It had been a long day and I almost made it back to my car when the skies opened up with a summer storm. It wasn't unexpected, the view from my office included the threat of rain all afternoon. Just bloody bad timing, I thought as I ran across the road to the awnings of the stores next to the parking lot.
Screw it, I can wait a few minutes to see if it eases up. I'd only taken delivery of my brand new car two days earlier and no way was I going to climb into leather seats soaked from head to toe.
As I checked the BBC World Service on my phone, I heard the sound of running feet followed by a light chuckle and a woman's voice.
"Faaar! out! That rain's timing is a pain in the ass."
I glanced back from my phone, it was Fiona, an acquaintance who used to work in the café near my office. I usually buy my lunch there most days and Fee and I used to flirt constantly, in a good natured way, but it hadn't led anywhere. We did, however, share a passion for knowledge and literature, which meant a great deal.
"Oh hi Fee. I haven't seen you in ages."
"Hi Sam, long story. Do you think it's set in?"
I glanced up at the storm clouds, then back to Fee. "Hard to tell, at least fifteen or twenty minutes. I'm just hoping it'll ease somewhat. My car's the black one sitting just over there." I pointed.
Fiona smiled "Yeah? Nice! I was planning to walk home and hoped to beat the weather. Looks like I'm screwed!"
I placed my phone away in my pocket and glanced back at Fee. She was wearing black trousers and a T- shirt for one of the major chain stores. So that's where she went? I hadn't even seen her walking around town for months and, since I mostly do my purchasing online, I don't think I'd even been in that store for over a year.
Like myself, Fiona was middle aged, probably late 30's or early 40's but it was hard to tell, she really looked mid 30's. I knew she had a teenage daughter and, apart from that, I only knew that her sexy demeanour stirred feelings in my groin.
Unlike most women her age, especially after giving birth, Fiona still had quite a slim, sexy body. Either she took really good care of it, or she had the metabolism that other women hated. Her breasts weren't large, but at that age, like my partner, large breasts can be a liability. Hers were just the right size and were still quite pert. I also swear you could crack walnuts on her ass. Her only concession to age were the glasses she wore, which wouldn't have looked out of place on some "hipster wanker", but on her they gave her a bookish sensuality.
I had always admired her whenever I saw her walking around town, especially in warmer weather when she would often wear a summer dress. Her legs were really quite long and toned and her dark hair was often braided, reaching down between her shoulder blades. I was pretty sure that I wouldn't be the only one noticing this sexy woman and figured that some guy was probably getting lucky.
"I said, how have you been?" she stated, probably for the second time and breaking my train of thought.
"S-sorry Fee, I'm fine, I got caught up in thought for the moment. Is that rain easing a little?" Yes. I was thinking on how I'd like to stick a walnut between your ass cheeks, smack them together and see if I could munch down on the result.
"Hmmn! I'd swear you were just trying to change the subject" she laughed "You know, you sometimes had that look on your face when I was making your double shot latte's? I often wondered if you made it while staring at my ass while I stood at the machine?" The look on my face must have been priceless. It was true, but before I could utter a word of defence.
"Sorry... I'm just messing with you, I used to enjoy our little flirtations, and I thought at least you might be gentlemen enough to offer a girl a lift home." She said with a wry smile.
"Sure" I said, the rain had indeed started to ease off, "Any if you really knew what I was thinking about your ass, you wouldn't think me a gentleman. Ready to make a dash for it?"
"Hmmm! Now I am intrigued. Maybe I should run in front so you can think about my ass some more" she laughed as she started off.
"Damn, you're a bad girl!" I laughed as I followed on. We were clearly back to our old flirtatious ways, though we had never been this forthright with each other. Calm down Sam, I thought, you're a happily married (well at least in spirit) man as we ran and both dove in to the car.
"Hell yes... This is NICE!" she exclaimed looking around the interior.
"Thanks, I only picked it up two days ago. I'm still getting used to it but you can't beat that new car feeling". I pressed the start button, no longer even needing to take the keys from my pocket. The engine roared to life. "Where to?"
Fiona wiggled herself around in the bucket seat, settling in and enjoying the feel of the leather, then reached for the seat belt. "Straight up West Road, I'll tell you where from there." We drove out of the parking lot, out of the town centre and I turned left into West Road, driving right past where I'd normally turn towards home. It didn't matter, it was only a couple of minutes out of the way.
"You know?" She said, "I know the organisation you work for, but in all this time, I never found out what you do? Take the next left. The girls in the cafe always thought of you as a bit of a mystery man."
I made a guttural little laugh as I took the next left then slowed down through the side street. "Nothing mysterious really, while I work for the government, I'm just a data analyst." As I waited for her to direct me further "You know the old joke, I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you? Well in my case, I could tell you, but you'd die of boredom first."
