I sat outside her office waiting for her to finish work. I had been thinking of my girlfriend, Gemma, all day and knew, as usual she would be dressed sexy and I was aroused thinking about it. It wasn't long before the front door of the building where she worked opened and she walked out chatting with her friend towards my car. I watched as she walked, hips swaying sexily, in a tight knee length skirt which was grey with a slit at the rear which at certain angles showed a great deal of leg. She was also wearing tan, hold up stockings which she knew I loved. At thirty one she was two years younger than me but looked even younger and I had been witness to several younger men flirting with her. Although she was only five foot tall she was perfectly proportioned. I could see the exaggerated boobs pushing out under her white blouse made to look larger than there natural B-cup by what I knew to be a push-up bra. Over which she wore a cardigan which was open on a mild evening. She was from Taiwan and her Asian features had drawn me to her from the first night I had seen her in a club.
She said her final goodbyes to her friend and opened the door and climbed into the passenger side with her skirt riding up further and I leant over and kissed her. Straight away I knew something was wrong but kept quiet hoping she would tell me. I looked at her next to me and felt myself going hard as I looked at her legs in the high heels. I started up the car and turned around then placed my hand on her thigh and started stroking her leg forcing her skirt to ride up further. Normally she would have slapped my hand away and laughed about what a bad boy I was but she said nothing
"Good day?" I asked still resting my hand high on her leg. I could feel her stocking tops underneath
"Same old crap" she replied staring with a glazed expression out of the window.
"Any news then?" At first it seemed she was about to say something but then seemed to stop herself. "Everything ok?" I asked. Even whilst I was hugely turned on I was becoming concerned by her odd behaviour
"Yeah of course, why shouldn't it be?" she seemed angry but then seemed to compose herself "I'm just tired". Not wanting to push it any further I drove back in silence with my hand resting on her thigh. I was still very horny and made the most of her mood by watching her as my hand lifted her skirt to see her stocking tops. She never flinched, nor did she react as I moved my hand around to touch her panties. Under normal circumstances I would have presumed my luck would be in when I got home but I knew she was just extremely distracted.
As I pulled up at the traffic lights a van driver pulled up alongside with two men in the passenger side. I saw the one man look down, he was in his early twentiesand he had an eyeful as my hand wandered over her thighs. I saw him turn to his mate and then they changed and both leered towards my girlfriend. I was getting turned on watching them ogle my girlfriend and I pushed her skirt up further to real her black panties. The van driver was left behind as they failed to react to the changing lights but as I turned left and they turned right I heard them sound there horn in what I knew was approvement of what they had just witnessed. My girlfriend seemed oblivious to the whole series of events.
Once we got home I was beginning to tire of the silent treatment and even my aroused state was becoming diminished. Once we got in the front door I turned her around and kissed her passionately. As I did I lifted her skirts and ran my hands over her arse.
"Don't" was all she said as she pulled away and made her way into the kitchen. I followed her in and asked
"What's wrong? Have I done something wrong?"
"No, I told you I am just tired" At this point I knew I was not going to see any action and was angry at the rejection.
"What the hell is up with you" I yelled unable to keep the frustration from my voice "If you have had a shit day fine but don't take it out on me" She looked at me, I could see the tears welling up but I was too angry to apologise just because of a few tears. She looked at me then ran off upstairs saying she was tired and just wanted to lie down for a while.
