"You know I have always fancied you," Nick said as he broke the kiss with Jayne and, pulled up the hem of the black, cashmere sweater she was wearing. He eased the sweater over her full D cup breasts and kissed it through the black silk and lace of her delicate bra. Sucking on her already swollen nipple he let his hand fall onto her upper thigh in the tight, white jeans and went on. "And I know you've always fancied me as well, haven't you?"
Jayne didn't reply, there was no need for what he was saying was true. She had fancied Nick almost from the moment they had met when after her divorce she moved into the house next to his and his wife's Katrice. He was her type of man. Quick witted, bright, vibrant, with a great way with words, a self-deprecating sense of humour and bags of get up and go and drive. He was the type that got things done and made things happen no wonder, Jayne often thought, his business was so successful. She often wondered how the hell he and Katrice went together, concluding that she was the sort of trophy wife that men like Nick seemed to collect. Beautiful airheads to marry and women like me to fuck, she thought as he eased her breast out of the bra and sucked greedily on the nipple.
"That's as maybe, but that doesn't mean I am going to sleep with you," she replied, pushing him away and wriggling her bra back in place.
"Why not?"
They were in the kitchen of Jayne's house on a Saturday morning. He'd turned up unexpectedly and she'd made some tea. As they finished that he had kissed her. It wasn't the first time they had been alone together. He had seen her at a bus stop outside the tube station one evening a few days ago and had given her a lift home. In a quiet road near to her house and where Nick and Kat used to live, they'd chatted with the main topic being how unhappy he was at home and with Katrice. That was a subject they had discussed when they were neighbours when he would pop in occasionally. Several times he had tried it on during those visits and whenever they went to parties or functions, he monopolised her on the dance floor, once or twice getting an erection as they danced and doing nothing to hide it, in fact he exaggerated it by pressing himself hard against her.
At first Jayne hadn't liked it, but she was flattered and she got used to him and his ways. She even flirted back. Often Katrice was around, but she didn't seem to mind or, maybe she didn't notice or, possibly didn't care, Jayne thought. They had first kissed at another neighbour's party and had repeated that a couple of times at other functions, but she hadn't let him go any further. It was harmless she thought, just harmless, albeit a little naughty, fun.
After Nick and Katrice moved, she didn't see either of them for a while, although she spoke to Katrice on the phone most weeks. The next time they met was at a tennis club dance and, as usual Jayne and Nick danced together several times. Nearing the end of the evening he kissed her neck. She didn't pull away, it felt nice.
"Come on," he'd said grabbing her hand as a dance finished and pulling her towards the door almost knocking her glasses off.
Hardly before she knew it, they were outside in the dark. They were both a little drunk and it took no time at all for him to take her in his arms and kiss her deeply his tongue plunging quickly between her willingly opened lips. His hand found her breasts in the thin, low-cut top and he squeezed the full flesh and pinched the erect nipples.
"No Nick, no," she gasped with little conviction as he put his hand on her leg just beneath the hem of her, rather short for a mid-thirties woman's, skirt.
In response and quite typically, he kissed her harder and pressed his erection more firmly into her stomach.
"God you are a sexy bitch Jay," he groaned sliding his hand upwards on the outside and slightly towards the back of her left leg.
"Nick no," she groaned as she felt his hand on her bare bottom.
"Fuck you got no knickers on?"
"Yes of course I have, it's a thong."
"Bloody hell, let's have a look," he growled pulling her skirt up and turning her round so he saw where the thong plunged into the crease of her bum. "That's fantastic," he went on stroking one of her cheeks.
She pulled herself together and pushed him off.
"Now stop it, this is crazy."
She went home shortly after worried like hell at what had gone on. Worried but secretly pleased and flattered and certainly excited.
He started texting her, asking her to see him. She replied saying no and that it was unfair to Katrice who she genuinely liked and admired for her elegant beauty and nice nature. Then he pulled up alongside her in his Mercedes at the bus stop and gave her a lift home.
She didn't think much about it putting it down to coincidence, but it was far from that for Nick had seen her there a couple of nights earlier getting on a bus and had been waiting that evening. Just as he was waiting a couple of evenings later and again gave her a lift.
As it happened, Jayne was in a hurry and immediately he stopped the car outside her house she was opening the door and getting out. She thought that was fortuitous as she said.
"Thanks for the lift, Nick, but I must rush," and then she was gone.
He sent her more texts that evening ending with
'Jayne, we have to talk.'
She went back with. 'I don't think we do.'
She was away on business in Paris for the next few days so she didn't see him although he sent more texts asking to meet her.
'I have something that I have to tell you.'
His persistence wore her down.
'Ok meet me off the train tonight.'
'What time?'
'Around seven thirty.'
He was waiting when she came out of the station. She had been in client meetings all day so she was wearing one of her 'power suits;' dark blue, pin striped, thin wool, with a four-button tight jacket and a pencil skirt with black tights and high heels.
"Like a drink?"
"Best not to," she replied.
"Why?"
