He greeted her with a smile, "Come on in."
"Thanks," Anne smiled back, "I'm a little late, but I made it".
John's wife and Anne were going to practice Pilates today in the livingroom for a few hours.
"You're actually early, way early." he replied.
She gave him a confused look, "Sharon told me to be here at 11am."
"Yeah, I guess she forgot to send you a text. She changed her mind until 2pm. She had to go to spin class today. Today is her big test to get her instructor certificate."
"Oh, good for her!" exclaimed Anne, "So I guess I am a bit early."
"Well, since I have a captive audience," he joked, "why don't I bore you by showing you the renovations I've done on the house since the last time you were here."
"I'd love to see what you've done!"
They walked up the stairs to the master bathroom. Anne followed in the path of his lightly scented cologne. He smelled good, like a man should smell. Her own husband smelled good too, but he wasn't very capable with his hands, not like a man is expected to be. His hands were more clean and feminine.
"Ta Da!" exclaimed John, stretching his hands out and pointing them toward the master bathroom door.
"Oh! It's beautiful!" she gasped, "A small master bath, but I like how you made it look bigger and made great use of light and space!"
The bathroom was, indeed, small. Nevertheless, John followed her inside so he could tell her all about the renovation.
As she bent over to inspect the ornate tiles on the shower floor, he could clearly make out the panty lines through the sheer lycra workout pants she wore.
Perhaps he was standing too close, or perhaps he was just lost in a moment of fantasy... Whatever it was, when Anne suddenly returned to an upright position, she bumped so hard into him that they both lost balance and almost fell forward into the shower.
Out of instinct, John grabbed her firmly around the waist with one hand and drew her forcefully into him, slamming her ass into his groin. He used the other hand to brace for the head-first fall into the shower wall tile.
There they were, both in the standing doggie-style position, still trying to recover from what could've been a painful fall. With his head resting sideways on her back, John's nose was buried in her waist length bright red ponytail. Inhaling deeply, it smelled good to him. So good, in fact, that he was suddenly aware of a certain rigid feeling between his legs.
The fall was done and over with, yet neither one of them moved for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the awkward position made Anne reach a hand back around and reach onto John's buttocks in an attempt to stand upright again.
Now, men aren't exactly the brightest of critters, and John interpreted that grab differently. He slowly slid his hand up from her waist and slid it up to her bare belly until his fingers touched her workout bra. Surprised, she turned her head and looked at him. Ignoring her surprise, John lowered his face to hers, inhaling her breath and lightly brushing his lips against hers.
Both now standing, John slid the other hand up to her bra. He gently grabbed each boob and squeezed as he gave her a full-blown kiss. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. He never thought of Anne in that way, but this urge for her was sudden and intense.
She was five foot six, about average build, and had creamy white skin. Her face and cleavage were covered in freckles. In workout clothes her body looked hard and hot. She was pretty, but those librarian-style glasses covering her sky blue eyes made her even more pretty. At this point in time John was up for anything - even adultery.
