Sophie got ready for her last day. She knew there would be drinks after work, a present from her colleagues, and lots of promises to keep in touch. How many of those promises would be kept? she wondered.
She drove her blue Corsa out of the driveway at the front of her apartment block and turned left toward the town.
Her coworkers, especially the young ones, thought of her as a straitlaced spinster who was married to the job. She had even found out that they called her “Miss Starchy Knickers” behind her back.
If only they knew the things she had got up to with Greg!
At first, she had no idea he was married. She had met him at a party and he had told her that he was divorced with two children who lived with him. This explained why he had to return home most nights, and why she didn’t get invited to his house.
Sophie, to her shame, had accepted this without argument, and therefore they spent most of their dates ending up at her apartment until he had to rush off in time for the “babysitter.”
During the summer he told her that his ex-wife took the children to her villa in the Algarve, and he had his house repainted. For two months they were inseparable, often going on vacation. When home, Greg stayed with her. Sophie later discovered that his wife and children holidayed at their villa whilst Greg pleaded pressure of work, which kept him in this country.
She took most of her annual leave to be with him as much as possible during this time, incurring the wrath of her sister Molly and her nephew and niece, because this meant spending only a couple of days over Christmas with them. She would do anything for Greg.
Sophie remained blind to the truth for over two years. She often wondered if the clues had been there all the time, but that in her haze of love and lust she had ignored them.
However, one day, a friend of hers from school, Betty Myers, had kindly informed her that Greg was indeed still very much married and living with his wife and teenage children in Swanson Villas.
Sophie had refused to believe her at first. She protested that Betty must be mistaken, that he saw his ex occasionally to sort out arrangements with the kids.
Betty explained that she knew Greg’s wife well, she worked with her in fact, and that she was very much in love with her husband Greg, but worried that he might be having an affair.
Sophie actually drove to his house, after borrowing a friend’s car to remain anonymous, and spied on him and his family.
She was devastated to see them laughing and hugging together, off on a family outing. Greg and his dark-haired wife looked like a very happily married couple as they kissed and cuddled one another. She could not see his wife’s face as she had her back to Sophie, but she could see Greg kissing her passionately.
She cried with rage and heartbreak, all sorts of angry thoughts running through her brain. How she controlled herself was a mystery to her, but she returned home, weeping.
Sophie was stunned. She confronted Greg, who eventually confessed and came out with all the usual “married men” excuses.
He and his wife were unsuited. They were only together for the sake of the children. They never slept together, et cetera, et cetera.
Sophie ended their relationship. Greg bombarded her with flowers, presents, phone calls. He turned up at her apartment, begging her to take him back.
They would end up in bed, enjoying the most frenzied lovemaking. Then Sophie would feel guilty and end it again.
It took her a year to finally finish with him. When he refused to leave his wife as it was a “crucial time in his children’s education,” Sophie joined a dating site and went out with other men, letting Greg know and leaving him in a state of acute jealousy.
Finally, he accepted their breakup and Sophie stopped going out with the men from the dating site.
They kissed some more.
Sophie felt her pussy throb. It was calling for him, for his cock, for fulfilment. She tried to push her fears to the back of her mind. Perhaps she wouldn’t repel him.
He undid her bra and held her heavy breasts in his hands, gazing at them as if they were treasures he had just discovered. “My God you have beautiful breasts,” he said, fondling them and caressing her nipples. Her excitement grew as the nipples stood erect, rosy pink and pushing away from her large aureoles. He took one in his mouth and gently sucked, a mere soft puckering of his lips as his tongue circled the nipple. Then he did the same to the other one, tantalising her.
He held back his urge to devour, to consume, and to plunge with powerful passion. Instead, he played it carefully, caressing sensuously, wooing her body into submission.
Sophie could not believe the tide of desire which swept over her. She felt it building up gradually, slowly and reassuringly. She had been used to lovers who demanded immediate and powerful release. She had never met anyone who was as considerate and thoughtful as Mike in his lovemaking. This is what she needed. This is what made her feel truly wanted and desired.
He moved his hand to her panties, and he could feel her shiver in anticipation.
He allowed one finger to creep beneath the elastic and touch her pubic hairs. They sprung in tiny curls against his touch. He felt them softly with his finger, moving it around the band of the panties. He didn’t let his hand probe any further, but continued to tantalise her until she was ready to scream with frustration.
Sophie moved her own hand down to his boxers and slid it inside, taking his cock in her hand. She freed it from its constraints and tried to guide it toward her body, but Mike refused to move.
He continued to touch the edge of her pussy. He kissed her belly, licked her navel, and ran his tongue down toward her panties.
“You are so, so, beautiful,” he muttered. “I want to enjoy every part of you.”
Sophie’s reticence and fears had dissolved. All she could think about was fucking him. She felt young and alive.
I am young, I am sexy, I am desirable, she decided.
Finally he removed her panties and allowed his hand to find her entrance.
Mike was pleased to feel her wetness as he inserted a finger inside her cunt and made circular movements against the walls whilst his thumb caressed her clitoris.
Sophie arched her back. “Mike, Mike, please put that beautiful, hard cock inside me,” she pleaded.
He smiled. “You’re sure you want it now?” he asked.
“Yes, oh yes!” she cried.
“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you, Mike,” she cried.
He continued caressing her pussy whilst trying to find the packet of condoms with his other hand. He had placed them on the bedside table when he removed his jeans.
He found them and used his teeth to take off the covering, quickly pulling one on to his erect cock.
Mike turned all his attention back to Sophie.
He continued rubbing her pussy and moved his lips back to hers, kissing her passionately. He manoeuvred his body until he was astride her, and she took hold of his cock and guided it into her soft, warm, welcoming wetness.
They continued kissing. Mike lavished kisses over her neck, licked the delicious sweat from her clavicle, and probed her mouth with his tongue as he began to move slowly inside her.
Sophie pushed her pussy up toward his groin so that their pubic hairs met as if extensions of each other. As he plunged inside her harder and faster, she moved her hips rhythmically, which enhanced his desire and made it difficult for him to hold back his release.
Sophie started to gently caress his balls, her forefinger finding the crevice between them and stroking it in time to his movements.