Rewind just over a decade, the internet seemed to deliver all sorts of new opportunities for bad behaviour, a time when Instant Messenger and Blackberries ruled, and also gave the means to communicate discretely, furtively and above all erotically.
Sharon was bored, bored with her husband, bored with working (albeit part time) in the family business and with day-to-day life in general. Fun was limited to time with her children and the occasional wild night out or holiday with her crazy girlfriends...and the thrill of the affair that she had been having for a couple of years.
Yes, he was too close for comfort, yes it was risky, and yes, her husband was the jealous type and being caught would have been rather a problem. However, the thrills of afternoons in budget hotels, borrowed apartments, and brief but highly erotic moments in her car, plus more than a few encounters in her home, her kitchen and her marital bed gave her the will to live and had reawakened her sexually as she approached her 40th birthday. It was an acceptable balance and she even allowed herself to imagine them being together properly one day, maybe, somewhere - and then, he hit her with the bombshell, he wanted to end it and sort out his marriage. She tried hard to tempt him back, and despite a few moments where he succumbed to the charms of her mouth around his cock and the feel of her pert breasts and tight pussy, he told her that it had to end.
Having spent a few weeks feeling sorry for herself, she took the advice of her friend; "the best way to get over a man is to get under another one," the question being how? Her life was very much compartmentalised - wife of successful businessman, mother of lovely children, village primary school mummy, stylish, smart and classy. They were well known as a family and business in the local area, so picking up some random buy on a local night out was not a good idea. By chance, she read an article about a new website aimed at married and attached people looking for lovers. Her curiosity got the better of her and she took a look. It seemed too good to be true but within days of setting up her profile, she was inundated with messages. Various exchanges occurred and she smiled to herself and felt a tingle every time a new suitor appeared in her inbox. Many were totally unsuitable due to age, location, general appearance or personality, but she decided that she would have to shortlist a few, and meet, and essentially interview for the post of "Sharon's Lover."
A few more days chatting via her Blackberry (which had the perfect feature allowing numbers to be kept private but messages to be exchanged in realtime) and she had a shortlist of 5 potential lovers. Her confidence was on a high - she loved male attention and had not been short of company in her younger years, but she had felt rather invisible for a decade or more and had slipped into a groove of looking nice but not sexy, in her mind at least. Her affair had changed all that, a bit of a makeover in terms of hairstyle and wardrobe started to turn a few heads, but this was on a different level.
Joe was a charmer, younger, good looking, sexy and a bit of a bad boy. Sharon was loving the flirting via messenger and agreed to meet him for a lunchtime drink at a country hotel a few miles away from her home and family. Close enough to access within the free time she had, far enough away not to be seen or recognised. It was a gorgeous summers day and she got herself ready, had a look in the full-length bedroom mirror and thought "yes...I'm looking good" Always a lover of fine lingerie, she chose a beautiful black lacy thong and bra, and a classic navy linen summer dress which buttoned down the front. Top button undone to show a hint of her lacy bra, and a couple of bottom buttons undone to show a little leg. She had considered going braless, her breasts were not large, very firm and she frequently went topless on holiday at their villa or the beach. The main purpose of her bra was to keep her very prominent nipples in check, and the thin linen dress would clearly show them if they weren't encased so she decided she'd better play safe and be respectable.
As she drove the 20-minute journey to the hotel, she reminded herself that this was a first meet, a drink, chat and that was all. She may not fancy him, he may not fancy her, who knows, but at the same time the combination of the sun, the moment, the fact that she had not been fucked for weeks, and the fact that she had masturbated in the bath a few nights previously as he messaged her, meant that she felt very horny. The roof was down, her shades on, the wind in her hair and she was on her way to meet a sexy, and rather naughty young man.
As she drove up the narrow country lanes for the final part of the journey, the excitement and nerves escalated. She parked her car and messaged him, he had already arrived and was sat in the garden with a cold beer, and glass of champagne for Sharon awaited. She walked towards the garden and sensed a passing guest clocking her...the click of her stilettoes and the sight of her slim figure and tanned legs obviously caught his eye, and she smiled to herself, as she pushed her sunglasses up to her hair and walked across to Joe. He stood and kissed her before pulling the chair back, ensuring she was sat next to him as opposed to opposite.
It was warm and sunny, a gentle breeze made it comfortable, and the bubbles danced on her tongue as they chatted and flirted. There was definitely chemistry, he was wearing his suit trousers and smart shirt, his jacket and tie had been left in the car. His aftershave suited him and in no time, there was skin to skin contact as his hand brushed hers, he reached to remove an imaginary bug from her neck, and then reached to kiss her...apologising for being forward but telling her it was because she was totally irresistible. She felt his hand rest on her bare lower thigh, the open buttons just revealing enough flesh. Each time he touched her, she tingled. Her nipples were definitely getting hard, and she could feel a familiar tingle between her legs. A tingle she had felt in the shower as she shaved her pussy that morning, and imagined Joe, or someone touching it again soon.
As their drinks neared the bottom of the glass, and conscious of the fact that they were both driving, Joe asked if she fancied going for a drive in his car to somewhere a little more private. Part of her wanted to tease and play a little hard to get, but she found herself replying "Yes, that sounds like a good idea" As they walked to the car his hand rested on the small of her back and brushed over her bottom. He opened the passenger door and made sure he saw a nice glimpse of thigh as her dress rode up. Sharons mind was racing, she was horny, wanted to kiss, be kissed, be touched.
Joe started the car and drove out of the car park and headed off up the lanes. He was not local but seemed as if he knew his way around. A few minutes later he pulled into a track in a wooded area, just far enough off the quiet road to be barely noticed by the infrequent passing vehicles. He undid both seatbelts and moved in to kiss... and he really knew how to kiss. Passionate and sensual, the kind of kisses that Sharon loved, the kind of kisses that made her excited, horny, wet, and the kind of kisses that she had enjoyed with her lover of the past two years. This lane was a million miles from work, her husband, nosy mother-in-law, the children, school PTA and her respectable public face. Here she was, with a younger man, in a wood, mid-afternoon, kissing and being touched, her nipples hard and her panties getting wetter by the minute - after a very shitty few weeks, she felt alive again.
