Ji Yong met with Kate every day for the next few weeks. Each lunch hour she would meet him at a different love hotel, and for 60 minutes he forgot he was a married man. His body seemed to be prepared to make up for the last 5 years of celibacy and Kate seemed more than willing to keep up with him.
Their affair was an easily kept secret. He and his wife lived separate lives for years. She looked after the kids and worked, while he generally came home late. They slept in a bed together but sleep was all they did. She stopped seeing and treating him as a man years ago.
Kate, on the other hand, couldn't seem to get enough of him. Not content with their lunchtime sessions, she kept him revved up during the day with sexy texts, and the occasional naughty picture. By the time it came for them to meet, she had wound him up so tight that he was ripping her clothes off as soon as the hotel room door closed. If he wasn't actually having sex with her, he was thinking about it.
With each day, or maybe he should say, each time with Kate, his confidence was growing as he began to feel like a desirable man. He was even happier at home. Though his wife remarked on his new cheerfulness, she had no idea of the cause. Each morning he left home eager to push through the morning. Lunch was a time of pure bliss spent with and inside Kate. His afternoons, post Kate, were the most relaxed part of the day. Satisfied and mellow, he sailed through his work so efficiently that his boss was thinking of giving him a promotion. No one seemed to have a clue that he spent an hour a day having an affair.
There were a few people who noticed a change in his routing. As someone who would usually join them for lunch, his coworkers began to remark on his continued absence. He calmly told them he was brushing up on his English but didn't elaborate further. Let them think he had found a study course over the lunch hour. He didn't need to tell him the English he was brushing up on happened to be a feisty British blond named Kate.
Being with Kate was testing his limits. He considered himself to be a fairly conservative man, but Kate was slowly pushing him out of his comfort zone. His wife would never have sex before dark, and never without the covers on them. The experience with Kate was a revelation. Seeing her fully nude riding him in a sunlit room was enough to make him hard just remembering it.
Today was going to be a problem though. For the first time since they met, he wouldn't have time to meet her for a lunchtime rendezvous. With Christmas tomorrow, and a company wide shut down for the holiday, the rush was on to complete all outstanding work today. He was going to have to work through lunch, maybe just have enough time to grab a kimbap or two, and stay until late into the evening. He had told Kate yesterday as they lay in the afterglow of sex that he wasn't going to be free. She was quiet for a minute and then accepted it with a smile.
As lunchtime came and went, he felt Kate's absence like a knife. Though it had only been a few weeks, his body had gotten used to being with hers and his groin was making it clear that that part of him wasn't particularly happy with the situation. With regular, and hot sex, back in the equation, his semen production had ramped up. His body was ready with his regular deposit for her, but unfortunately it wasn't going to happen. He was left feeling heavy and swollen.
He quickly shot off a text to her, that he missed her and wished he could see her. It was simple, but true.
A few minutes later, he received his reply. It was a little less sexy that he was used to, but she did say she missed him too.
'What time do you get off work?'
'I'll probably be buried under spreadsheets until 9 or 10.'
'I see. That's pretty late. Will everyone be working that late?'
'No. I need to wait for everyone to finish their work before I can compile it. They'll all get to leave a couple of hours before me.' Having someone care what time he would work until was an experience he had been unknowingly been missing for the past few years.
'Poor you. When you're finished up, call me. I miss hearing your voice.' A couple of sentences from her could make him smile. Kate was definitely someone special.
Sitting down to work, he didn't even notice when the sun set and gradually the office emptied out. His light was the only one on on his floor, his office a beacon in the darkness. He ran a hand down his face and checked his watch. 10:30. Kate was probably already asleep. He desperately wanted to hear her voice, but he still had an hour of work left. He would have to content himself with sending her a text to wake up to.
Moving on to the next file, he vaguely heard the ding of the elevator. Cleaning staff usually moved through at some time of the night, tonight they seemed to be running early. He heard footsteps on the carpet, and only looked up when they stopped outside his office.
He was startled to see it wasn't the cleaners, but Kate! His heart skipped a beat and then resumed at a much faster pace. He stood up and almost tripped over his chair.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, amazement clear in his voice.
"I missed you." She took a step into the light. His gaze travelled up her starting at her black high heels. He could see her toned legs clad in black stockings before they disappeared below the hem of her long belted black coat. Her long blond hair flowed in loose curls down her back. Even completely covered, she had a way of turning him on.
"Are you not happy to see me?" She put on a playful pout.
"I'm very happy to see you. I'm surprised you knew where to find my office."
