As the doorbell rang, Will leapt to his feet and raced to the door of his flat. Heart pounding, he flew down the flight of stairs to the hallway. Was it her? Had she really come? Reaching the front door, he undid the latch and swung it open. Wind drove in, spattering him with drops of rain... and there she stood, the hood of her coat up and her shoulders hunched against the cold November weather. Despite the rain bouncing off of her, Angela was smiling broadly.
"Hi! Nice night, huh?" she said. Will stepped back.
"Come on in, get out of the rain." Angela stepped into the hallway with a quick glance behind her. Pushing the door shut, Will also glanced out before dropping the latch, vague paranoia scratching at the surface of his mind.
Then he turned and saw Angela pulling back her hood. The scratchy whispers ceased as he watched her shake drops of water from her tousled blonde hair. He had run his fingers through those silky golden locks just over 48 hours previously, as Angela had gone down on him hungrily , full lips wet with saliva, teeth scraping against his skin, one soft hand caressing his balls whilst the other worked his shaft back and forth and -
"It's foul out there." Angela was looking at him with those clear green eyes and just a hint of nerves. Will's heart continued to race, he could feel himself stiffening as he brought his attention back from what they had done, to the here and now. And what they would do. Yes, it was her. Yes, she had come. This was really happening.
"You're right. Come on up, my flat's upstairs." Will jerked his thumb at the door to his left, "That's the empty one."
"Yes, I remember you telling me the guy moved out last week."
"That's right." Will replied, moving forward and gesturing towards the stairs, "After you, please."
"Why, thank you, kind sir." Angela purred demurely, turning away and mounting the stairs. Will watched as her coat rode up above her rear as she walked upwards, savoring the motion of her curvy, rounded buttocks and noting the lack of any visible panty line. Angela was wearing a thong, g-string, or perhaps, no knickers. She was wearing the same smart clothes that she had to work that day; charcoal grey suit trousers with black high heeled shoes. That would likely mean the black, sleeveless round neck top, and the jacket that matched the trousers. Angela always dressed smartly for work. Will thought she dressed more like an office manager than the manager of a record shop, but the dark, clean suits she wore showed off her hair, eyes and good figure. And they turned him on, too. Hell, Angela dressed in a bin bag would turn him on. She filled whatever she wore very nicely.
Will followed behind as Angela turned right and reached the door of his flat. She paused, turning to look as he caught up with her. Will grinned.
"Well, it's no palace, but welcome to my home." He pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway. Angela followed and once over the threshold, Will closed the door shut it behind her, dropping the latch.
"Can I take your coat and get you a drink?"
"Yes, thanks."
Angela slipped her dark leather shoulder bag to the carpet and unzipped her soaking coat, sliding it from her shoulders and passing it to Will's outstretched hand. Yes, the dark top and suit jacket. Water dripped from the coat onto the hall carpet as Will hung it next to his own leather jacket on one of the four metal hooks of the coat rack by the door. Angie arched her back slightly, stretching and making a quiet, happy 'm'mmm' noise. Will watched her small breasts swell against the dark fabric, noticing the texture of the cups of her bra pressing against the top.
"It's nice and warm in here, Will."
"Yeah, with it being so cold at this time of year and with the weather being so bad I wanted it to be good and snug in case you- I mean, when you arrived."
Angela seemed amused to see the slight flush Will felt rise on his face. She smiled a Cheshire cat grin and took a step over to him, placing her hand on his forearm.
"I was always going to turn up, Will. I wasn't going to miss tonight."
Embarrassment melted in a hot flush of anticipation and nerves. Will mentally kicked himself. Play it cool. Don't gabble like an idiot. He smiled back.
"I'm glad you're here. I still can't quite believe you actually are, though." Angie laughed softly.
"Well I am. But of course, I'm not."
Angie squeezed his forearm gently and leaned just a little closer. Will could smell her musky perfume. The stiffening in his jeans quickened.
"My sister will swear blind that I've been at hers all evening. And with buggerlugs away on business, we've got as long as we'd like. I can get a taxi back home later." Silence fell as she finished. Time stretched as they looked at each other – a twenty five year old man and forty five year old woman. Anticipation blossomed. Swelled. Became near tangible. It was only two seconds before Will replied, but in that short time, much was silently said between them.
