tremble all over my hands, shaking while I watched her roll my boxers down, exposing my blood filled penis to her gaze.

She smiled up at me the first time I had seen her smile since the coffee house.

"Damn...You do have a sweet cock..." she said in a low voice.

I don't mean to sound prideful, but I had heard from more than a few women that I was well endowed, and Kristie seemed to agree. It was my turn to gasp when she ran one hand down my rock hard shaft letting her fingers roam along its vein covered length and making me shudder. Her mouth came right behind her hand those full lips sliding over the fat purple head of my penis, and then all the way down until nearly the whole length of my dick was buried in her throat.

"Uh...Jesus...Kristie..." I groaned.

Julie had always been indifferent about sucking my cock, not necessarily bad at it, but less than enthusiastic treating it as more of a chore and less of a pleasure. Kristie not only took me deeper than Julie ever had she started sucking me with the excitement I never realized I had missed. It was clear from the word jump; this was a woman who enjoyed giving a man oral pleasure and reveled in her skill at delivering it. Her lips slid fast and hot up and down my prick lathering it her glistening saliva while she massaged my balls with her free hand. The moans I had been trying to disguise or hold back ran unabated from my throat.

Kristie...Ah! Fuck! You're so good at this..."

"Like the way, I suck your cock, Charlie?" she asked pausing to jerk my wet flesh.

"God..YES! Ah! Don't stop..." I begged.

She went after me again. The sloshing noise of my dick in her mouth almost drowning out the sounds of my grunts and cries.

Something snapped inside my head, and I lost it. In a flash, I had her on her feet lifting her onto the bathroom counter and tearing her panties off with such violence they almost ripped in half. Her pussy was fully shaved and gleaming with tart smelling juice. I dropped to my knees, pushing my face into her hairless vagina, licking at that dripping love hole. She let her back fall toward the mirror behind her placing her hands on her tits and squeezing them.

"Ah! Shit! Charlie...You do know how to eat pussy so good! Ah! Right there! RIGHT THERE! Ah! FUCK YES! Oh, Charlie! OH, CHARLIE!"

Kristie's clit was even harder than my cock, and I flicked it constantly while she writhed on the counter. All my inhibitions had collapsed like a house of cards, and I was consumed by the need to feel myself inside her sweet body, to fuck this juicy hole. My legs felt like they wouldn't hold my weight at first, but I finally managed to get back to my feet. Kristie lay sprawled on the counter panting, so ready for me. I knocked the jar over trying to get at the condoms I had seen before, but my hands shook so hard I couldn't get the wrapper open. Kristie took it from me ripping it with her teeth and pulling the condom free rolling it onto my stiff penis. I'm glad to say it was a tight fit.