Fee laughed politely and pointed ahead "Next right and I'm eighth on the right." Then she giggled "Sooo! What made you think I would be offended by your thoughts?" I turned and slowed down even further as we approached her house.
I was clearly uncomfortable and her grin was one of pleasure. "Just up here on the next right."
I pulled the car into her driveway and placed it in Park and looked her in the eyes with my nastiest smile. "Well! Truth be told. I was wondering what it would be like to stick a walnut between your ass cheeks, smack 'em together and see if I could crack it."
"Whaaat?" She laughed, then looked at me. She gave me a quick slap on the shoulder "Oh man! You are evil.. So the mystery man does have a dark side." then she gave me a wicked grin, "Hmmm! Part of me wonders if you could crack it?"
The timing was imperfect as the rain had just eased off to a light drizzle and I would've liked to flirt more with Fee. This was enjoyable, and a little bit enticing.
"I know it sounds a silly thank you for a lift, and clichéd, but would you like to pop in for a beer or a coffee?" She asked with a grin.
"I'd love to Fee, really I would, but I'm expected home and really need to get going. Perhaps a raincheck?" Coward I thought, but then I was due home.
"Sure", she continues "Any ideas?"
Caution Sam, I thought, this could get dangerous, but cooler heads would not prevail. "Well I'm actually off for half a day on Thursday, but that probably doesn't suit?"
"No actually Thursday's fine, I'm not rostered to work, you can come over for coffee or whatever, and I can see if I can get some more answers from the mystery man." Again with the wry smile.
"Fine with me, I can drop in about 1.15pm."
"Great! I'll see you then, and thanks for the lift by the way" She said. "I really didn't fancy having to walk home and arrive soaked to the skin, despite how warm it is."
"No problem, it was nice to catch up, however briefly. And besides, I got to see and think about your cute little butt again. I'll probably be able to dream about it for weeks." I said with a wry smile.
Fiona laughed "Cheeky bugger!" She reached up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then looked intensely into my eyes. She got out of the car and, as she bounced towards her front door, turned back with cheeky grin. "See you then. "Walnuts huh? I might have to make sure I have some on Thursday."
I didn't know it but the first thing Fiona did when she entered her front door was to ring her work and cancel her Thursday shift.
I backed out of her drive and, after memorising the street number and house, headed for home.
Jesus! Sam, what the hell are you thinking? Here I was, a man in a happy relationship and I was making a coffee date with a woman, at her house, who could give me a hard on just with the thought of what she would be like to go down on.
I really was happy too! My partner was my best friend, confidant, lover and intellectual foil all rolled up into one. I shouldn't even need to think about other women. She gave me shit when I needed it, and was a shoulder to lean on as well.
What was wrong with me? I had heard that, given the chance, 50% of men would cheat on their wives, but seriously, I couldn't think that of me. I couldn't believe myself. At the same time though, life is short, my love, Helen and I had stagnated a bit, our lovemaking, whilst passionate and satisfying, was still something that almost needed to be scheduled. I know not all men think this about sex, but true satisfaction only comes from real passionate desire to please the other and, perhaps as important, spontaneity. Something we'd lost.
I was so engrossed in thought, that I almost missed my turn-off. I could probably sabotage things right now if I didn't turn up on Thursday. Fee would probably never talk to me again and things would be much simpler, but then part of me knew I couldn't. I would go.
I pulled into our driveway, almost sweating at the thought. As I walked up the stairs, Helen met me at the door with a kiss (sometimes I just wish she'd meet me with a Scotch and a Blowjob). "Hey sweetie, how was your day?"
"Stressful" was all I could reply, even if it was a half-truth.
"Well, get changed and relax, I'll pour you a wine, your computer's on. I have a pasta bake in the oven and we can eat in about 20."
Only about six months earlier, Helen's employer was starting to strain under seriously bad management. At first offer, she'd taken a redundancy to get out of that poisonous organisation which, to quote her "was full of the worst combination of fucked-up, backstabbing bitches and psychopathic bosses I've ever had the profound displeasure of knowing". Helen ended up with a nice little settlement and then laughed twice as hard as, only a week and a half ago, the organisation collapsed entirely and all those assholes were out of work, without the golden handshake.
Since then, she had not really looked too hard for work, after all, my salary was good, our debt was down, and she could play at dutiful housewife. If only there was some spontaneity to her behaviour (a blowjob at the front door, is that too much to ask? She would happily give me one in bed, why not at the front door?).
Fuck I was starting to feel bad, but I was also exited as well. I sat down and thought about Fee as I sipped my wine and browsed the net. Nothing much. I couldn't think straight, but I thought about Fiona and it gave me a hard-on.
