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When Michael woke on Sunday morning, he put the coffee on and went outside to retrieve the paper. Soon the aroma of fresh coffee permeated the kitchen; he poured a cup and settled into his favorite chair to relax and read the paper.He found thoughts of Teegan sneaking into his mind. Normally after an encounter like last night, he rarely gave it much after action thought. It was what it was, he enjoyed it and then it was time to move on. Even with his semi-regular benefit friends, it was just about the sex, sport fucking. This felt different. Tee had left him with a feel of intimacy that he had not experienced with the others. It was slightly unnerving. He really meant what he told all the women, he was not looking for love and was definitely not looking to break up a marriage. He tried to push the thoughts away and concentrate on the paper, but she kept invading his head. This continued throughout the day. Living by himself meant that he not only had to work his forty to sixty hours a week, but he also had to keep up the house, inside and out. This did not leave him a great amount of leisure time, but he was happy to be kept busy. He was a bit of a neat freak, so the house was always fairly neat and clean. All day and all night, as he tried to watch a favorite DVD, thoughts of Teegan kept slipping into his brain. He recalled her reactions to his seduction of her, her deep lust during their most intense moments, her clearly ecstatic descent into sybaritism with him. She left just a lingering touch of ardent affection. The others never did this, they just reveled in their lusty liaison and their orgasms. Not that Teegan did not do this also, but she added that little bit more.He resolved to ignore the feelings. He had still not completely gotten over the loss of his beloved Claire.He arrived at his office at his usual 7:30am on Monday. As a product manager, he was responsible for a team that oversaw and directed product development through manufacture. It was a demanding and rewarding job that required his full attention. The company recognized him as one of their best. He was compensated commensurate with his abilities; he could and did lead a good life.At 10:13am his cell phone chirped. He looked, it was Teegan.“Hey Tee, how are ya this morning?”“Recovered from my encounter with you!” she said as she laughed.“I hope it was all gratifying and very satisfying.” Like I did not know, he thought.“More than you know, more than you know. I was just wondering if by any chance your office was in the downtown area?”“Yes it is. We are in the Marquis Two building.”“I can’t believe it! So am I! I am a para-legal for Brown and Bronson. What a coincidence.”“Yeah, it really is. We are on the twelfth floor, you?” “We are on the twentieth. Do you have time to talk?”“I have a few minutes, need to be in a meeting at 10:30.”“I am sort of going out on a limb here. I know what you said about not getting involved and everything, but I thought I would take a chance and see if you might be interested in lunch sometime. Just to sort of have an innocent meeting to talk, maybe get to know each other a bit, and chat about a possible future replay.” Through her brave front, he could hear the bit of hesitancy in her voice. Those Sunday thoughts ran through his head again. He could not help himself. “Sure. I am free today if you are. We could meet at Gibney’s Pub if you like. I know people there. It would seem just like another business lunch. We don’t want to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves.”“Would one be too late? It is a good time for me to get away and not have to rush back.”“One is fine. I will see you there. Now let me go get ready for this meeting. I am happy you called.” He disconnected and immediately wondered why he had agreed to lunch. It was against a policy he had stuck to since his loss. But then these feelings affected him, he had to play this out.Time flew by, as it usually did. When he looked at his watch, he knew he would have to hurry to be there on time, he never liked to be late, for anything.He walked in the restaurant; she was standing by the podium used by the hostesses. Bostancı Escort They both smiled, walking towards each other as they both started to move in for a kiss and then backing away, narrowly avoiding a foolish public display. A hostess he knew sat them in a corner table that was the most private in the restaurant. The packed lunch crowd was thinning so they had an empty table next to them.A waitresses was quickly there. They both just ordered water, saying they needed time to look at the menu. Then they both spoke at once, “I am so glad…”They both laughed. “You first please since you called me, and it is always ladies first, in all things,” Michael said with a sly smile on his face.“I don’t know where to start,” she said. “I’m nervous for some reason, almost like a girl on a first date.”“After Saturday night I don’t think you need to be nervous, but I do know what you mean. This is a bit different for me also.”They chit-chatted, talked about their jobs, ordered their food, talk a small bit about Saturday night. She told him about Brad and his job. He was an airframe and power plant mechanic supervisor for one of the major airlines. He worked at the airport which was about 20 miles from their house. There were two shifts, 7am-3pm and 3pm-11pm. They were in operation six days a week, he worked five of those. His work time and days varied by what he bid for and what he received.Michael explained more details about his job and Teegan did the same for hers. Lunch time was coming to an end.