CHAPTER 1
Nicola Cox knew what women mean when they talked about someone 'having an affair' but had never contemplated committing adultery. Um not really.
Occasionally seeing a guy smile at her in a certain way or seeing a guy's butt tighten under his pants when he lifted something had sent her thoughts into improper fancy, but that's all. The only guy she'd unzipped since her wedding was her husband Mick. Dreary Mick... oh for heaven's sake, where had that tag come from to contaminate her mind like that?
The 41-year old fading blonde beauty whose looks were going and her hair now required very regular highlighting, grabbed her leather handbag that contained the accountants of the Bainbridge Hiking Club and went to Chloe's Café for a working lunch with the society's president, Dave Reed, a rather handsome divorcee.
According to gossip Dave allegedly had had sexual relations with seven club members all aged less than thirty. No one apparently had seen him in action, apart from the recipient of course, so it was unclear how accurate the allegations were. Well Nicola had seen more than one new female member hanging in close to Dave but to her orderly and analytical mind that meant nothing beyond, um, hopefulness.
She blushed when thinking why couldn't Dave take on an older woman like someone of say forty-one? Perhaps he did although she knew for sure it hadn't her.
As usual Dave stood when she arrived and went to kiss Nicola on the cheek but she turned her cheek at the last moment and they lip kissed.
His eye shot open.
Nicola felt empowered and was delighted how easily it had been. Within the hour in all probability she'd be riding his cock.
Yes in all probability. The reality was they parted outside the café, Dave giving her a funny look. She knew what that was about. She'd almost sat on his knee rather than maintaining the usual 'safe' gap between them and during the examination of the accounts she'd adjusted her bra straps twice, something she never did except in private. And once when she noticed Dave glance at the breast looming beside him she'd stroked it, just a quick brush, and for a moment was dismayed he to moved away slightly. In confusion she thoughts her breasts were okay to look at weren't they?
Walking back to her office Nicola wondered what the hell had she been doing. She had no intention of laying the guy. Um she didn't? Suddenly she didn't know what to think and knew in her usually orderly mind the reason for this was she hadn't been working to a plan. Although Dave was forty-five he probably thought at her age she no longer had sex. Men thought like that, didn't they?
She decided she'd call Dave and invite him to have sex with her. But when she entered her office where she operated as a sole practice as a public accountant, both of her assistants required her advice and the receptionist was waving urgent messages.
Almost an hour later Nicola's phone went.
"Hi it's Dave."
Nicola's heart almost fell out of her chest.
Oh god, he'd be chasing her for sex. She wouldn't know what to say. She had to say something. "Oh thanks for lunch."
"You thanked me inside the café and out on the sidewalk?"
"Oh did I?"
He ignored that and said he'd found her behavior that day a little unusual, in fact quite scary.
Oh for goodness sake, what was scary about her body? Her breasts had no more than usual sag and her pussy looked, as far as she could tell, almost cute. She shaved it regularly and her upper thighs remained firm.
"Have I shocked you Nicola? Am I off course? I thought you might have been emotionally disturbed or something."
Blood was racing through her, stiffening her breasts and engorging her pussy lips.
"Nicola please say something."
"I want sex Dave."
There she'd said it and now would follow the rejection.
But Dave was okay. He said he was hoping he'd not misinterpreted the situation. "I often think of shafting you Nicola."
"What with a hand on your dick?"
God was that her talking?
She heard him laugh and say, "No but I will from now on in the understanding you'd not find that offensive but you must understand I find this scary because your husband is a police sergeant. I have no desire to have a .45 slug fired up my ass or whatever the police brutality squad do under orders."
"You're being unduly pessimistic Dave. We would be too smart to be caught, wouldn't we?"
"Enough of that Nicola. We are on the phone. Let's have lunch at Julie's Place tomorrow"
"That boring café? Virtually only old people eat there."
"Yes and it's the sort of place cops and their informants wouldn't eat at, isn't it?"
Nicola's breath caught and she thought he really did have a sharp mind as well. As well as what she didn't think past that. "Brilliant Dave. One-fifteen tomorrow would be fine."
Mick came home that evening smelling of a woman's perfume and that was not at all unusual. He said it was because he was in close contact as the arresting officer. He said later he was too tired for sex and that really made Nicola think. She felt like asking to see his genitals. If his scrotum had a deflated look that would tell her something. But she thought she didn't want her suspicion confirmed because what then?
Dave was already at the restaurant and stood when she entered. They kissed and as she sat she asked could she feel his dick.
"Christ Nicola, slow down. You're approaching this like a bull at a gate. Aren't you experienced in having affairs?"
"No but I am experienced at sex?"
"I should think you should be at your age."
"Just how old do you think I am?"
"Dave looked set to rattle of his estimate but hesitated, grinned and said thirty-six.
She grinned and patted his hand and told him he was sweet.
The waitress handed them a menu and took their drinks order. As they were studying the list of lunch options Dave appeared to be fidgeting but then she heard the familiar sound of a zip, although not the familiar sound of Dave's zip, and her toes curled.
Oh god.
He whispered from behind his menu, "You can feel it right now. Be hugely discreet and don't look as if you're stealing your mother's jewelry."
Nicola felt under the table and truly though for a moment she had him by the wrist but then saw both of his hands were holding the menu.
Oh god.
She only meant to touch it but it was warm in her hand so she gave it a tug and then two more because Dave wheezed that was enough.
"God you know how to get to a guy's heart baby," he said breathlessly.
"Will you be able to get all that into me Dave?"
"I'm sure I will because you are experienced. Tell me about your cunt?"
