Six months ago my husband of three years found out about an affair that I'd been having with a guy at work; a quite senior guy as it happens.
Luke wasn't happy and he packed my bags meaning that I had to return, tail between my legs to live with my unsympathetic parents.
My lover, in his quest not to be found out too quickly arranged for me to be made redundant and leave the company ASAP.
OK it was a very healthy financial package; but finding a similar job wasn't going to be easy, as I was to slowly find out.
Luke put our house up for sale (too many memories) and it sold relatively quickly; so once the mortgage was paid off and a couple of other hire purchase things too; I was sitting with a considerable amount of money in my bank account but no job and still living in my box-room with my parents and very judgemental sister.
Then just after opening and deleting another two negative responses to my job applications I surprisingly received a text from my ex-lover; Grant with an e-mail address and a man's name that I recognised from a rival company nearly 200 miles away, saying they had a vacancy 'for me' and signed off "Good luck."
My mind was a whirl .... the bastard hadn't been in touch at all, dropping me like a brick; then this.
In reality I had little choice, so composed an e-mail and attached my CV.
Less than an hour later there was a reply inviting me to an interview two days later!
The interview went exceptionally well and it turned out the MD on the other side of the desk was a long-standing friend of Grant and had rang him to see if he knew anyone that could do this particular roll; and my ex-lover had instantly recommended me; saying that the 'redundancy was nothing to do with my work qualities, just a financial necessity alongside 10 others' and he had told him 'my marriage had broke down a week later and 'something about my husband being at fault,' (which was an odd lie but I supposed that just stopped the new MD asking any deep questions that could lead back to our affair.)
24 hours later I got the job without a second interview and was invited to start in two weeks, which would give me time to 'settle things at home' and find accommodation.
Via the power of the internet I rented a small but neatly furnished flat from the following week and set off to navigate around my new home and surrounding area.
One of the first things I looked for was a gym; but the closest two didn't look my type of thing; so I guessed I'd ask around the office at the factory when I got there.
Instead I went running, something I'd always enjoyed. When driving to and from my new flat I drove past a forest with a lake that was visible from the road; about four miles away, so set off in that direction.
The first car park I came to would hold about 20 cars but there was only one other parked at the opposite corner.
After doing some stretches I set off around the lake wearing my favourite trainers, leggings and a baggy t-shirt which did nothing to stop my 34b boobs jiggling when I ran.
Two laps and 40 minutes later I had a 'glow on' when I got back to my car. There were now three more cars there with an oldish lady putting her dog in the back of a hatchback. We exchanged smiles and small waves.
As I did some 'warm down' stretches I had the feeling a man in a blue van, about thirty yards away was watching me a bit too closely. With my back to him, I probably over did things, flexing my legs and buttocks to give him a bit of a thrill.
I was back the next morning at about the same time, and this time the car park was empty apart from the woman with the dog's hatchback. I went through my regular warm ups and set off; passing the lady and her dog at one stage, when we greeted each other as I ran past. I was feeling particularly 'good' so managed three laps and was slightly out of breath on my return to the car.
The blue van was there again and only two bays away and a large car on the other side where a man was sitting smoking and reading a newspaper.
Being in such a 'good mood' made me feel a bit naughty, so I over exaggerated my warm down again; giving myself a surprising 'thrill' as I stretched my legs and made my boobs deliberately bounce a couple of times.
When I finished I took a long gulp of water and sneaked a peak at the man in the van, whose window was down and he made no pretence of staring and smiling at me.
The rest of the day was uneventful; but for some reason the man in the van stuck in my mind. I couldn't figure out why, as he must have been in his 40's or 50's and hadn't looked particularly handsome; certainly not my 'type'.
Before I first met Luke; who really is handsome and a 'gym bunny' I'd had more than my share of lovers; all on the upper scale of good looking; as I'd been told many times ... so was I.
I'm 29 now, 5ft 6 in stockinged feet, shoulder length mousey brown hair, 34b and slim because of my gym work and running.
The rest of the week carried on in a similar fashion, although I was now wearing my tightest pink Lycra boy-shorts and a halter neck running crop top, without a sports bra. Blue Van man was there another twice and on the Friday morning when I got back to my car, he had actually moved his van into the bay next to my car, leaving about three feet between the vehicles.
