We're quite new to this area. It's taken a couple of years to settle and get to know people. School seems to be a good place to meet people, friendships can form, fantasies can be inginted.... I remember the first time I saw him. I remember being quite disturbed by the effect it had on me. C is tall and fair. I'm still convinced he's not a drop dead gorgeous head turner, but by god, he does something to me. He seems to look right into my soul and know what I'm thinking, who I'm thinking about. And it's all done in such friendly exchanges of pleasantries I question whether he actually has any idea of the effect he has on me. I've had many enduring fantasies about him. He's someone who I encounter regularly and this does nothing to temper the increasing lust I feel. I have a great imagination, and it's all too easy to imagine any of my scenarios coming true. I've been in his presence on many different occasions, sometimes it's just literally a dash past each other at the school gates. Once in a while we'll be on the same night out, the anticipation of getting ready on a night I know I'm going to bump into him leaves me feeling deliciously anxious and excited. I wish I knew what goes on in his head when he looks at me. I can usually tell when a bloke is appreciative of how I look. I just cannot get a read on this guy and it's almost driving me to obsession. Which has caused my very latest fantasy. One summer afternoon I head out to school. I check in the mirror as I leave as always, in case I encounter C. It's hot so I've abandoned my usual ever present black clothes, in favour of a pale cotton summer stress. I look ok. As I near the street where he always parks the heavens open in a rumble of thunder, and quickly I'm drenched by a sudden downpour. Shit. As I hurry towards school I hear a car horn, there's not many people around as I'm earlier than usual. I look through the sheeting rain and I recognise his number plate, which in itself usually makes me feel a little fluttery. He gives me a wave as usual which I return as I hurry past. He the beeps his horn again and beckons me over. I panic. I can't very well do anything else but go over. Btw I'm no inexperienced teen. I've been married 20 years, I'm no shrinking violet but the way this guy makes me feel is inexplicable. The dry mouth, the butterflies, the dilated pupils and so on. I've come to the conclusion after all this time, it's a very base almost chemical attraction I have to him. Something primal. Had this been in caveman times it would translate to undeniable urge to mate I expect. I can't avoid going over. I know him, he's not a stranger, I'm getting steadily more soaked in the rain etc. The chance to be alone with him that I've always craved is right there. I almost feel sick with anticipation. He pushes the door open and tells me i'm drenched and to get in. He laughs at my feeble protests of getting his seat wet, and waves it arily away and tells me they're leather, it's not a problem. So, there I am. I've been this close to him before. We've even hugged at a Christmas do where my husband made a big show of officially introducing us, as he knows I have the hots for C. Never alone though. It now dawns on me what a state I must look. My wet hair no longer able to fight it's natural curls, my wet skin beginning to goose pimple, my nipples pushing against the thin cotton. I'm panting because of the shower induced dash. Well, I'm here now. A chivalrous act from a friendly guy who would have done the same for anyone. I turn to thank him and see silent laughter in his eyes which calms me down a little. His eyes then change as he watches a raindrop roll down my neck. Something is about to happen. I now know he's felt the same way about me all along. He traces the raindrop down my neck to my collarbone with a finger. He then rubs his thumb across my collarbone and suddenly grabs the back of my neck and my hair as he jerks me roughly towards him. There's no wondering about or mistaking his intention now. I feel a pulse deep down in the core of my pelvis as his eyes go dark and he lowers his head to kiss me. My response is halted by fleeting thoughts of us both being married, but as the kiss continues I unable to do anything to temper the lust that is now flooding through every inch of my body. I hear myself moan as I give in to him, and to myself. This is something I've thought, fantasized and dreamt about for months. We kiss as if we're both starving for each other. My hands in his hair, his in mine. We eventually break away. The windows are steamed up. We're both breathing hard. We look at each other. Months of unspoken feelings now making themselves obvious. I make sure I look presentable and thank him for getting me out of the rain. We then head off to school together. Our perfectly private moment just between us. No one any the wiser, I was just getting out of the rain after all. As we go through the school gates I'm comforted to feel his hand on my back. It's not over.