Our Secret Affair

The New Girl

I had only worked there for a few months. I was comfortable being single. I wasn’t looking for anyone to date. I wasn’t even looking for a fling or a friends-with-benefits arrangement. I definitely wasn’t looking for a secret affair, but I also didn’t expect to meet someone like you.

There was something about the way you looked at me in the break room. The way you lingered when I got my coffee. You didn’t always eat your lunch in the shared break space, did you? You started hanging out in the shared spaces right after I started. And then I noticed you would start chatting with me. We talked about music, books, and articles we had read recently. Then I saw your ring. I wasn’t used to looking for wedding rings.

A Married Guy

The guys I date aren’t usually at risk of being married. I decided to ask about your wife. Or hell, maybe it’s your husband. You told me you had been married to her for 5 years. And you said everything was going fine. But I heard a sad lilt in your voice, like it wasn’t true. I had already thought you were flirting with me, and I was trying to push away the idea that you were flirting with me while you were married. But something inside of me told me that my instincts were right. Are you looking for a secret affair?

I didn’t think much of it when someone in the office suggested getting drinks after work one night. It seemed like a normal after-work happy hour get-together. Then I realized that you were coming. Uh oh. But I wasn’t nervous because I thought you would do something I wouldn’t like. I was nervous because it might be the start of our secret affair. If you looked at me a certain way, I knew that I would like it. If you made a move or touched me, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist you.

The Ride Home: The Start of a Secret Affair

Sure enough, that’s exactly what happened. I was two drinks in. That’s my limit when I go out anyway. I carpool to work or take the bus, so I was just planning on calling an Uber. But of course, you sauntered up to me while I was opening up the app to order the car. You just had to ask how I was getting home. Why didn’t I lie to you? Of course, I knew what would happen. I knew this was the start of a secret affair.

We slipped out of the bar together discreetly. I don’t think anyone noticed that we were leaving together. You walked me to a modest-sized luxury car. You don’t seem to be overcompensating for anything, do you? That’s a good first sign. You open my door for me, a little too gentlemanly for her current status as a coworker. But is that all about to change?

Do I Want A Secret Affair?

I wasn’t looking for anything like this. I’m not meant to be the other woman. I’m not a homewrecker. I’m just here to come into the office, do my job, be polite, and go home. But you, and your smile, and your smooth voice. What am I supposed to do? When you pass me in the hallway and give me those little glances, I can feel you looking underneath my clothes. When you call me and ask me little questions that I know you could answer yourself about spreadsheets and budgets, I know that you’re calling just to chat with me. It’s so obvious.

You asked me for my address. I tell you I live about 20 minutes away, which is true. I also tell you that I have a roommate, which is not true. I might be attracted to you, and I might be having fantasies about taking you into my apartment and riding you until dawn like some kind of modern cowgirl, but I won’t let myself do that. I’m not here to get into any trouble. I’m not here to cause trouble. If we’re going to have a secret affair, we should do it the right way. If there is a “right way.”

Your Hands

You pulled up outside my building, and I didn’t get out right away. I knew what I was doing. You said you would see me on Monday, and I said the same. I faced you, and I thought maybe we would hug. Then, you did it. You made the first move. You gently placed your hand on my knee. Your eyes peered into mine, and before I knew it, your lips were on my lips. I could feel your hands exploring the rest of my body. They were eager but not desperate.

I felt your fingers graze the outside of my panties as you reached under my skirt. I wonder if you could already feel how soaked they were from feeling your eyes on me all night long. Your tongue in my mouth tasted sweet and a little bitter from the drinks you had had that night. Bourbon. A Manhattan? So sophisticated. I smelled your cologne as you buried your face in my neck. The soft scent of your shampoo wafted into my face as my fingers raked through your thick hair. I grabbed onto your hair, maybe a little too roughly, and pulled you back to kiss you again. I felt your fingers dig into my ass. Maybe you should be a good boy and sleep in step-mommy’s bed

Until Next Time

Before we could go too far, I said I had to go to bed. “I have to be up early,” I said. “I’d see you on Monday.” And I don’t doubt that I’ll see a lot more of you after that, since this is clearly the start of our secret affair.

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