With so little space I did my warm downs on the grass in front of my car; but making sure he got a good look at me.
I don't think of myself as an exhibitionist; but as far back as I could remember I always 'dressed to impress' on nights out and at work, aiming to catch the attention of guys of all ages and persuasions.
I don't think I was a 'prick tease' either; but I think some guys thought that if I wouldn't let them inside my knickers .... but plenty did!
Satisfied he'd seen enough I squeezed through the gap to my car door, with my back to him.
"Nice ink." He said, with a light rasp to his voice, commenting on my colourful 'half sleeve' and tattoos on my thigh and back.
"Thanks." I responded while opening my door, being careful not to knock his van, which made me turn sideways.
"Shit!" I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand.
He was nonchalantly playing with himself with the van window open.
I was speechless but didn't or couldn't move away .... just stood staring at him as he shook some more blood into the stiffening shaft.
After a couple of minutes he asked "Do you want a go?"
I shook my head but my heart was beating like a drum as I still stared in fascination.
"Come closer so I can get a better look at your tits."
Stunned I looked around and realised that my car door was hiding me from a couple of dog walkers 100 yards or so away.
I will never know why; but the tattooed Devil on my shoulder was whispering naughty things in my ear, so I stepped closer to his open window and gently leaned forward so my boobs jiggled slightly.
With his left hand stretching his cock he hung his right arm on the widow sill, then softly stroked my nipples which were poking through the fine Lycra, making me let out a soft gasp.
"Show me properly." He grinned and slid a finger inside the tight hem on my crop top.
Again I looked around to see if anyone was watching; and when they weren't I quickly lifted my top clear of my tits and gave him a quick flash before pulling it back in place.
"Nice." He winked, "do it again but leave them on show this time."
I took a deep breath counting '1...2...3' then lifted my top up to my neck then, slightly leaning further forward and resting my hands on the window sill, my tits were just about inside his van. My stomach was churning and my hands shaking with excitement.
The man grinned then gently caressed my tits and teased my nipples with his calloused fingers as he slowly stroked his stiff cock. I couldn't tell if this was absolute madness or the sexiest thing I'd done in over ten years.
After a couple of minutes his cock was as hard as it was going to be and his hand was working it in a frenzy while cupping and stroking my tits .... with not a word being exchanged between the two of us.
I'm not even sure how 'turned on' I actually was; excited -- yes; but 'turned on' -- I 'm not sure.
The mans' eyes began to twinkle and his breathing louder and shallower with the occasional gulp ..... I knew what was about to happen and it did, his body stiffened and he raised his hips as his cock erupted with creamy white cum oozing out and sliding down his knuckles as he began gulping in oxygen.
"Fuck!" he sighed as he squeezed the last drops out and forcefully squeezed one of my boobs making me wince.
I took a step back, automatically pulled my top back covering my quivering tits; turned and got in my car ..... pulling away before I'd even had time to put my seat-belt on; which I rectified at the exit as I waited for traffic to pass.
My brain was a blur on the drive home; and even as I made a cup of tea .... reliving my moment of madness (which probably lasted 5 minutes or less).
By the time I'd finished my tea I couldn't wipe the grin off my face; and in the shower too when I washed my sweaty tits and pussy too.
My mind raced for the rest of the day; even though I went shopping for more bits n pieces for the flat I still couldn't get that image out of my head.
Around 7 one of my best friends from back home rang and we chatted for nearly an hour; and when she asked 'what was I getting up to' I replied that I'd joined a gym and had started running around a lake; but stopped short of telling her about the strange man stroking my tits while I watched him have a wank.
I couldn't resist going back again on Saturday morning, but there was no sign of him and his van nor the Sunday morning either; which I strangely found disappointing even though I did get plenty of attention from plenty of male dog walkers and young Dads taking their kids out for some exercise.
My first day at the new job was both exhilarating and nerve racking; but I got through without any major faux pas' or misunderstandings and was ready for a 'run' to work off the excess adrenaline when I arrived home.
