We met at a work meeting. He came up to me afterward and asked me a couple of questions. It was interesting from the beginning and I enjoyed our conversation.
The next day I got an instant message: "I'm not sure if you remember me..."
I was intrigued because how could I forget someone I talked to the day before? I answered, "Of course I remember you."
He sent another text "Would you like to meet for lunch?"
I remember thinking that I wasn't sure if he was just interested in talking business or was he interested? I assumed it was business. I answered, "Yes I would be happy to meet for lunch."
We met for lunch and he was very open with me. Told me a lot of personal things. I went home to my husband and told him that the guy was asking me questions about my work as he had an open position. It was the first of many lies to come.
We kept talking and he invited me to a coffee shop as he liked to go write in that space. I don't know why I said yes but I did. I kinda liked his attention. I reasoned it was because he was nice and we got along so well. I went to meet him and he hugged me. I felt some flutters and sat down to chat for a bit.
We kept talking and he told me via instant message one day "I find you really attractive".
It took my breath away. Our conversations were a little flirty but not obviously so. Well at least I told myself that. I wasn't sure what to say. I was married. I liked him and didn't want to hurt him. But I also think I LIKED him and was attracted to him.
I thought about it and said "If I was not married I would be very interested."
He said he understood and invited me to another coffee shop. This time on his way back from a business trip before he headed home to his wife.
We met at the coffee shop and had a conversation about us being attracted to each other and that if we weren't married we would explore more. I mentioned that we would have already had sex by that time if we weren't married. I liked him. I found him sexy and sweet. I loved talking to him - in fact it was what I looked forward to every day at work.
We resigned that we would continue to be friends and probably flirt too. He walked me to my car and hugged me tightly. I took a deep breath in to smell him. We started to flirt and I said something about it was going to be fun.
When I got into my car and started it I knew I was in trouble because I wanted to make him want me bad. I liked knowing that he found me attractive - sexy even. And I was having dirty sexual thoughts about him. I wanted to be kissed and touched by him. I thought about the idea of going to his office and fucking him.
The next week he invited me to meet up at the nearby park to have a coffee in his car. A chance to talk privately. I didn't think there was any harm in that so I agreed to meet him.
As we chatted he put his hand on my knee. I was wearing blue jeans but I could still feel the heat of his hand. It was electric but I didn't move it.
He leaned over to kiss me. I thought it would be a good idea to just kiss him and get him out of my system. I kissed him back. Then he deepened the kiss and took control. He pushed his tongue in my mouth and I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in. His hand rose slightly up my thigh and I broke the kiss. No we could not do this. We parted.
I thought about that kiss all the way home.
The next week he invited me to the regular coffee shop again. We sat outside next to each other at the table - this was the first time we sat next to each other.
I had learned that he liked it when I wore a dress. I also liked to wear dresses because I feel beautiful in them and because I know how easy they are to lift up.
He put his hand on my knee while we were talking and I didn't take it away. I like it. Butterflies went through my body and I was on high alert.
He moved his hand up a little bit and rested it there. I didn't move it. I liked it more. I started to feel a stirring in my pussy.
He moved his hand up to my panties - just barely touching. I wanted to keep it there but thought I better not encourage him so I pushed it down a little bit but not off. He said that I moved it quickly and should have let it stay. Not yet.
I wanted to feel him touch my pussy. I could tell I was wet. I hoped he would make another move and he did.
He moved back to where his fingers were brushing against my panties. I didn't move it away this time.
I was longing for him to touch me. I wanted to see what it would feel like.
He pressed his fingers to my cunt lips and moved slightly. I put my hand on top of his to stop it and told him "Jake, no". But I didn't want to stop. It felt so good. I wanted more. After a moment I let his hand go and he went back to pressing on my cunt lips - this time with a little more pressure.
I couldn't help it. I loved his touch. My pussy was wet. My body wanted more so I let him continue to touch me. Back and forth across my pussy lips using his fingers to lightly touch me through my panties. One finger back and forth, then two fingers.
