“This is NOT the time, Johan,” I hissed. “Danny has 4×4 in 10 minutes…”
“Yeah, but I didn’t even make the 4×4 finals,” he said, grabbing my hand. “So I have all the time in the world.”
Suddenly, this much larger, much younger white man was leading me down a public hallway, ushering me away from my son.
“Where are we going?” I cried in hushed tones, mindful of the other people walking in the hallway. I could only imagine what they would make of this white college boy escorting a young, pretty Asian woman through the hall, pulling me along like a piece of property. “Johan, we have to go back…”
“You said we have 10 minutes,” he muttered, looking over his shoulder as he opened what to me looked like a random door. “So let’s use them.”
He pulled me into the room behind him. As the door shut behind us, I saw that we were in an empty conference room.
“Johan, where are w–”
But before I could finish the sentence, Johan pushed me roughly against the wall.
“You’re so fucking hot, Nikki,” he mumbled, frantically bringing his mouth down crashing over mine.
As he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I felt sirens going off in every cell and synapse of my body. I was a married woman, a wife and mother. How was this happening?
This was the first time I’d kissed another man during my marriage to Steve, but even as I began to panic about what that meant, the main thing on my mind was the seconds ticking off the clock as Danny’s 4×4 championship final approached.
Twisting my head desperately, I managed to disengage from the kiss, but Johan’s mouth only moved down my body to my collarbone.
“Johan, I’m married,” I cried. As he kissed my collarbone, I felt his hands begin to grope, exploring my hips and my breasts with teenage intensity. “I’m a mother!”
“God, you’re a real life MILF,” he muttered, lifting my tank top up to reveal my bra. “A fucking Asian MILF…”
“You need to stop this,” I cried, but my plea fell on deaf ears as Johan fumbled with the clasp of my bra. “Johan, no!”
Frustrated with the clasp, he grabbed one of the cups of my bra and yanked it up to my collabarone, roughly exposing my huge, bare breasts.
“Ohgod, no,” I moaned. “Johan, don’t do this…”
Far from listening, he dropped his greedy face to my tits, latching onto my nipple hungrily.
“I need to go,” I moaned, trying to wrestle myself free as this younger man inhaled my soft, supple breasts. “Let me go, Johan… Danny needs me…”
