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What exquisite torture.I’ve been watching my friend discreetly for the better part of an hour. Every movement, every brush of her hair, every small smile, the way she lifts the glass to her lips, every heartfelt laugh. She has me enraptured.Ok, so some might suggest that it was the drink that might have something to do with the warm fuzzies I was feeling, but I know the difference and this beautiful woman has me entranced.She is gorgeous, clever, funny, intoxicating, AND married.She gets up to go to the toilet. I watch her go, watch the way her hips sway as she walks, and the carefree way she stops to talk to the multitude of people she knows in the pub. I watch her magic, the way people seem to light up when she speaks to them. Is it just her own radiance or are people, like me, just so enamoured of her? I glance around me, broken from my thoughts. Has anyone noticed? Shit! Has her husband? I look over at him only to see him in deep conversation with the barman. Phew!Before I can really think about what I’m doing, I stand and make my way quickly to the toilet. I get there before her, as she is still chatting to people in the bar. I quickly enter a cubicle and sit down, head in my hands.What the hell do you think you’re playing at? She’s married! She’s straight! You istanbul travesti like her husband! She’s MARRIED!I hear the toilet door to the bar open and then a cubicle door open and shut, and I figure that she must have made it away from all the people wishing to talk to her. Ok, so what I need to do is get up and leave. Go back to the bar and make my excuses. Say I’m too drunk or I’m working tomorrow. Anything. Just leave.I flush the toilet as I’m leaving so as not to seem like I was just hiding out, and exit the cubicle.I’m standing washing my hands at the basin when I feel her approach and nudge me out of the way so she can wash her own hands. I playfully push her back, and she flicks me with water. I grab at her wrists to stop her and then look into her eyes… oh fuck, those eyes! Those beautiful blue eyes that have always drawn me in are now not letting me go, not letting me look away. I feel my heart skip a beat and my breathing quicken. Just as the edges of my vision starts to go blurry with lust, I hear the toilet door being pushed open and this breaks the spell she has over me and I hastily drop her wrists.She catches my hand and drags me into a cubicle, pushing the door shut just as three giggling women burst into the toilet. I stifle a gasp istanbul travestileri and look at her, only to find her gazing at me.I’m trapped again, eyes locked on hers. The noises of the giggling women at the mirrors fade into nothing as my entire world becomes her. I can feel her pulling me in… physically? Emotionally? Sexually?Before I know what I’m doing and can stop myself, I lean forward, tentatively and slowly, oh so slowly, I graze her lips with my own.Her eyes fly wide open in surprise and something else? Did I actually see that? Does she want me the way I want her?I lean in again, this time a little more purposefully, and when our lips meet it is as much her doing as my own.My stomach flips and I get butterflies. I’ve heard people talk about kisses feeling like electricity, but I’ve always figured that was poetic licence. Never thought it was a real thing. I ease my tongue into her mouth and feel her eagerly respond. We kiss as though we have always been doing it.I put my arm firmly round her waist and draw her in tightly, possessively. My other hand is on the back of her head, pulling her to me.We could have been anywhere. The fact we are crammed into a tiny toilet cubicle is completely lost to me as I hungrily kiss her.Moving my lips travesti istanbul to her neck and exposed shoulder, I hear her moan appreciatively which elicits a small groan deep at the back of my throat, almost a growl. My fingers become entangled in her hair and I push her back hard against the wall, pushing myself against her, pinning her.I find my hands on her hips, urging her closer to me. I want to be as close to this woman as possible.Without breaking our now frantic kisses I move my hands to her wrists and raise her hands above her head. Using just one hand to hold them in place, I have a free hand to explore her body.My right hand is soon inside her top and enfolds her right breast. I almost immediately feel her nipple harden and run my thumb in a circle round it, hearing her intake of breath as I do so.I look directly into her eyes and all self-restraint and morals go out the window. This woman is hot and has been in so many of my dreams. I ache for her.Pushing her top up, I dip my head and brush my lips against the lacy material of her bra. Cupping her ample breast in my hand, I rub my lips over her nipple before taking it in my teeth and biting down on it. I hear her gasp in an exciting mixture of pleasure and pain and feel a throb deep inside me as my body responds. Turning my attention to her other breast, I bite down hard on her nipple through her bra, this time harder wanting to test her limits. Although she draws in her breath rapidly, she arches her body towards me, pushing her perfect tits into my face.