It was inevitable! I should have known it! You can’t work in close proximity with someone you’ve been to bed with and not want to do it again. Forbidden fruit always tastes better, and eventually your craving for it overrides your conscience. So it was with Tammy and I. After our one night stand, we had discussed what we had done, how wonderful it felt, and how unfair it was to our respective spouses and families. We actually convinced ourselves that we could co-exist, work together, and not give in to the urge to revisit our ‘little sleepover’ as we chose to call it. In spite of hoping, and working to alter our home lives for the better, nothing changed. Tammy put on her game face daily, we had a lot of fun while working, but at the end of the day, we both went home to emotionally empty houses. Last Tuesday was no different.. We both arrived at the winery within minutes of each other, waiting Escort Başakşehir out in the winter chill for the owner to show up. There seemed to be a little tension in the air as her husband dropped her off. Tammy was her usual friendly self, acting upbeat, but there was a sadness in her eyes that belied the smile on her face. Edwina, the owner’s wife, arrived about five minutes after we did, letting us in so we could go about our daily routines. Tammy went to the kitchen to prep the days snack food, and I went to the cooler and the gift shop to restock. That done, I went to the kitchen to see if I could help out. “No. I’m good,” she said without turning around from her work at the cutting board. Just then, Edwina came into the kitchen to let us know that she had “a gazillion errands to run.” and would be gone most of the day. She would be back Bayrampaşa escort before closing and, if we needed to contact her, she had her cell phone in her pocket. Tuesdays in December are notoriously dead, so there’s a lot of ‘make work’ going on. If there are no customers, there’s always dusting, cleaning, or window washing that can occupy time without wasting it. I decided to do that while Tammy finished up. Sliding by her in the kitchen, I put my hands on her shoulders, so she wouldn’t back into me accidentally. “Excuse me Tam,” I said, as I brushed by. Dropping the knife onto the cutting board, she replied, “I can’t do this any more!” Backing away, I answered, “What’s that??” “I can’t do this any more! I can’t pretend that life is good. That you’re just a friend!” she blurted out, turning to face me. Wrapping her hands around my neck, she Beşiktaş escort bayan planted an urgent, wet kiss on me, her tongue probing deep into my mouth. Without thinking, I wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling her to me, pressing my ever present hard-on into her stomach. Just as hungry as she was, I answered her kiss with one of my own, ardently sucking on her tongue as our lips mashed together. My hands slid up under her blouse, up to her breasts, cupping her generous orbs, my thumbs stroking over her bra covered nipples. I could feel them stiffen to little points as my thumbs circled around them. Pulling her head away, she said, “Follow me!” Giving her a puzzled look, I let her lead me to the tasting room bar. There, with a full view of the approach road and the parking lot, she turned her back to me, wiggling her rump against my tumescent manhood. Grabbing hold of the bar she said, “Fuck me! I am a bitch in heat and I need a stiff dick inside me!” Totally surprised, and turned on by her directness, I asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Damn right! It’s been empty since the last time we were alone together!” she said, hiking her floor length skirt over the small of her back.