His name is Trent, I met him over a year ago online before I ever met my boyfriend. When I met Trent, I wasn't all that interested. I thought he was good looking, but his demeanor was too dominating for me. We were far too similar in that sense, I don't like being dominated I'm too independent to be pushed over.
Trent is good looking, 34 years old and about 6'2" and is half Greek and half British. He is fair skinned with medium brown hair but it's getting fairly grey, he has a young but manly look about him. He dresses pristine, in deep blue suits and ties. He's the kind of man women want, well established, public figure, sexy and perfectly proportioned but not exactly muscley.
My names Emma, I'm 29 and half Malaysian and half German. I'm about 5'6" and I'm fairly fit from going to the gym often. I have long brown hair which I like to keep neatly straight and I like to dress in dresses and skirts, feminine and sexy but not too slutty is the look I go for.
I hadn't spoken to him for a while, he and I have butted heads from day one. We never worked out and I had moved on and met my current boyfriend. When Trent and I didn't work out I was upset, I hated that he didn't try hard enough. But I felt strongly for him, although sex was average to start with, each time we argued and we saw each other again, the sex would become better and better.
After a few months we parted, it wasn't sustainable or going anywhere. I got over it, but I thought about him often. It didn't help that he was a public figure. Every now and then for a year I'd hear from him, we would still argue but we wouldn't have sex. After some time he charmed me into seeing him for dinner. I had hoped we would be able to move things forward, but I was already in a relationship by now. I just didn't feel the same about my current partner as I did about Trent.
Trent made my heart skip, he made me nervous, excited and he made me horny. Fast forward a couple of months since we met for dinner, it was valentines day. My partner was at home, we didn't do much for Valentines day... COVID had capacity limits and it was far too much of a hassle.
Trent asked me to come over, I shouldn't have done it but I can never say no to him. I told my partner I was going home and got ready to go and see Trent. I always wanted to look my best to see him. The tension between us was intense, when I see him I can barely think of any logic to anything I'd do.
I dressed up in an outfit I knew he would like, an electric blue silk skirt with a slit up the leg. It's not a short skirt, it's past the knee but it's feminine and perfectly displays my ass and legs. The top I wore was a short black singlet, it's nothing special but it's a figure hugging top, outlining my tits and body shape.
I went to see Trent and he greeted me at the door, everytime we saw each other a cheeky smile would show on our faces. I don't know about him, but mine was uncontrollable. It was clear to me that we still weren't going to work out, even though the arguing has stopped... I realised, things wouldn't ever move fast with him, but I hadn't given it a lot of thought at this time.
We sat on the couch and we chatted like we usually do, although I find it incredibly hard to concentrate on our discussions when I often get distracted thinking about sitting on his lap and having him slide his fingers into my pussy. He was dressed in a shirt and jeans. We both pretend that we aren't sure what will happen. I always try to resist his charm....at least on the surface.
I barely remember a word that he said until I decided to refill my glass of water. I got up and intentionally leaned down to get my glass so that he would get a decent and close view of my ass through my skirt.
