The door stood before her a half inch open.
Ellen's hand gave the door a slight push. It muttered a creaking sound like something out of the soundtrack of a creepy horror movie till it came to rest at the other end. She took a first tentative step, and then another into the bedroom. The bed was king-sized and it lay before her ready and inviting. To her right was an open window; there was another situated behind the bed, looking directly out to the street on which the apartment building stood. She remained rooted to where she was in the room with one hand holding onto her handbag. There came the sound of footsteps approaching her from behind. Her heart drummed a frantic beat in her chest. She didn't dare herself to turn around to see who it could be. Already she knew who it was—this was his apartment after all, and this was his bedroom that she was standing in. She ought not to be here, but she told herself it was for all the right reasons ... nothing but the right reasons.
She felt his breath hit the back of her dress, ruffling the back of her lengthy sandy-blonde hair a second or two before she felt a pair of hands grasping her arms. Still she remained standing where she was, even as a pair of lips inched towards her face and kissed the lobe of her left ear. She muttered a sigh from it.
"I'm so glad you came," a man's baritone voice said behind her, and then one of his hands slid under her arm and grasped her breast behind her blouse. "I'm glad you decided to see things my way."
He kissed her ear lobe once again, sliding his tongue between the curls of her outer ear. Her eyes drew half shut and a slight moan escaped from her lips. She couldn't help it this time as she inclined her face towards his lips, allowing his hands to spurn her around to face him. Her hands seemed to have a life of their own as they lifted themselves up to touch the man's naked chest. She rubbed her hands against the hairs of his black skin. Black like a chocolate candy bar with hers white as vanilla ice cream.
She felt his hands slid down her back to grasp her buttocks from behind her short skirt. She felt her ass cheeks tingle from his touch. The skirt was light-grey in colour, and it stopped two inches above her knee. Her husband, Tim, always liked her wearing it. Though she seldom indulged him in such, never thinking it as proper a mode of dressing. Today she had worn it for a stranger. Well, not actually a stranger, but her boss, and his large black hands were right now feeling up her pantyhose. Soon it will stop to discover that she wasn't wearing anything else underneath.
Here she was, being seduced by a black man who as well was her boss ... and the truth of the matter was that her husband barely knew of what she was doing. God forbid if anyone should known of what she was doing. Before coming here she'd told herself it was for the money, for the job promotion she was to be getting ... but now as she thought about it, was that really the right reason?
How had things gotten this far? Her mind went back to Friday morning, two days ago, when that damn alarm clock had rung ...
* * * *
Two Days Ago...
Ellen came groggily awake from the sound of the bedside alarm going off. Tim lay beside her snoring away, impervious to the clock's ringing bells. She had to stretch over across his body to slam down her palm on the clock's bell tumblers, killing off the alarm, before dropping back to her side of the bed with a sigh. It was then that Tim rolled on his shoulder and wrapped a hand across her belly to snuggle against her.
"You awake, hon?" he muttered into her ear with a sleep-coated voice.
"We need to get ourselves a better alarm clock," she said. "I can't stand the infernal racket of this one any longer."
His hand felt up her body over her night dress. His hand went up the low hill that was her breasts and then came to the erect summit that was her nipple. Ellen's nipples were so sensitive and even now they both stood to attention like jutting arrows to her husband's touch. Her legs rubbed against her husband's hairy thigh. He could feel the presence of her lingerie stockings that covered her slim legs. In the thirteen years they'd been married, seldom a night went by that Ellen never came into bed wearing a pair of lingerie stockings. Tim too couldn't stop being amazed at just how sexy they made her look ... and yet he was afraid of telling her this, preferring instead to keep it a secret to himself.
He pulled her over towards him and they shared a deep passionate kiss while their hands groped against each other. She reached a hand down his shorts and felt his erection against her fingers.
"Let's leave it for later," she muttered between kisses. "I've got to get up."
"Why?"
"You know why. I've got to take the kids to school and then be off for work. It's getting late by the minute."
"So do I, but you don't see me complaining," Tim mumbled, still kissing her.
"You've got stuff to do, too."
"Can't remember."
"Aren't you meant to be in Denver today? You're going to miss your flight if you keep like this."
At that moment there came a trio successive of banging noise on their bedroom door followed by children's voices screaming to be let in. husband and wife sighed almost simultaneously.
"As if I knew this was going to happen," laughed Tim as he and his wife then got out of bed and went to address the issue of their kids.
An hour later Ellen was all dressed up, making sure the kids finished their breakfast and sipping a cup of coffee with their father who was now dressed in a business suit. His briefcase sat on his chair by the table in the kitchen, and he quickly drained his coffee and then planted a kiss on either of his four kids' cheek, saving one for his wife, before hurrying for the front door, on his way to the airport. He'd told her he would most likely be there till Monday.
Ellen hurried the kids to be done with their breakfast before having them jump into the SUV that was waiting parked in the driveway. It was a sunny summer morning with the sky devoid of thick clouds to hide the sun. Ellen stopped to wave and yell out 'good morning' to several other of her neighbours, all of whom too were just about pulling out of their driveways enroute to wherever. Nearly a half hour later she dropped the kids off at their individual schools before hurrying off to hers—McGrath Elementary, where she'd been working going on four years now.
She was about sliding her SUV van into a parking space in front of the school compound when she recognised the figure who was at that moment stepping out from a light brown Honda Civic. It was Gerald Lamas, the school's chief super, and also her boss. He wore a white short-sleeved shirt with brown stripes on it tucked into a pair of khaki pants. Gerald was in his late thirties and if you weren't close enough to know that, you would have sworn he was much younger than that. He was over six feet, had a thick body frame with a pair of large sturdy hands that when viewed up-close you'd think they could uproot a tree without fuss.
Ellen turned off her car engine and got out and wasn't surprised to find that he was standing by her door waiting for her, with a twinkling smile on his lips while his eyes gave her a going-over like a pair of helicopter search lights.
"Good morning, Ellen," he said to her, closing her door for her and then shaking her hand. Ellen watched as his hand evidently swallowed up hers. "Nice to see you're looking ever lovely as always. Your man sure is taking care of you good."
