When I graduated from school my two best friends were dating. Jason (as we will call him) and Mandy (as we will call her). Everyone knew they would be married shortly. And everyone was right. Now after five or six years I was out of contact with the two of them. Then one day on a business trip to New York I ran into Mandy.
We talked and caught up on old times, and eventually she invited me over for dinner that night. She and Jason were still together, but as I learned there marriage was a bit shaky. Threw out dinner both of them talked to me but I picked up on body language which suggested that they were angry with each other.
After about 2 hours of dinner and just talking, they got into a fight and I excused myself. Mandy was exactly how I remembered her, a sweet Beautiful girl. Now Jason was apparently under a lot of stress from his job. Or at least that was what I figured. He was a contractor, and from what Mandy told me worked unbelievable hours. He had changed, he no longer had a since of humor and was uptight. Well I left back to my home in Florida, but still kept in touch with Mandy.
Over the next few business trips I saw Mandy a lot. Jason was never around and so I guess she latched on to me. One day around midnight she called me in my hotel. She seemed upset and so I went over. Jason and her had had a big fight so I acted like a shoulder for her to cry on.
She told me that Jason had stormed out and would probably be gone for hours. She discussed her problems and after about an hour she was leaning on my shoulder. Then she looked up at me and there was one of those awkward pauses. I got up and went into her kitchen to grab a beer. When I opened the fridge I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and she kissed me.
It was a passionate kiss. I held her while we kissed for more than a few minutes. Then I reached down and placed one hand behind each of her knees.
I lifted her up and laid her down on the table. By this time she was kissing up and down my neck. I pulled my tie off while she unbuttoned my shirt. I leaned forward again and started to kiss her. Her tongue began to probe my mouth, while my hands found there way to her blouse.