Candy looked through the high rise window at the lights of an unfamiliar skyline. Her body tingled with anticipation. She had been waiting for this opportunity for months.
She had met a man through a chat room on the web several months ago. Their conversations had at first been innocent, talking about shared interests and hobbies. Over time the conversations had taken upon a more flirtatious edge. Candy didn't think she was unhappy in her marriage but the thrill of something new and different made her ache in a way that hadn't happened in years. The marvel of new technologies had allowed her and her suitor to enjoy intimate experiences such as phone sex, which in turn led to sexting, and finally video calls sharing mutual masturbation.
Candy was in town for a business meeting and was still dressed in her work clothes, a grey pencil skirt, a white silk blouse and nude high heels. However she knew that she would have a different type of meeting this evening and so underneath she was wearing an almost see-through lacy bra and g-string set in a light yellow. As a final touch she was wearing a matching garter belt and nude stockings.
There was a bottle of red wine on the counter of her serviced apartment's kitchen, a bottle of white wine in the fridge. She looked around the apartment and was satisfied that everything was how she wanted it. Her phone pinged and a message appeared, "Knock Knock". She was momentarily confused and then heard a knock at her door.
After making sure her skirt and stockings were straight she opened the door.
"Hi Candy," he said as he presented her with a bunch of wildflowers.
"Hi David," was her response.
She took the flowers and went into the kitchenette to find a vase. She wondered why she was bothering as she would be leaving in the morning and certainly couldn't take them home. She was taking the chance to catch her breath and trying not to be overwhelmed by the excitement building in her body. Once the flowers were in a clear round glass vase on the counter she grabbed two wine glasses and offered David wine, knowing he would drink red. She poured herself a glass of white and they both sat down on the couch, close but without touching. They started chatting about some of their shared interests. The first glass of wine disappeared and was followed closely by a second. David leaned forward and put his hand on her thigh while looking directly into her eyes.