“Okay, since we need to leave soon, here I go out on another limb. Would you consider seeing me without Brad knowing or being present? I will give you reasons when we have more time, but I just want you to think about it.”“You’re right. I do need think about it, and I probably need to hear your reasons to make a sensible and wise decision. Lunch tomorrow?”“Sounds fine to me. Same time, same place?”“Works for me. I do have to admit it was nice seeing you and talking. This put me in a totally different mood and frame of mind…”“Same here,” she said, sporting a big smile.Michael got the tab and they left, walking back separately in case they met anyone they knew. This was not something either of them wanted to advertise.Later, when they were both back to their offices, they found it difficult to concentrate on their responsibilities. Various bits of the lunch conversation kept replaying in their minds. After work, Teegan went home, stripped naked, and engaged in an extended period of masturbation. Michael went to the gym and completed a very strenuous workout. Later at home, he thought about the pros and cons of what Teegan had proposed. Running all kinds of scenarios through his mind. They all distilled down to the fact that he really wanted to see her alone, but he did not want to be the cause of marital problems. Any decision would have to wait until he heard the reasons Teegan had promised him.She explained her situation at lunch the next day.“I met Brad a few months after I graduated from college. He was very charming, sexy, he swept me off my feet I guess are the trite words that describe what happened. We had differences in some areas, but we talked about them and agreed we just would not go there. We both had our particular thoughts and beliefs and respected those of the other person.”“I can see how that would work,” Michael said.“And it did work, for a number of years. We were happy, had a good sex life, enjoyed our friends, we generally led a good life. Then about… gee probably almost two years ago now. He started to become more demanding about me doing and thinking like him.”“What were or are the big issues?”“Well, we have pretty much opposite political beliefs. He cannot understand why I do not believe and support the party he does. And then there is religion. He always did go to church, not regularly, but at least once, sometimes twice a month. I don’t share his beliefs and it was never an issue. Now he keeps trying to get me to go and shames me for not being a ‘believer’. Now he goes every Sunday and gets mad if I Bostancı Escort Bayan won’t go with him, which I won’t.”“Wow. Those really are two big issues. I understand why you are having problems.”“I am sure they are a big part of the problems that have been building in our sex life. He went along with seeing you and doing what he did because, deep down I think he is what you said, either a budding cuck or wittol. I am not stupid. That will work for awhile, but he is not going to be happy long term. I am pretty resigned to a divorce, it is just a matter of when not if.”“You are probably right. I have been with couples where that is their life style, but they clearly were deeply in love with no marital issues. It is just the way they were. Your situation is much more than that.“So thanks Tee, for telling me all that, it really explains much. I would love to see you alone. I think my house would be best. I definitely do not want to be at yours. I would always be thinking he might come home, and I also do not want to do this in your bed. It is just the way I feel about you.”So they then began to talk about when. As luck would have it, Brad had to fill in for another supervisor on the 3pm to 11pm shift on Saturday. It was totally perfect. Michael would make them an early dinner, and then they would have hours together. He invited her to come to his house at 5pm Saturday; she readily accepted. They decided not to do another lunch until Friday. Neither of them wanted to give friends or fellow workers something to gossip about. They limited contact to the phone. Since Brad was working the day shift until Saturday, their contact was limited to fairly short calls while they were both at work. The anticipation was building in both of them.When they met for lunch on Friday, their first sentences were about how much they were looking forward to the next day. Michael teased her about her eye-catching nipples.“Your nips seem to be straining to be released. That bra is not doing much to hold them back. Bet they are a bit sensitive.””A bit! Every little movement creates a powerful tingle. If you could get your hands on them I would probably cum! This is only happening because of you and my anticipation of tomorrow. I should probably not be telling you this, but it is apparently crystal clear. This has been building all week. Obviously I am eager and aroused about tomorrow. It is going to be so nice to have more than a couple of hours together, private hours.”“I know,” said Michael. “I feel the same way. I have to admit that after last week my feelings about you were different than with previous women, but I meant what I said about not being a home wrecker.”“Please put all that out of your mind. I am not some starry-eyed teenager with a love crush thinking you are going to whisk me away somewhere, somehow. I think you know the sex is the best I have ever had, but I am not naive, thinking we are going to run off together or something. I just want something good in my life, and right now that is you, in spades, so to speak,” she said, laughing at her quip.