Coping Mechanism
By Kelly Robertson
Description:
A wife finds a younger lover to help cope with the stress of work and her broken marriage.
Lisa glances at the time on her computer screen: 4:30pm. Ryan would be home by now with both kids cooking dinner. She reaches for her phone, hands trembling she texts: "Leaving shortly, be there by 5pm". Instantly she can see the dots, he's replying "see you soon". She sets her phone down beside her keyboard. Presses send on her last email for the day and starts to pack up.
She looks intensely at her laptop, should she bring it home? she sighs. No. The goal of all of this was to be happy when she arrives home. She closes the laptop grabs her purse, and her phone. "Leaving now" she types and keeps her phone in her hand as she leaves her office. She goes into the washroom to freshen up.
Lisa reaches into her purse for her lip balm and rubs the stick across her lips. She checks her hair out in the mirror. Turned her head to the left then right. She is pleased with how she good looks after a long day at the office. Finished with her appearance, she walks into one of the stalls. closing the door behind her. hikes up her skirt and slides off her panties and places them in her purse. She takes a deep breath and pushes the door open and walks out. She can feel it now. It 's real. No more discussions, no more searching on the internet, no more back and forth emails. This is it. Only a short walk to his house. It made this arrangement ideal.
A man is in the elevator when she gets in. She presses the 1
st
floor. He smiles. Lisa smiles back and moves to the right side of the elevator. She feels insecure, can he tell she isn't wearing underwear? Can he see her panties in her purse? Trying not to fidget she stares at the floor and avoids eye contact. They reach the lobby. "After you" he says. "Thank you" she replies as she walks out. She can feel him staring at her ass in the mirror. She's used to being watched. She has a body to die for and she knows it, great breasts, nice round ass, amazing legs and flawless skin. She smiles without looking back.
She heads for the front door and turns left. It rained; you can smell the dampness in the air. It's heavy but it's oddly comforting. She starts walking, thoughts rushing through her head. Would they have a drink first? Or would they rip each others' clothes off and get straight to it? She remembers his profile pictures and starts to sweat. His muscular body, his abs, his hands...Eight inches he boasted, hard as a rock in all of the photos, thick and oiled. Lisa is walking faster. She's eager to get there. She reached into her purse for her phone. She texts "be there in 5". She checks address again to make sure she's in the right place. 285 Main Street apt 4, text when you get hear. She read the address over and over in her head.
When she gets to Main street, her nerves start to kick in, the palms of her hands are sweaty, her heart beating so fast she can feel it everywhere. She wants this so bad but is having second thoughts. She stops to sit on a park bench to collect her thoughts. His apartment is on the next block. She holds her phone close, protecting the screen from passers by She goes to his profile page and scrolls through his pictures for the hundredth time. Trying to remember why