"Fantastic. Now then, that drink? Tea, coffee?"
"Tea please."
"Okay. Come on through, have a seat."
Will walked over to their right and opened a door, stepping through. Angela followed him into the living room. Will was curious as to where she'd sit. In one of the two single armchairs or in the three person settee in front of the fire place and television? As he'd hoped (or perhaps even known), Angela sat before the fire, looking around her.
"Looks like you've got a nice place here."
"Cheers. Feel free to have a look around, I'll give you the grand tour later."
Will headed to the kitchen and began to make the drinks, silently musing over who would make the first move, what Angela was wearing under her suit, how she would look naked. How her body would feel as she lay under him, thighs parted, or sat on top, riding him hard. Whether she cried out in the grip of ecstasy or instead sighed softly. How long it would be before he'd find out? That she was here willing to have sex, there was no doubt. As the kettle boiled, Will thought back to how Angela had come to be in his flat, ready for an evening of passion with him behind her husband's back.
Angela and her husband owned a small record store in town, selling CDs, DVDs, T-shirts and posters. Her husband had a joint controlling interest, but left the day to day management to Angela, keeping himself busy with his work as a freelance business consultant. Angela had lost a member of staff and Will had applied for the job of Assistant Manager, having been a loyal customer for a couple of years. He had been struck by Angela the first time he had seen her. Five and a half foot of personality, curves and blonde hair with sparkling green/grey eyes. She had a ready smile, sense of humour and taste in music that matched Will's own. Despite being two decades his senior, Angela knew how to keep herself in shape. Among the shop's customers was a small legion of male admirers of all ages. Will often joked that he could make a small fortune by selling memberships to an Angie Harding Fan Club.
When the other staff member was out at lunch, in the stock room, or running errands, Will found his gentle flirting being returned in kind. Double in fact. Especially when the two were alone after closing, sorting the till records and cashing up. Angela soon made it plain that she was bored with her marriage and skated teasingly around the subject of just what she was looking for to spice up her life. She broke the touch taboo by brushing up against Will as she passed. Sometimes her bottom would glide across his crotch as she slipped along the counter. Other times, her breasts would brush his arm or chest. She would touch his shoulders when they joked.
Just under a week ago, last Wednesday to be precise; she had turned up to work (when just the two of them were in) in an ankle length skirt with a long centre split. Very smart and respectable as usual, but when no customers were in, she would check the stock on the shelves, right foot placed in front, hips cocked, so the length of her inner leg, from ankle almost to crotch, was visible. Creamy, smooth flesh tantalisingly visible yet out of reach. The direct eye contact and knowing smile let Will know that the display was for his benefit.
This had all culminated in the events of Monday afternoon. With the other staff on holiday, Angela and Will had been in alone together all day. Weather was poor and the business had been quiet. They passed the time playing silly word or guessing games, keeping a tally of who had the most points with the vague threat of the winner being able to get a 'forfeit' from the loser. Darkness fell and at 5.30 pm they closed the shop, with Angela the victor in their little game by two points.
Pulling the security shutters down most of the way and locking the front door, Will cashed up as Angela tidied around. They had taken just over one hundred pounds and Will was done cashing up in only a couple of minutes. Angie joined him in the small office at the side rear of the shop, hovering by the door leading to the stockroom and kitchen at the back. She told him that she had decided on the forfeit. She wanted Will to kiss her. After a moments shock and confirming that he had heard her correctly, Will moved closer. Angela had drawn back into the stockroom, where nobody could see them through the small office window.
He had kissed her. Once. Twice. Then her tongue was in his mouth and her hands were on him, his hair, face, chest and groin. Rubbing at his growing erection through his trousers. She asked him hoarsely if she could go down on him. Will had politely mumbled something positive and then his trousers were around his ankles, his erect cock was tugged forward and Angela was on her knees in front of him, head rocking back and forth, cheeks hollowing as she gave Will an expert blow job. He had come in just over a minute, embarrassingly quickly. Angela had gulped his hot spurts down, slowly licking the head of his cock clean while looking up into his eyes and then smearing her dark purple lipstick with the back of her hand.
Not able to believe what had just happened, Will had leaned against the door frame, getting his breath back. Angela had stood up, gently stroking his softening cock and whispered to him;
