The Other Woman.

Last Friday morning I woke up with the anticipation of a 13 year old geek about to meet his mysterious european pen pal behind the delicate cursive handwriting he's been lusting over for the past 3 months.

After dropping off the wife and the just recently-kicking unborn at her office, I headed off to my own. The next 2 hours at work seemed like watching Squawk Box on mute. Action was happening all around, but my senses were on overdrive only underneath my quiet exterior. My mind was somewhere else. I had that blank yet suspiciously smirked face of a pimply 15 year old with a porn tape in his backpack and parents that were going out to dinner that night.

She was waiting for me. And I know she was ready. Her manager called me to say so.

But I had to plan it discreetly. So no one would be the wiser. But I needed a means to get there. People were sure to notice my absence if the CRV wasn't parked in its bay.

Finally I hitched a ride with the brother, after much negotiation. We travelled North-West, where I was told to pick her up.
Once dropped off at the door, I could barely bring myself to push through the glass doors. I didn't know how I'd react upon meeting her for the first time. I knew what she looked like, sure, from all the pictures of her I've been lusting for so long. But to actually meet face to face for the first time?

Her manager greeted me as soon as I walked in, and without further hesitation, brought me to the usually-off-limits room at the back. She was still getting ready, and I could watch from the other room. I did, and the turn-on was extremely overpowering that I decided to come back later...when she was ready for me.

I got a lift to a hotel nearby, to calm my senses. With an order of gyoza and a nicoise salad, I weighed the enormity of what I had set out to do. It seems so wrong. But not everyone is as lucky. It was the perfect crime that had not happened yet. To have complete happiness at home, and yet indulge myself in another seduction.

After an hour, I realised it was time. Back through the glass doors, North-West. Manager greets. But this time, she was ready. And waiting at the lobby.

Gorgeous.

Her eyes, as bright in the day as they would undoubtedly be in the darkest of nights. Her lips, framing her perfect face.
The curves.

Ohmygod.

Curves that accentuated her shoulder line so perfectly.

And to top it all off, the manager reminds me, in a whisper, that she can walk like a lady, and be ridden like a freak, if I knew the right buttons to press.

Ladies, and gentlemen, it was time to take my new Audi A4 B8 1.8 TFSI home.

Welcome home, Au-Au.