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?"
