Kameron Black sat at his desk in his office. He loved his job partly because he liked getting away from his wife, and partly because he loved teaching children the art of singing and acting. He checked his watch and rubbed the skin between his eyebrows. It was five o'clock and almost time for him to go home and deal with his overbearing, bitchy wife. He had made the decision a few days ago to finally break down and tell her he wanted out. He turned his desk chair around to face his computer to shut it down when he heard someone enter the large choral room. He turned back around and saw Lindsay.
"Well, well, well, I see some things never change!" Lindsay said from where she stood in the door frame. Kameron laughed and stood up walking slowly over to where she stood. He opened his arms and drew her close to him for an embrace. He rubbed her back slightly and pulled away.
"Come in!" He gestured toward a large white arm chair sitting next to his desk. Her body started shaking lightly like she was cold; he always had that effect on her. She looked over his face, and smiled. He was forty years old and really handsome for his age. He had light brown hair, with a sprinkle of grey hair at his temples. He leaned back in his chair and she looked over his clothes. He was wearing conservative khaki pants and a black button down dress shirt, with a purple tie.
“So Lindsay, tell me about yourself…boyfriend? How’s college?” He asked letting his eyes trace over her body. He felt his cock stirring and adjusted himself coyly. She was wearing tight jeans that hugged her in all the right places; he wished he had been able to see her ass in them. He made a mental note to check it out when she stood up. She had on a shirt that was white and a little shear; he could see a white tank top under it. The shirt had some sort of design on it with flowers, he didn’t really care he wanted to see what was underneath. He slid his eyes over her face as he watched her talk.
“I don’t have a boyfriend, because college keeps me so busy. I’m going to become a teacher.”
“Please you expect me to believe you don’t have a boyfriend? A beautiful girl like yourself?”
Lindsay blushed, looking down at her hands in her lap. Kam wheeled his computer chair closer to her. He slowly skirted his hand up the calf of her crossed leg.
“Would you like to join me for dinner?”
Lindsay’s heart skipped a beat, her face growing hot. She caught a glimpse of Kams’ wedding ring, and cringed slightly. He followed her eyes and reached for the ring on his finger.
“What about your wife?”
He leaned back in his chair again pulling his hand off her leg. He twirled the ring around his finger and pulled it off. “I’m leaving her.” He said simply, before looking back at Lindsay.
“Oh I’m sorry to hear that.”
Kam stood, “Don’t be. You’re here now so my day just got a lot better!” He offered his hand to her and pulled her out of her chair. “Dinner?” He asked as he stood in front of her with her hand in his.
“Yeah ok.”
They drove in separate cars, and pulled into the restaurant just as the sun started to go down. They got a booth in the back of the restaurant and started ordering their food. Lindsay was so nervous, she knew what was going to happen, and she really wanted it to. Half way through the dinner Kam got up and slid into the seat next to Lindsay.
He leaned in and kissed her neck softly. She closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly. He dragged his hand across her leg up to her thigh. He kissed her ear and pulled her earlobe between his teeth. She turned her face to meet his and their lips met. She felt an electric shock zip through her body. His mustache tickled her lips as she pushed her tongue along his lips. He groaned into the kiss and broke it. He looked into her eyes, searching them. She felt like he was looking into her soul.