I stood there alone in the kitchen trying to fathom what I had done wrong. I started to feel guilty over the way I had behaved and the thought of seeing her upset. I decided to sit down and watch a bit of television but my mind kept wandering back to my Gemma and how upset she was. After about 40 minutes I could take it no more and decided to apologise and I went upstairs to our bedroom. As I entered the room I could see she was still fully clothed, tears rolling down here face whilst sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry..." I began. She turned to look at me and started to cry harder and I took her into my arms and let her cry on my chest. "I'm sorry, I certainly did not mean to upset you like this. I was just mad beca..." She stopped crying and looked straight into my eyes
"Its not you" she said "It's me" she stopped herself again as if deciding whether to go on. As I looked at her she turned away
"What is it?" I asked "Are you planning on leaving me?" She looked up, painfully smiled and started to sob again. Through the tears she said
"Of course not but you may not want to know me after what I tell you". I sat there speechless waiting for her tears to dissipate. After a few minutes she quietened down and again she looked at me through puffy brown eyes from all the tears. As gently as I could I said
"I think you need to tell me what going on". Again she turned away as if thinking about it. After a short pause she took a deep breath to compose herself and then started.
"Remember Daniel who used to work at my place?" I thought back not knowing anyone by that name, then it occurred to me
"The married bloke you had that fling with before we met?"
"Yes" she replied and turned to stare intently at me. She was beautiful even with the redness from the tears she still managed to make my heart race just by that look. "Well he came into work today, to discuss something with one of the managers; he works in another department across town"
"Have you been keeping in touch with him?" I asked, with the start of jealousy bringing harshness to the question which I never meant. I really did not want her to clamp up again.
"No" she said after a brief pause "Well not really, just the occasional texts to see how each other are" I stood up, anger flowing through my veins.
"So you are in touch?"
"You know what it's like, it was just occasional flirting" she looked at me to see how I was going to react before she continued. I just stood there daring not to look at her before managing to compose myself. "Besides I have seen the texts you sent Sarah, it is much the same thing" I looked at her about to deny everything, Sarah was a mutual friend who, it was true I had flirted a lot with. We text occasionally and sometimes it got a bit steamy but I had never cheated with her.
"You read my texts" but before the anger could take over the realisation of how it looked took over and the thought of losing Gemma began to hurt. "I have never cheated with her you know?" I said almost pleading with her. She looked up at me and patted the space next to her motioning me to sit down. As I did she took my hand and said
"I know, but you need to hear me out first". She took a breath before continuing. "After Daniel finished in his meeting he popped in to see me. Just general chit chat at first then we started to reminisce of old times" I sat there holding her hand and strangely I felt the jealousy start to subside. As I watched Gemma talking I couldn't help noticing her legs again and the shape of her arse under the tight material of her skirt. "Anyway he suggested we go out for dinner, at first I refused but after a while he convinced me, after all I was starving" We looked at each other, I thought I knew what was coming and how I should react but all I could think of was how beautiful she looked and how I wanted to run my hands all over her body. She looked at me somewhat puzzled but continued on. "We had some food over a couple of glasses of wine, I wasn't drunk so I have no excuse" She stopped again and looked at me and when I never reacted she continued. "We spoke about old times when he suddenly said how he missed me. I laughed it off but he looked towards me and said how sexy I was. I didn't know what to say. I reminded him he was married but he just shrugged and said he could never forget me" This time when she looked at me the tears were welling up again. I just stared at her, I looked her up and down, and I knew I should be going mad, at least feeling angry but all I could think of was how hot she looked.
"Please say something" she begged. She realised I now understood what she was about to say and was waiting for me to go ballistic. All I could do was look at her, even now I could see her bra between two buttons of her blouse. She probably thought I was quiet and contemplating things but the truth was I was extremely turned on. I looked straight into her eyes,
"Are you going to leave me for him?"
"No, no of course not" she pulled me close to her and I could smell her perfume filling my nostrils "but I think you will want me to leave". It was my turn to pull back. I cupped her face in my hands and wiped a tear from her cheek.
"Never" I smiled but my mind was clouded by images of her with this other man. Despite myself I could feel any lingering anger turning into a desire. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close as I passionately kissed her. In doing so we fell sideways onto the bed and I ran my hands down her body and underneath the skirt which I pulled up revealing the tops of her stockings. I took her hand and placed it on my crotch which was now hardened and was pressing against my jeans. "I want you to tell me what happened next" I whispered as I nibbled her ear and then continued to kiss down her neck.
