There was nothing rugged about him.Sebastian in fact looked like he was quite the opposite. Beautiful would have been a more apt description: Sebastia... was the rare gorgeous male. Not tall enough to be a model but then again most women wouldn't complain.Standing at about 5'6 he was a small and charming little thing. His eyes were a warm brown. They were the kind of eyes that draw you in and keep your attention if you are not careful. He had tan skin with a firm but soft body. There wasn't too. He's teasing me and fuck, I'm loving it. I'm so wet that my thong is completely soaked. He smiles when he touches the fabric and feels my wetness. His index finger dips inside my thong and he slides his finger up and down my sopping wet clit. He brings his index finger to his lips and I watch him, completely mesmerized. He slides his finger into his mouth and sucks on it. I suck in my breath. Oh fuck!I instinctively spread my legs apart. Fuck! I'm giddy with need! I need to be taken by him now.. The only other option was to end the farce that our marriage had become, but to me that was the least attractive way to go. It would mean giving up my settled existence. The house would have to be sold and the proceeds split. Everything else, savings, certificates of deposit, my pension and 401k would be split fifty-fifty and I would probably end up paying alimony. It would mean giving up my wood working shop in the basement; the three car garage which would leave me without a place to work on. We decided on a place not too far out of the way and soon were seated in a cozy little corner. The apprehension Belle felt by the lack of customers was obvious, so I explained it too her. "It' two in the afternoon and that's typically a 'dead' time for restaurants, so don't worry about that part of it," I said, trying to reassured her.Our lunch was fabulous, in all ways! Great food, a very crisp, delightful wine, fresh garlic bread, and for me, the best dinner companion a guy could ask for.We.