An affair to remember_(2)

My company is sending me to Dallas to train a new girl in the office.

I am an administrative assistant and have been with my company for

14 years and occasionally, when a new girl is hired elsewhere in the

country, I am sent to teach her “the ropes”. This is only my third trip

out of town in the last two years.



I have been married to Bill for 16 years and have been completely

faithful to him. He is a loving husband and is very good to me. I know

he has had a few affairs, but it doesn’t bother me too much since he is

so good in all other ways.



Our sex life is pretty good, although after 16 years, it has lost

some of the spark that it had in the beginning. Bill sees to it that I have

an orgasm most of the time. (Sometimes I have to fake it.) His main

problem is that he usually gets through too early. He will usually get

me off with his finger or mouth.



I am a little apprehensive about flying since I do it so rarely. I am

nervous as I take my seat on the plane. I sit next to the window so that

I can see the scenery go by during the flight. A nice looking man takes

the isle seat next to me. He looks about 40 with greying temples, very

distinguished. He is wearing a business suit and puts his brief case in

the rack above our seat.



After takeoff, he begins small talk and I enjoy talking with him.

His name is Jim. The time passes fast. We discuss our jobs, families,

and hobbies. I notice him looking at my legs and breasts. I also notice

that my blouse has gaped open and he can see right down to my bra

and the tops of my breasts. I can feel myself blush and hope he

doesn’t notice. I discretely shift my position so that my blouse closes.

I glance at his lap. There is a slight bulge at his crotch. He asks where

I am staying in Dallas.



“Holiday Inn.” “The one just south of the airport?” “Yes.”



“So am I. Want to have dinner tonight?” “I am a happily

married woman.” “It’s just dinner at the hotel.”



“Ok, remember, its just dinner. No more.” “Ok, meet me in the

lobby at 7:30.” “Ok”



When I check into the hotel, I go to my room and lay on the bed

and relax a few minutes before I have to get ready for dinner. In the

shower I pay special attention to my breasts and wash them very

carefully and tenderly, thinking back to this afternoon and thinking of

Jim looking at them. I am wondering if he would like to be here

washing them for me. I massage them and squeeze them. My soapy

right hand moves down to my pussy and begins to wash there as I

think about Jim and fantasizing about him in the shower with me.



“Settle down, girl, you’re a married woman and thoughts like this

can get you into trouble”, I thought to myself.



I finish my shower and dry off. I step out of the bathroom. There

is a full length mirror on the closet door and I stop to look at myself. I

don’t look too bad for a 36 year old woman. My breasts sag very little

and I still have a small waist and my legs don’t look bad either. My

short brown hair looks good tonight also. I think I look good tonight. I

feel good about myself.



As I carefully put on my makeup, looking at myself in the mirror, I

began to feel very sexy. I am looking forward to having a good time

tonight. It has been 16 years since I have had a “date”. I decided to

dress sexy. Although there would be no sex tonight, it has been a long

time since I tried to turn a man on and I was going to try it tonight.



I put on a skirt and blouse. The skirt is charcoal mid-calf length

and the blouse is white silk. I sit on the bed with pantyhose in my hand

about to put them on decided not to wear them tonight. As I look at

myself in the mirror again, I give myself the final inspection, I can

barely see my bra through the thin blouse. A thought struck me! Why

not! I take off the blouse and bra and put the blouse back on. Back to

the mirror. My nipples showed just a little. Bill had tried to get me to

go braless several times during our marriage, and I did a few times, but

never with a blouse this thin. The times I did go braless, I felt very

uncomfortable. Tonight is different. I am in a strange city and will see

no one I knew. I leave the top two buttons unfastened. This is not like

me at all, but it is exciting.



I meet Jim in the lobby at 7:30. As I walk toward him, I can feel

my braless breasts bounce underneath my shear blouse with each

step I take. I can tell that he notices. He is wearing a dark suit, white

shirt, and red tie. He looks like the vice-president he is.



We have a glass of wine before dinner and another during and

another after. I usually don’t drink more than two and am feeling a little

tipsy. Jim can’t keep his eyes off my breasts. It makes me feel very

desirable.



“They have a live band in the bar here at the hotel. Would you

like to go in for a drink?”



“No, I have to get up early and I have had more drinks than I need

already.”, I answer.



“Just one drink and a dance or two.”



“Ok, just one drink, then I must go to bed.”



We leave the dining room and go to the bar and find a table in the

back of the room. The band is playing oldies. We order more wine and

Jim takes my hand and holds it. I feel like a teenage girl on my first

date. I am having fun. It is very romantic. The band begins to play a

slow song and Jim asks me to dance.



When we get to the dance floor, Jim takes me in his arms and

holds me close to him.