Hello, David,” she cooed, “so good to see you!”
Her voice was more melodic than usual. Seductive, maybe? David continued to smile while his mind wondered what the fuck was going on. She took slow, deliberate steps in his direction, and lifted a delicate hand to her waist. In one fluid motion, she tugged on her belt and the coat fell open, revealing her curvy, petite form, dressed in a skimpy French maid costume.
David’s jaw dropped. Her body was even sexier than he had imagined. The outfit lifted her already perky breasts, and the skirt just barely covered her pussy. She’s married. She’s married. She’s married.
“What do you think, David?” she purred, running a hand over her breasts.
Her question yanked him from his stunned state. “I think you need to button up that coat,” he said, reaching out and pulling the sides together to cover her.
“It’s okay,” she interrupted, as she tried to pull his hand away from the coat.
“Uh, I beg to differ.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
“And that’s precisely why you need to keep that coat closed,” David protested. He attempted to tie the belt despite Dana’s resistance.
“You wanna know a secret?” she asked, moving in a little closer to him. “I watch you, too. I notice the way you shift in your office chair to hide the hard-on you get from watching me scrub the floors. And your adorable smile makes me swoon every time.” She reached up and caressed his cheek.
David stepped back and rubbed his forehead. “You’re a very attractive woman, Dana, but you’re also very married.”
“About that…” she said, looping her arms around his neck. “My divorce was finalized last week.” David was shocked by the news. “Zeb and I have been separated for close to two years.”
“I’m sorry; I had no idea! I wondered why you were sad the last time you were here…”
She shrugged. “More sentimental than sad,” she confessed. “And if I’m being totally honest, I was also a bit frustrated with myself for not throwing the linen closet door open and giving you a proper blowjob.” She giggled awkwardly.
David pulled her into him, loving the feel of her in his arms. “I would have loved nothing more,” he said as he kissed the top of her head. “But for all I knew, you were married. What happened was bad enough.”
“I haven’t fucked a guy in two long years. Truth be told, I’ve been waiting for this day for some time now.”
This development was almost too good to be true, David thought as he tried to process Dana’s news. He desperately wanted to be the guy to break her “dry spell”. In light of her new single status, it was tempting to pull off her trench coat and undress her slowly, seductively, planting kisses along the way. They were attracted to one another after all, but he didn’t want to rush her.
She snuggled into him and looked up with sadness in her eyes. “I should have told you I was separated last time. I’m sorry…I just…”
“Shh, it’s okay.” He rubbed her back to sooth her. Whenever David fantasized about hooking up with Dana, he always envisioned a more carnal, frenetic encounter. This was more grounded in emotions, and he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that.
Before he could come up with something else to say, Dana stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. They paused, locked eyes, then suddenly it was like someone had set a match to lighter fluid. Dana shrugged out of her coat, leaving it in a pool on the floor as their tongues danced and explored. She tugged at the hem of David’s t-shirt and pulled it over his head, and he nibbled on her lower lip as she ran her hands up his chest. They were breathless and hungry for one another. He slid one strap of the costume off her shoulder, freeing a beautiful, full breast. David drew circles around the nipple with his tongue before taking it in his mouth. Dana threw her head back with a moan.