Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons is coincidental. A story about an adulterous encounter containing foreplay and oral consensual sex
I'm Harold. Any critique on this story will be very welcome at the address in my profile.
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Peter worked in an office complex that stood on a treed lot with a stream running through it. There were benches at various spots.
He had some documents to be faxed out. The receptionist Gwen was responsible for all the faxing. She was a married lady in her mid thirties. She had auburn hair that was shoulder length and had a shapely figure.
"Gwen would you fax these papers for me please." Peter said handing three sheets to Gwen.
"Certainly Mr Morris. I'll let you know when they have gone through." She replied.
"Thanks." Peter said with a smile.
After work Peter went out for a coffee before going home. He got a coffee and looked for an unoccupied table. They were all in use. However, Gwen was sitting at the table in the corner.
"May I join you Gwen?" Peter asked as he approached the table.
"Oh hello Mr Morris, certainly you may." Gwen replied, adding. "It's a busy place today."
"It certainly is". Peter replied adding. "You don't have to call me Mr Morris when you call my phone, or if we should meet, like now for instance. Please call me Peter". He sat down and said. "You come here often after work?"
"Maybe a couple of times a week, it varies. See my husband goes out of town occasionally. So I don't have to rush home. A relaxing coffee goes down real good."
"Your right, after work a cup of java hits the spot. So what does your hubby do?" Peter asked.
"He's a sales rep in pharmaceuticals and he is on a committee as well. So he is out of town three or four times a month on average." She replied.
"That's quite a lot of times. Pretty lonely for you I'd say."
"For sure. So what do you and your wife do? Go dancing or the movies. Do you have any kids,' Gwen asked.
"Me no I'm not married Gwen. I guess I never found the right someone. I go to the movies once in a while. But by yourself leaves something to be desired."
"That is very true. Something missing. What kind of movies do you like Peter?"
"Spy stories or a good mystery. Mind you a really steamy story can be interesting. He replied smiling at Gwen. He asked her. "And what movies do you enjoy?"
"A good mystery or a good romance story are both good for me. Hm well now,
A really hot steamy movie, I guess it would be interesting. That's a movie
If you are in a naughty mood." Gwen said with a chuckle.
"Kind of." Peter said, grinning. "So I guess you don't have a family
Gwen?"
"No, no kids, Bill doesn't want any kids. Not much he does want. We were
Married fifteen years ago. I'm not going to bore you with all that. So are you,
Interested in anything. Sports and hobbies." Gwen replied.
"No not to much really. I tried baseball way back. I found it boring. I do play at playing golf though. As for hobbies I tinker at electronics or just reading. I'm sorry to hear your not to happy marriage wise. Must make for long evenings."
"Indeed. I go out shopping some times, just to get out. Go out with a school friend occasionally. Not often though, she is married and has two kids."
"May I ask when your husband is home from his trip Gwen?"
"He should be home two days from now, but that can change." Gwen said as she looked at Peter across the table.
"Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" Peter asked her.
She looked around the shop and said "Peter we shouldn't. A poor marriage it is but I am still married and people talk. It's a very nice idea I just don't know."
"If you feel you would like to we could drive to Grayson for dinner. If you don't want I understand. We wouldn't be going home to left-over's or what ever."
Gwen wanted to go out with Peter she had felt an attraction to him at the office and his offer made her more excited that she dare let on. Gwen said. "Peter this is very naughty you know."
"I guess it is. Do you feel naughty?"
She was wriggling her feet around and touched Peters accidentally yet left her foot against his. She looked out of the window. Biting her lip. Her cheeks collared up a bit. Finally she said in a shaky voice. "Yes I guess I do feel naughty. All right so how going to get there my car or yours."
"Oh lets drive to the mall and you park where you want and I'll park close by and we'll drive in my car. Later I'll drop you at your car, ok." Peter said smiling and rubbing her foot gently.
They drove to the mall and Gwen parked off to the side. Peter parked a few cars away but closer to the entrance. Gwen walked over to Peter's car and got in. Sliding across the front seat. Peter drove away and out of town.
Gwen was wearing a white cotton blouse and a light brown pleated skirt. Her hands were in her lap. As she had sidled across the bench seat her skirt had ridden up her legs. Gwen had one hand scrunching up the bottom of her skirt; the other was lying on her thighs. Her hand lightly brushed Peters thigh as it slid down.
"Which would you prefer Gwen, Italian or Chinese?" Peter asked as he put his hand over hers.
Startled to feel his hand on hers Gwen replied. "Oh Italian please." She bit her lip a bit nervous at her excited feelings.
"Ok that sounds good to me, I hope that you like wine Gwen. Maybe red wine."
"Yes I like a glass of wine, as long as it's not too sharp." Gwen said spreading her fingers on the seat.
"Sounds like we have some tastes in common." Peter said quietly as he slipped his fingers between hers on the seat between them. Gwen was beginning to feel warm. There hands touching made her pulse race. She curled her toes up in her shoes and began rubbing her thighs together. Peter slowly entwined his fingers with Gwen's. She bit her bottom lip nervously but nervously excited. She slowly moved their hands against her thigh, gently rubbing them back and forth slowly.
"Would you care to go to a movie with me some evening. Tell you what, you pick when and where. What do you say?" Peter suggested giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
"You know Peter you are making this very hard for me. Lets see how the evening goes first ok."
"Ok." Peter said adding. "I like your taste in cloths. That's a nice blouse and the colour of your skirt highlights your hazel eyes. Its nice and soft to the touch as well." As he was speaking he was feeling her skirt with his fingertips.
"You are very perceptive Peter, thanks you." Gwen said in a soft nervous voice as she untwined her fingers from his and put hers over his. Slowly moving it sideways toward her.
"You are so warm Gwen, soft hands. What's not to like. Your hubby is a foolish person. You are a very attractive appealing woman." Peter whispered in a low tone. His hand softly rubbed a bit of Gwen's thigh.
"So you think me appealing and attractive, you naughty man. It makes me feel good about myself though, Gwen said and adding. "You have a very soft touch as well. It feels good for me. You make me feel naughty, a sensation I shouldn't be having. Well unless it's with Bill my husband I mean."
"These are feelings and sensations you should be having and enjoying, as you said. With Bill your husband. I may well be all wet but I don't think you are and that's bad." Peter said quietly.
"No you're not at all wet Peter. What you just said is so very true. Painfully so I'm afraid. Can I ask you a personal question? I know nothing about you. Peter how many women have you been with." Gwen asked as she squeezed his hand.
"That's ok. Me I have had two brief affairs. Two students when I was going to college. They were both very short affairs, the reason being. Both of the girls were into drugs and that's not my thing. They were very nice girls otherwise though." Peter replied adding. "Well here we are, dinner time."
Gwen linked arms with Peter as he got to the kerb saying. "You surprise me Peter a good looking young man and only two notches on your walking cane. For me that makes you more appealing that you already were."
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