It had been a few weeks since John had his unexpected shower time with Sharon, and yet he could not stop reliving it. John replayed in his head the softness of her lips, the firmness of her nipples, and the smoothness of her vaginal lining as he thrusted his penis deep into her, but now feeling guilty every time that the image occurred despite the smile it brought to his face.

He had wanted to have another encounter with Sharon and release inside her while wearing a larger condom, but could not. Their paths had not crossed at work, and a few days after the encounter he had met Sally.

Sally was in many ways a complete opposite to Sharon. Sally was older, more experienced in the world; in ways of life experience as well as in sensual pleasures. Sally was a much more headstrong woman than Sharon as a result, although John felt that at times, that Sally could sometimes try to be everything to everyone to her own detriment.

John knew that he had fallen for Sally, even though she was much more homely than Sharon with nowhere near as stunning a body. He loved her personality. He was enjoying the sex as well and was grateful that at least Sally was like Sharon in that he could easily make her come multiple times before he came.

Yes, John was happy and knew that he would not be with Sharon again. The desire for the experience was there, but John could not do that to Sally. He had no judgement for those that did play around, but it just wasn't for him.

This morning tested his discipline though. It was a nondescript drive in until near the parking building he thought he saw Emilia walking. He glanced backwards and saw that it was definitely Emilia.

John had worked in the same company as Emilia some years ago. Not in the same part of the company, but their paths regularly crossed, and John knew that Emilia was something else.

She was roughly his height with stunning black hair, a classically beautiful face, and a smile that beamed a magnificent aura whenever she felt relaxed. John was always amazed that the smile appeared whenever they had reason to talk, regardless of how busy or frustrated Emilia was. Her aura spread positivity to anyone around her, and that was only enhanced by her genuine, polite, professional nature.

John had previously tried to imagine just kissing Emilia but for the most time he couldn't. Emilia was tremendously intelligent, svelte, and so effortlessly elegant that even his active imagination couldn't bring itself to show her a modicum of disrespect.

John and Emilia saw each other in his glance and mouth polite hellos shortly before John drove into the building and parked his car. His mind racing as he walked to the elevator, John hoped that on his way out of the building he would bump into Emilia and be able to have a bit of a catch-up as they hadn't seen each other in over a year. She looked as amazing as ever, and it was with no surprise that he felt an erection growing at the thought of just seeing her.

Emilia had this effect on John, and he found himself wondering if she had the same effect on other men, or if she had one excruciatingly lucky person in her life. He shook his head as to try to clear his mind and subside his erection as he reached the elevator, thanking his lucky stars that some other patrons were waiting for the lift.

Still, he couldn't help but dread that for the remainder of the day he would find it hard to stifle thoughts of Emilia and even harder to stifle burgeoning erections. That dread became even stronger when the elevator doors opened and Emilia unexpectedly walked out as he walked in. After another quick pleasantry she out walked past him, her perfume almost overcoming his rational sense as she went.

John could barely contain himself and it took all his control not to walk back out of the elevator and try to talk to her. The questioning glances that he would have gotten from his fellow passengers and the strange questions he would have gotten from Emilia stopped him though.

He both regretted the inaction and was very glad of it. He developed a straining erection on the rapid two floor elevator journey. He had no idea how he would have hidden it from Emilia if he'd obeyed his animalistic instincts.

He imagined how it would have played out if he had obeyed the instincts though. He pictured them walking and talking until they reached her car. It would be like she was - immaculate and stylish. They would go to say their goodbyes with a promise to catch up for coffee, before Emilia dropped her keys as they waved goodbye and John turned away.

Turning back around at the sound, John imagined that he missed his chance to do the gentlemanly thing as he pictured Emilia crouching down to pick up her keys before standing up. In John's mind, as Emilia stood up she noticed his now solid crotch strain and blushed before mumbling she should go, even as her eyes lingered a half-second too long on the bulge.

John imagined apologising to Emilia for his state or arousal without admitting it was because of her. Emilia, he imagined, mumbled that it was ok and got into her car.

John pictured moving next to the slightly ajar door to wish Emilia goodbye and confirm a coffee date. Emilia touched his arm to confirm it and the next thing, neither of them would have ever pictured in real life. John touched her arm in a reciprocal gesture and both felt the electricity in the air.

They both looked at each other's arms and then into each other's faces - eyes locking. John envisioned moving forward and Emilia rising her head up to meet his face. Their kissing would be deep, passionate, a breaking of a wall they'd both held back for so long. John would realise too late into the act of kissing how wrong this was, but the pang of guilt over betraying Sally would be nullified by the pure sensation of living out a fantasy so soon after living out a fantasy with Sharon.

Emilia would pull John close and they would continue kissing as she moved her hand down his chest outside his shirt and then rest her hand on his now granite firm member. John would stroke her arm at this and move his hand around her back as they kissed more.

John could not stop picturing that if he went with her, his hand would run through her hair as he kissed and licked just above the top button of her blouse; desiring to undo her blouse and keep going lower despite the security cameras.

John imagined Emilia stroking him through his trousers as they held each other close and kissed. He longed to be in her car, hands exploring each other's bodies, and eventually his granite being deep inside her as she rode him. She would not be naked in the car, nor would they initially care that he was not wearing protection. They would stop after her first orgasm and he would again put on a condom that was too tight for his girth, before removing it with consent after her second orgasm.

As she was riding for a third orgasm atop John, he pictured opening her blouse buttons and lifting her c-cup breasts out of her bra. He imagined sucking her dark ruby nipples to help bring her to climax as he released an unexpectedly copious volume of semen deep inside her.

John blinked back to reality as the sound accompanying the little green man told him that it was safe to cross the road. He felt tremendously guilty and loathsome that he had allowed his imagination to disrespect Emilia, and that he imagined that passion with someone other than Sally. He knew that despite this guilt he could not ever tell either of them about the impossible dream.

It would be easy to not tell Emilia as he didn't know if they would ever cross paths again. He was seeing Sally the next night though and so he stored the fantastic scenario in his vault, grateful that he was becoming more and more forgetful. He would feel guilty (and erect) at the thoughts the rest of the day and just hoped that could busy himself enough over the next day and a half to forget the fantasy and allow him to continue his building, happy reality.