“And, to be honest,” Michael said, “you are the best sex in my life since… well for quite awhile. You have become someone meaningful to me in a short time. So let’s enjoy our lunch and each other while I try to keep my hands off you. Think your skirt is going to have a wet spot on it when you get up?”“I know it won’t, mister smarty pants. That’s been taken care of. Ha!”They finished their lunch, trying to limit the suggestive talk for the sake of their already sizzling minds and bodies. Before walking back separately, they agreed to no contact until Friday night, unless it was some emergency.As they were parting he said, “I want to leave you with one word for Saturday. Any guesses?”“Not a clue. It must have something to do with sex is the best I can do.”“Anal.”“What! No. How could you—?”“Know?”“Yes! What makes you think that I would—?”“You don’t remember it, but you reacted very favorably to my finger going in there last Saturday. Tomorrow it will be more than my finger.”“Oh my god, Escort Bostancı you are going to leave me with that? You really want me to be a totally sex-crazed woman when I get there don’t you? Meanie! Meanie, meanie, meanie!” she somewhat shouted as she hit him on the shoulder. “Now I have twenty four hours to think about that. Damn you! You are just what I said, a devil in disguise, and I wallow in my desire for you every day.”She turned and walked away. Smiling inwardly, he stared at her perfect ass surrounded by the tight, straight skirt she wore and her defined legs supported by her black pumps. After waiting a couple minutes, he headed back to his office.The time until 5pm Saturday passed slowly for both of them. He thought about her and his feelings for her. She was different. This felt unlike his other sport fucking friends. In a very short time she had left an unexpected imprint on his psyche.Much the same had happened to her, although the ongoing tensions with Brad had probably not helped her to stay emotionally detached. In their one sexual encounter and subsequent calls and lunches, she felt more enchanted and fulfilled by Michael than she had with Brad, even when they first met. Not to mention that one word he planted had never fully left her mind.Neither of them knew where this would go. They both independently resolved not to get too captivated or zealous about the other. Michael had made clear his policy not to interfere with marriages, and she felt a moral obligation to Brad. But sometimes in life things ebbed and flowed, they were more fluid than you expected or even desired.After Claire died, Michael consumed himself with work and home. He always liked to cook, so he took lessons. He became more private than he had been before. He had never invited a woman to his house since Claire. Teegan would be the first. He was both worried and happy about his decision. He was finally moving on but was that good or bad? He would soon know. So many thoughts ran through his mind.Tee forced herself to act normally around Brad, even though she was constantly thinking of Michael. She wondered what would this be like, being alone with him for a number of hours? How should she dress? Should she bring wine or something? There was not hint of the dinner menu. Did he even share a scintilla of the feelings she had for him? He seemed to, but he never made it really definite. So many thoughts ran through her mind.The time had arrived. Michael’s biggest worry was dinner. He settled on a shrimp cocktail appetizer, with seared scallops over rice pilaf and a side Caesar salad for dinner. He bought several bottles of a fine French Montrachet to accompany it. Tee’s biggest worry was what to wear and how she would look. She did not want the neighbors to see her going out in a sexy party-type outfit, so she settled on the tightest pair of jeans she owned with no panties, hoping that a noticeable wet spot would form. Then an appealing, but not provocative, spaghetti strap cami top. No bra so he could see her motivation. Favorite open toe pumps finished her look.She left at 4:10pm, intending to be early and just wait in the area so she could ring the bell at exactly 5pm. That is exactly what happened.He promptly opened the door. “My, my, don’t you just look like the most desirable woman I have ever seen! Come in, come in,” he said, holding out his hand for her.“Welcome to my home.”“It is beautiful and so well decorated. Not the sort of stereotypical man-cave type house that some people think about when they think of single men.”“Thank you. You are the first woman I have had over since… ““Since what?”“Ah… I’ll tell you later. Now turn around for me. Let me take in the full picture.”She did a slow turn, ending with, “You like?”“Very much! You have the most perfect ass. It has stayed in my mind since I first saw it and those pointed morsels just seem to cry out for attention.”She looked down at her prominent nipples, coyly saying, “Oh, you mean these little things?”“Yes,” he replied as he rapidly grabbed them and pulled her to him.“Oh!” was all she got out before their mouths met in a passionate kiss. When he finally released her and invited her to the couch, she felt nervously excited and her heat rising. She sat as he went to get their wine, the appetizers were already on the coffee table in front of her. The sting and tingle of his grip was just starting to fade from her nipples.
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